Page 78 of Anchored to the Sharkman
"What are you suggesting, Isla?" he rasped, staring down at where both his blavs were now positioned at my entrance.
A coy smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "I think you know exactly what I'm suggesting," I replied, wiggling my hips for emphasis.
He swallowed hard. "You've never taken both before," he said hesitantly.
"That's because we’ve never tried," I whispered, my fingers trailing down to where he was poised to enter. "But I want this, Ky'rn. And I know you want this too."
His dual shafts twitched in his grip, and I could see the struggle playing out on his face. The desire to fulfill my request weighed against the fear of causing me pain. "Isla," he began, but I silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"I trust you," I murmured, my gaze never leaving his. I bit my lip as the anticipation built within me. "Just go slow. Let me adjust."
The emotions that flashed across his face were myriad—desire, awe, excitement. "I will be gentle," he promised, his voice thick with emotion.
He took a shaky breath, showing just how much he valued my trust. Nodding slowly, he began to push forward. The sensation of being stretched by him, by all of him, was overwhelming. It was a heady mix of pain and pleasure, just as I'd anticipated.
I gasped, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders as I adjusted to his size.
He stilled, his brow furrowing with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.
"Yes," I panted, willing my body to adjust. "Just…give me a moment."
After what felt like an eternity, the sharpness of the stretch began to subside, replaced by a fullness that left me breathless. I nodded at him, signaling that he could move.
He began to thrust, the sensation unlike anything I'd ever experienced. With every movement, the pleasure intensified, and our shared connection amplified everything. His thoughts, raw and unfiltered, echoed in my mind.
The love, the need, the desire—it was all there, laid bare for me to see.
"You're incredible," he growled, his thrusts becoming more insistent.
"And you," I gasped out, feeling the coil of pleasure tightening within me.
Ky'rn's powerful thrusts gained momentum, each more intense than the last. The raw, primal need emanating from him was intoxicating. With a gracefulness belying his size, he descended onto his forearms, positioning himself closer to me. The warmth of his breath cascaded over my neck, his moist lips pressing gentle kisses on the sensitive skin there.
Feeling the sturdy planes of his chest against my soft breasts, the sensation sent waves of electricity through me, heightening my awareness of every touch, every movement.
Desperate to be even closer, I wrapped my arms around him, fingers digging into the sinewy muscles of his back. My legs instinctively encircled his waist, pulling him deeper into me, as if we could somehow become one entity.
In that euphoric haze, our minds melded together, our emotions and thoughts intertwining effortlessly, blurring the line between where he ended and I began. His most intimate thoughts, dreams, and desires flowed into me, all became a part of me, and in return, I gave him all of mine.
"Ky'rn, is this the beach?” I whispered, my voice shaky with emotion, gasping between shaky breaths. “The one you had me envision when we shared that intimate moment?"
A momentary pause in his rhythm signaled his surprise. He lifted his head, those dark, intense eyes locking onto mine, a mixture of wonder and disbelief. "You remember?" he rumbled, his voice thick with emotion. "Yes, Isla, this is the very place I dreamed of. The home where I longed to lose myself in you—dreamt of claiming you again and again."
A flood of emotions washed over me, and tears threatened to spill from my eyes. The weight of the love and trust between us was overwhelming. "Bite me," I breathed, tilting my neck to expose the sensitive juncture. "Drink from me, and let's live that dream together."
Ky'rn hesitated for just a fraction of a second before his instincts took over. His teeth, sharper than any human's, pierced the skin of my shoulder. The initial sting was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure that followed. A primal sound escaped me as I reached up, fingers tangling in the thick, wet locks of his hair, yanking him closer, needing to feel the pressure of his bite even more.
Every tug and pull from his mouth sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, like electric jolts igniting every nerve ending. I anchored him to me, willing him to drink deeper, to take what he needed. I felt him drawing from me, a sensation that was equally about giving and receiving.
With my eyes closed, it was as if the world faded away, leaving only Ky'rn and me, and the connection we shared in that intimate moment. Every ebb and flow of pleasure mirrored in him, as if our souls were intertwined.
Heat began to build deep within me, spreading outward with every rhythmic beat of our hearts, every drop of blood he took. It felt as though we were on the edge of a precipice, teetering, waiting for that final push.
And then, with a sudden intensity that left me breathless, we plunged together into the depths of ecstasy. The heat inside me ignited, burning away all thought as waves of pleasure consumed us. Ky'rn's essence filled me, his warmth mingling with mine, igniting every cell in my body, binding us closer than ever before.
Our souls danced together in that moment, spiraling upwards in a burst of orgasmic bliss.
Slowly, as the waves of pleasure began to recede, Ky'rn released his bite, leaving behind a mark that I'd wear with pride.
Gently, he licked my new bite mark, soothing the raw skin, the rough texture of his tongue sending tiny shivers down my spine. I felt his reverence, his gratitude, in every gentle swipe of his tongue. The rhythmic motion, combined with the afterglow of our shared climax, left me in a state of serene contentment.
Opening my eyes, I was met with the breathtaking sight of Ky'rn silhouetted against the backdrop of a fiery sunset. Vibrant hues of orange, pink, and purple painted the sky, casting a warm glow on his chiseled features. I reached up, brushing the curtain of hair from his face, my fingers lingering on his cheek.
A soft, heartfelt smile blossomed on my lips.
"Welcome home, Ky'rn."
