Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
She swallows hard, and I feel her throat bob against my palm.
I tighten my grip, slowly cutting off her air supply. Her gills won’t work out of water. Her mouth opens, trying to breathe, the whites of her eyes showing around the violet.
“Trust me, little fish,” I murmur, my cock still steadily thrusting in and out of her. “I won’t do you harm. I just want you to submit.”
I study her closely, looking for her consent.
It’s there, in the barest nod.
I can’t hide my smile as I squeeze her throat until she can’t breathe.
Our eyes lock.
Good girl, I think.
Then, I circle my finger around her clit, wet and slippery and thick, giving her what she needs until she’s coming.
Only then do I let her breathe again.
She gasps wildly for air, bucking against me as she comes, her cries bouncing off the wooden walls of the jail. Her cunt squeezes my cock so tight that I feel breathless too, and I fully let go.
With a couple of hard, final jabs, pushing myself as deep as I can go, I come with a strangled cry, cum spilling into her. My head goes back, my soul feeling like it’s been torn out of me and put back together again. I feel flayed, exposed, barren, as if Larimar could look at my chest and see my ribs pulled back and my heart there, beating wildly and only for her.
Whether she sees it or not, her cunt milks me of every last drop until I collapse forward, my head resting against the wall, trying to catch my breath, trying to come back to Earth.
“Priest,” Larimar whispers roughly, but that’s all she says.
That’s all she needs to say.
My name sounds like an answered prayer.
I take a moment before I pull out of her and lower her to the ground.
While she’s panting, leaning back against the wall for support, I quickly bend down and grab the key from the floor to unlock the shackles at my feet. Then I glance at her legs, at my cum dripping down the insides of her thighs, mixing with her own.
I crawl over to her, the only time I’ll ever crawl, and then I slide my tongue up her legs, savoring the taste of our unholy union. I run my mouth all the way up to her cunt and push the rest of it back inside with my tongue, causing her to give an involuntary squeeze, and I think she’s getting aroused all over again.
I pull my mouth away, smiling softly to myself, then straighten up.
“In case you didn’t notice, I’m not done with you yet.”
Then I scoop her up in my arms, carry her across the room, and kick open the door, heading to my quarters completely in the buff. If Abe is there, he’s getting kicked out, because I’m going to fuck the hell out of Larimar in my own bed.
And then, I’m finally, finally going to sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Three
LARIMAR
For the second time ever, I fall asleep in Priest’s arms.
But this time when I wake, he’s not gone. I don’t find him in a church, about to change our lives forever.
Instead, I find him right beside me, his strong, firm arm wrapped around my waist, holding on even in sleep.
And he is sleeping, his eyes closed, a look of total peace on his face as he breathes in and out steadily.
He is here and I am here, squeezed on his narrow bunk in his chambers, Abe having vacated the room earlier. Outside, gray light begins to filter through the salt-stained circle windows, and I know the sun will be up soon. The crew will be at work, and the ship will spring back to life after the night passes. Even just being kept in the tub for the last few days, I’ve been able to hear the day-to-day activities of the ship around me.
But for now, it feels like just the two of us in here, just the two of us in this world.
My feelings for Priest are at times complicated, but they are unchanged.
I love him. I loved him then and I love him now, and I don’t believe it was his magic that brought us together again, that brought him right to me and me to him. I believe it was simpler than that. I believe it was fate. Fate brought me to him, him to Maren, and both of them to me.
I can’t say I don’t carry fear in my heart, but it’s a different kind of fear now. Perhaps the beast that lives inside him will always lurk there, just out of reach. Maybe I’ll see only a glimpse of it every now and then, in the piercing red pupil of Priest when he’s overcome with bloodlust, or in the rough handling of our fucking. Maybe when he pushes me toward death, like he did last night when he choked me, that’s when I’m actually looking at the monster inside him.