Page 65 of A Reckless Indulgence

Her hand skitters away from his. “You’re well enough to hold the bottle.”

“And I’m weak enough to want it from your hand.”

Waves crash behind her. Neither of them moves, and he relishes her weight against him, a reminder that she’s real. She’s here.

It’s not like him to be patient, but he wants nothing more than to look at her, to note every detail of her face. Her finned ears flushing, throat swallowing, fingers curling…

After some time, she jerks the cork from the bottle and lifts it into the air. It’s a game of chicken she knows she’ll win, until Cav opens his mouth and lays out the flat of his tongue. Her breathing falters. “It could be poison.”

Cav grins. “You wouldn’t give away the opportunity to kill me yourself.”

Her eyes widen, and he’s not sure if it’s a look of shock, or disgust, or awe. “What is wrong with you?” she whispers. Her eyes are on his mouth again, and he’s not sure what she wants to do with it.

Whatever it is, he’ll take it. Maybe he likes the thrill too much. Maybe any outcome is worth the chance to get closer to her. He inches forward, eyelids heavy. “I dare you to do it.”

Her fingers flex around the bottle. He doesn’t look at it, too consumed with every minute shift on her face. When she tilts the bottle, he opens his mouth, swallowing eagerly until errant rivulets of liquid streak down his chin. He drinks until she decides it’s enough.

It doesn’t matter what it is. All that matters is Lyx collecting the spills in droplets on her nails and knuckles. Gently, Cav takes her wrist and laves his forked tongue over every finger until they’re clean.

The bottle clatters down the rocky shore, but he can’t hear it when Lyx grips his shirt and tugs him toward her. He follows eagerly, but she doesn’t let him any closer with her hand pressing on his chest. “You…”

The word grinds out of her, like she’s holding herself back. Like she doesn’t want to want this. Like this is out of her control. His lips part like a flower unfurling. “Use your song. Use it on me.” He’s a fool to ask, but he can’t shake the thought, desperately clawing to have one more piece of her.

Her pupils blow wide and hungry. “No one hears it and lives.”

“Then kill me.”

He is a fool, but he doesn’t care. For a week, all he’s done is imagine this moment — her luscious curves under his touch, her hands digging into him, her emotions boiling over between them. Perhaps tonight is his last, so he won’t waste it. He wants everything he can get. Everything she’ll give him.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, her mouth against his cheek while she rolls her hips in his lap. All he can do is groan, bucking when her teeth graze the shell of his ear, and her voice sounds like a melody. “Kiss me the way you’ve been dreaming about.”

A haze settles over him. It’s so easy to give into. He doesn’t realize an invisible hand has reached into his chest and taken over. His heart no longer needs to beat. There is only her control pumping through him, sending her song through his veins to encourage his body to move for her.

All he wants is to follow her command. All he wants is to obey.

It’s intoxicating, molding his free will into the shape of hers. He has no desires outside of her. He wants only what she does. He would give up any drug, any drink, any religion to fulfill her. This is why pirates jump from their ships. This is why sailors sink to their death.

And it’s all worth it.

He kisses her. He has dreamt of this in every way there is. Ravenous, teeth and tongue desperate to have her. Slow and steady, indulging in every inch of her mouth. Sensually, cradling the back of her neck and trailing down her throat.

She matches him every time. The two of them are like waves colliding, seafoam fizzing, water splashing over them. She kisses like they’re running out of time. Like this will never be enough.

He could kiss her for hours, but she finally pulls away, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. Already, he misses the sour taste of her mouth, the feel of her song wrapping around him. He doesn’t want this to end. His grip tightens on her thighs, and she shivers when he brushes her scales. Between them, there’s only the fabric of his pants doing nothing to disguise the slick marks she leaves behind.

Lyx’s eyes are glassy and bright, watching where they meet. “You shouldn’t ask for more,” she says, but her hips keep moving, making him hiss when he hardens. “Any pirate who knows the depths of a siren’s cunt soon knows the depths of the sea as well.”

With one hand, he grabs the full flesh of her ass to rock her against him. “I’m willing to die for it. For yours.”

Her tongue clicks, but her hips don’t stop moving. “So ready to risk it all.” When he tries to watch her work, she tugs on the back of his hair to force his eyes up. “But you couldn’t handle the way I’d fuck you. The things I’d do to you.”

When her hips swivel, his pants inch lower, dragging through the patch of scales that leads between his legs. His body glows from within, leaking molten desire through the cracks in his nether scales. Lyx drags against the sliver of Cav’s exposed skin, gasping when her wet desire sizzles against his heat. The lips of her pussy curve around one of his scales and hug tight when she grinds against it.

“You sure it’s me who couldn’t handle it?” Cav rasps.

Her cheeks flush darker. She presses her palms to his chest, forcing his back to the wall. “This’ll give you something else to dream about.” Each word is drawn out by the winding of her hips. “How you got so close. How you almost fucked a siren.”

Gods, she could move his pants lower. She could tug them down and ride him the way they both want, but she doesn’t. She keeps rocking over his clothes, smearing a mess between them. Her clit is sloppy and swollen and begging for attention. When he reaches for it, she pins his wrists above his head. It traps him, forcing him to watch her take her pleasure. He groans under the delicious pressure, the leverage she uses to fuck herself against him.