Page 79 of Caressed By Sin
“I've seen them. They’re three inches above their eyebrows.” I pointed to her needles. “If they act up, throw a needle in the blow hole. it should put them out faster than hitting their skin.”
“Is their skin tough?”
“Very. Tougher than mine. That's why I have Soul-Breaker.”
“But, Azar. We can't kill them.”
“There are at least five Boto Brothers that I've met, but there are many more.”
Fatou shook her head. “I didn't know it was so many.”
“Adae thinks it's only a few, but my time with them showed me that there are several brothers.”
Fatou blew out a long breath.
“Don't worry. We'll deal with them.”
Minutes later, we arrived and left the taxi.
Adrenaline pumped in my veins.
The harbor at dawn was a living, breathing being, smelling of the sea and fish, a heart beating with the promise of life, commerce, and adventure. Noisy cranes lifted and lowered crates and goods onto the ships. Beautiful vessels filled the harbor—each painted and branded with different flags and banners. They were shiny and glimmering, and bobbed in the water like ducks.
Humans walked around. Some worked. Others appeared to be heading out to fish.
The sun glistened off the waves, turning the water into a sparkling sea of diamonds.
The warm, briny flavor of the sea landed on my tongue.
Fatou strolled alongside me. The wind blew through her dreadlocks, lifting them up in the air for a few seconds.
Sunlight shined on her beautiful face. The desire to run my fingers across her flesh pulsed within me. I needed to explore the parts of her body I hadn’t yet tasted.
Where there even places that I hadn't explored?
Fatou’s sexual arousal and Ferkos's blast of church energy had filled me to the rim. It was the first time my appetite had been completely quenched.
No longer having a continuous hunger for sexual energy, I now just wanted to taste Fatou for my own enjoyment.
We continued through the harbor, searching for the Boto Brothers' yacht.
Waves crashed against the rocks below the docks. Instantly, I thought that it would have been nice to make love to her in this ocean and watch the multi-colored tropical fish flutter by us as I entered her.
Grinning, I brushed my fingers against her arm.
She said nothing and continued to look forward as she walked and cleared her throat. Yet, her heartbeats increased. The rhythmic organ pounded in my ears.
I smirked, knowing my touch was the reason for her heart’s rapid pace.
She snapped her face toward me. “Remove the smirk, please.”
“Or what?” I rushed toward her in a blur.
She stopped.
I pressed my lips near the point of her ear. “Are you going to ride your pussy into my face?” I nibbled at the tender point. “Until you cum in my mouth?”
She moved out of my reach.
