Page 72 of Secrets of the Void
Loops of his hip tentacles had wrapped around her. Latching her onto him, forcing her to remain where he wanted her as they worked through her folds as though they were made to do so. His body was a foreign creature. He allowed it to continue only because he wasn't sure how to stop it. Or if he even wanted to.
A low vibration rocked through his cock as she hummed. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever suffered before.
"You taste like saltwater," she whispered, laving her tongue down the side of his cock and then grasping the second with both of her hands.
She tasted like the end of all things. Like ruination and an awakening that he could not stop. He wanted to devour her whole. Already he could feel his jaw unhinging, and his throat opening up as though his body wanted to swallow her. But no, it wouldn't. He wouldn't. He knew damn well that no part of him wanted to hurt her.
So he was not all that surprised when instinct had him curving up, using all of his abdominal muscles that he had spent centuries building so that he could feast upon her flesh while she worked on his as well.
His tongue slid up the inside of her leg, catching a few drips of heaven that had leaked out of her. And then he plunged his tongue into her depths.
He listened to the music of her moans. Tried to focus beyond the sudden suction and friction as she started to pump her hands up and down his cocks. There was no thought, only feeling. Knowing that she was here. He was here. They were together, and that something like this couldn't end so soon.
But Proteus had never done this before. He hadn't even realized that his body could produce the cocks that she now used to her own devices. All of this came to an end far sooner than he wished it to. His hips jerked again, and suddenly he couldn't think. Couldn't breathe.
Thunderous pleasure, aching need, all of it struck him at the same time. He was suddenly slammed with what felt like the best and worst experience of his life.
He came hard. Probably too hard. He wasn't truly paying attention when she reared back from him and then moaned again as apparently his tentacles started rioting against her skin because they too experienced a sensation that they had never once indulged in before. His entire form seemed to seize until sudden, wondrous relaxation turned all the muscles of his body to liquid.
Ellie gave a moan of her own, the sound alerting him that, thankfully, his tentacles had done their job right and she, too, had enjoyed this experience.
Limply, he moved his arms. Gently turning her so that her head could rest against his chest while he played with the strands of her drying hair. How strange it was, not even to think about someone attacking them.
He couldn't even if he tried. All of his thoughts were of her. This woman who had brought light and life into his life, even as he desperately attempted to destroy much of what she valued. She'd played along with his game, and then she'd turned him inside out.
Still breathing hard, he glanced down to see that her hair was nearly dry already. The silken strands clung to his fingers and claws, holding on as though even that part of her body wanted to cling to him as well.
He'd let her. He'd let her hold him for the rest of her life. Proteus would consider himself a lucky man if that were the case.
She stirred against his chest, her breath fanning over his overheated flesh. "You're always so warm."
That's what she had to say? After what they had done?
He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. Then he tried to reply, saying something along the lines of, "Not many sea creatures are warm," only to realize that his mouth was still open.
Not just his jaw, but the entirety of it. All of his teeth were still bared, his throat was completely exposed to the world. She was lying against him, knowing that this beast with a throat full of teeth had yet to close his damn mouth.
He used his free hand to put himself back together. The body that he was stuck in fought against him. Apparently it wished to air out the teeth that had closed upon her hips once again. He could smell the metallic scent of her blood in the air, and it infuriated him that he had been so careless.
But she didn't complain. Of course she didn't. Ellie never complained about anything.
She just sighed and snuggled her face into his neck once his mouth was completely closed, and Proteus realized he had never felt more whole than he did right now. With her snuggled into him, he felt like the god so many had called him for so many years.
This was where he was supposed to be. This was where his life had been leading him.
All those centuries of pain. All that torment. All the years hidden in that coffin deep within the sea, all of it had been worth it to bring him to this moment, here and now, with her.
Breathing in her warm scent, he relaxed against the floor and allowed his eyes to close. When was the last time he'd slept? He couldn't even remember. He knew that he didn't need that much sleep. Perhaps he had never slept in his life. But right now, he was so relaxed that he felt like he could rest. Even for a few moments.
Proteus didn't know how long he had been out. All he knew was that he woke to her shifting on top of him. The smoothweight of her thigh slid across his belly, and her arm tightened around his ribs where she'd been holding him all night. Her face nuzzled closer to his neck, and he swore she inhaled his scent before another sigh blew across his chest.
"Proteus?" she asked, her voice a quiet rasp of sleep. "Are you awake?"
"I am now."
"How long have we been sleeping?"
He rubbed a hand up and down her back, arching his neck to look out the window. The storm had passed, and that usually took hours. But he couldn't hazard a guess to answer her question.
