Secrets of the Azure Sea - Chapter 42
“…You’re too damn sweet,” Zanarf growled, breaking the kiss only to hook his hands under her thighs, spreading her wider. With a l3wd pop, he withdrew, only to slam back in with a single, devastating thr*ust.
“Hah! Ah…nngh!”
A mere stroke was all it took. Her body clenched around him, stuffed full in an instant, her senses hurled straight into del1rium.
His rigid len*gth stretched her tight, molten walls to the brim, each ridge and vein grinding against her most sensitive spots as he thru*st deeper. The swollen tip of his c-*ck plunged into her honeyed depths in a relentless pace, each thrust striking deeper and deeper.
“Ah… Nn… Fuh…!”
“Gods, you’re burning up inside. So fucking tight, even when you’re dr1pping for me.”
Pleasure prickled across her skin like wildfire.
Pinned beneath him, legs spread shamelessly open, she could only tremble as his relentless pace hammered into her core. Occasionally, the broad head of his cock would slow, teasing, circling, before dragging through her slick folds again, wringing helpless whimpers from her throat.
Just as she surrendered to the rhythm, lost in the haze of sensation, Zanarf suddenly sheathed himself to the hilt with a brutal snap of his hips.
“Hya.. ah…!”
“I want to spoil you slowly… but I’m already at my limit.”
Her oversensitive body convulsed at the gravelly promise in his voice.
Zanarf’s thrusts turned feral, yet Floria’s walls clung to him greedily, milking every inch as if memorizing his shape.
“Floria, you’re squeezing me too damn hard…”
His breath hitched, rough with strain.
In one fluid motion, he hauled her hips up, driving into her with a force that left her suspended midair. Each deep, grinding stroke battered her cer*vix, the swollen tip of his co*k bullying that tender spot until she sobbed.
“Ah…Floria… You’re like the fucking ocean. Pulling me under, deeper”
“Ah! Hya…Nn…!”
Her back arched, her brea*sts bouncing with every merciless plunge. Tears streaked her cheeks as she writhed beneath his savage pace, her hair a tangled waterfall.
His ragged breaths. The obscene, wet schlck, squelch of their joining. Her choked, whimpering cries.
This was raw, untamed, animalistic and she loved it.
She wanted to be ruined by him.
Because she loved him.
Every inch of her, body, heart and soul, was his to devour.
“Ah… Zanarf… more…!”
“Floria… I can’t get enough. Your sweat, your tears, every drop of you, I want it all.”
His hips moved harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath their frenzied rhythm.
” Ngh! Ah-.. Floria. No matter how deep I go, it’s not enough. I want to drown you in me.”
She was spiraling, drunk on the endless, sinful ecs*tasy.
“Za…narf-..Too much… It’s too hot… Ah!”
“You love this, don’t you? This spot, right here?”
The place where they joined burned like a blaze. Even the filthy, w*et sounds of their hot make out session sent shivers through her entire body. A proof of how thoroughly he’d taught her body to crave pl3asure.
When he buried himself to the core, her w0mb fluttered around him in del1rious welcome.
She was climbing, hurtling toward a peak unlike anything she’d ever known nor experienced.
Her walls clenched greedily around his thr0bbing l3ngth, as if begging for his r3lease and with a shuddering groan, Zanarf obeyed.
“Hah!”
“Floria…!”
Deep inside her, his c*ck pulsed violently before letting go, a scalding flood of see*d filling her w*mb to the brim.
“I love you… Floria. Forever…”
His voice was a feral rasp as he ground into her, hot s*eed flooded her, so much that it overflowed, dripping obscenely between them.
The thick, musky scent of their mak*eout hung heavy in the air.
Exhausted, Floria collapsed against him, her body limp but her heart soared, weightless with eup*horia.
Ah, time…
Carve this moment into eternity. This union, this love..
“I’m never letting go, Floria. My pearl…”
Their hearts intertwined, melting into the sea breeze as it carried them far, far away.