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I grunt into her mouth, her tongue teasing, licking me as I’m licking her. It slides beside mine—slick and smooth, tasting of the sea and herbs—and the heat in my trousers grows until it becomes unbearable, a fire that will consume the both of us if I let it go on too long.

Let us burn.

My mouth opens wider, wanting to devour her whole, and she matches me, gasping in a way that has a lightning storm forming in my chest. I twist my fingers into her silky hair, bite her lips, fuck her tongue like a starving man.

She pulls back, just enough to catch her breath, and my fist in her hair grows tighter, as if it will help me stay in control.

But I’m losing hold.

“Take me,” she whispers, her voice raw, roughed up with need.

I try to swallow and can’t.

It’s too much. There’s something clawing up my chest, into my throat.

The monster thrives on this.

I want to give the monster everything.

I want him to feed.

“Forget your vows,” she rasps, leaning in to take my bottom lip between her teeth. She tugs on it hard, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Forget your vows and take me. Please.”

This beautiful creature of mine.

Begging for me.

Bound to me.

Therefore, I must keep her.

I must keep her alive.

Anger is a firestorm in my chest, but it all seems to go to my cock, and I let out a frustrated roar.

I shove her back to the floor and reach down for her. My shaking hands almost go for the bottom of her shift, but there’s a moment of divine intervention, and I grab the fabric of her neckline instead.

I growl as I rip her shift open down the middle, exposing those full tits of hers. I’d been staring at them for weeks now, and suddenly, after being covered up for a day, it’s like I’m seeing them with new eyes, seeing something I shouldn’t.

Forbidden fruit to eat.

I lean over and spit on her chest, once, twice, and then move over so I’m straddling her. She stares up at me with wild, questioning eyes, her blonde hair spilling around her like a halo. I want nothing more than to shoot my seed all over that beautiful face, to revel in the depravity of it all, and from the wanton way she’s biting her lip, I think she might want the same.

My sea goddess wants to be taken, but I’d be a fool to give her what she wants, so I’ll take her as selfishly as I can.

Like I’m running out of time, I bring my cock out of the flap of my trousers, heavy, solid, and hot in my hands, my movements frantic.

Her eyes go even bigger at the sight of it—longing mixed with a dash of fear. I can’t help but feel satisfied at her reaction; it has been a long time since anyone has looked at me like that.

I move up so I’m just below her chest, my rigid cock hitting the skin between her breasts with a heavy smack, making the spit fly. This will be hard to do without her help, but she’s a quick learner. She reaches up, setting her hands on either side of her breasts, pushing them in so they engulf my dick.

“Yes,” I hiss, planting my hands on either side of her head as I begin shamelessly rutting myself between her tits like a fucking animal. I know I must look utterly depraved, full of dirty sins I want to unleash on her, like a man so driven by the primal need to come that I have to take it any way I can.

I’m desperate now, reduced to a savage creature as I pump and thrust on pure wild instinct. When the friction becomes too much, I spit on my palm and stroke over my cock, making sure to capture the weeping precum at the tip before spreading it down my stiff length.

“I want to see it,” she whispers, her head rising to catch my earlobe between her teeth. “I want to see you come.”

A feverish growl rumbles through me, and I pump my hips harder, the tip of my cock hitting the bottom of her chin, making me wince. It’s messy, animalistic, and about to get messier.