Page 113 of Lore of the Tides

With his long, nimble fingers, he untied the drawstrings on his pants with a flick. Lore sat up, looped her fingers in the waistband of his pants, and pulled. His length sprang free. It stood at attention, hard and glistening. Her mouth watered at the sight. His girth wassubstantial. She’d only ever been with human men, and they were unimpressive compared to him. He was going to fill her up. Stretch her out.

Lore gripped Finndryl’s hips and tugged them toward her.

“I’m ready.”

He stepped out of his pants. He let her pull him down onto the bed with her. He covered her body with his. His strong arms enclosed her.

She felt sheltered beneath him. He was her shield, her defender, she had never been safer than in this moment.

He gripped his length in his fist and stroked it absently as his eyes raked over her naked body. He licked his lips, and from the look in his eyes, Lore knew that he was tasting her on them.

“I’m ready, Finndryl,” she repeated, just in case he hadn’t heard her. Gods, she needed to feel him inside her. She wouldn’t have to imagine it anymore when she was alone at night, as she slipped her fingers beneath her dress. This was going to be a thousand times better than her waking dreams because this wasreal.

And the anticipation waskillingher.

He positioned his head at her entrance and pressed the velvety tip of his length against her, rubbing it against the sensitive bud, her wetness that was glistening in the soft curls there. He shuddered with pleasure at just thefeelof her.

She wriggled her hips and spread her legs wider. Was she going to have to beg? Shewouldbeg.

But still, he was resisting.

Not giving her what she wanted—which washim. Inside her. Now. He swirled his head on her bud again. Lore wriggled her hips, lifting them, and pressed down on his hips, trying to guide him inside her.

“You’re so wet for me, honey. You want this, don’t you.”

“I need it,” Lore gasped.

He growled and spoke in a low, stern voice. “Say please, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Lore melted at his words and wasted no time. “Please. Please, Finn.”

He growled his approval, soaking this moment in, before finally, he conceded.

He pushed into her slowly. Was he afraid to hurt her because of how big he was? Her body accepted him eagerly. He slid inside without any resistance at all—she was so wet. She felt her body stretching eagerly to accommodate his girth. He leaned down toward her, pressing his face into her hair; a groan of pleasure rumbled in his chest.

“Gods, Lore, you feel sogood.”

He pushed until he filled her to the hilt and held himself there, relishing the feel of her. Lore could feel the strain in his body; he wanted to pound into her, shove himself inside, but he was being so careful with her, like she was precious and the last thing he would want to do was let her break in his care.

He slowly pulled back and then entered her again, another groan of pleasure rumbling through his chest. Lore moaned at the sensation and wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer. He began to thrust inside her, picking up a steady cadence.

The feel of him inside her, around her, above her—this might be what they meant when the elders spoke of heaven.

“Faster, Finndryl,” she panted between breaths, “you won’t hurt me.” Lore gripped his shoulders, pressing her nails into his skin, raking them across his back. The sensation of her nails on his back, and her insistence that he wouldn’t hurt her, broke all his resolve. His mouth crashed into hers, he kissed her long and hard. He shifted her, pulling her thigh up, which allowed him to go even deeper. She began to move in time with him, relishing the feel of him. He was through with being gentle. They needed this, they needed to feel this, to be this close.

Closer.

Closer.

She could hardly breathe. All she knew was the feeling of where their bodies met, how she was whole. This was what it meant to feel complete.

“Harder,” she begged.

“You want me to go deeper? You were made for me, Lore.” He groaned, increasing his thrusts, pounding into her, and she opened wider for him, demanding all of him. “You take it so well. Such a good girl.” He reached a hand between them and pressed gently on her lower stomach, and Lore cried out because the feel of him inside her became even more delicious, more intense; gods, this waseverything.

“You’re taking me so well,” he growled. “You feel so good, Lore, I don’t ever want this to end,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

His words and increased friction balanced her just on the edge of bliss; all thoughts fled her brain. He shifted his position slightly, and ohgods, his shaft was stroking her bud now with every thrust, and this was it, this was—