Page 33 of Pirate Witch

My siren takes over before I can push him further.

NIKLAUS

My mate is eroding my self-control. When I gave in and kissed her, I never intended it to be more than a swift display of affection. A small, pleasant memory to help her look back more fondly on the ocean.

Only she doesn’t let it end there. Her hands wind into my hair, keeping me in place as she devours my mouth. My whole body adjusts to hers automatically. I palm her ass and squeeze the muscle as I cage her against my body. Before I can think better of it, I slant my mouth over hers and sweep my tongue out to taste her.

Another wave sweeps across our ankles, but Nilsa doesn’t seem to notice. She’s too caught up in kissing me. Her entire body grinds into mine like she can weld us together if she tries hard enough. The filmy fabric of her dress teases my exposed skin, taunting me with how easy it would be to rip it away.

Her hands find my chest, and her nails dig into my skin. The sharp bite of pain buried under the onslaught of her drugging kisses. My fingers dig harder into her ass in retaliation, only to release as I realise what I’ve done. I drag my lips away, worried that I’ve hurt her.

But she doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, the corners of her lips turn down slightly in a moue of disappointment.

“You can touch me however you like,” she promises. “I’m not going to break.”

I shake my head, because I can tell exactly how close she is to breaking. Not physically, but emotionally.

I’d rather cut out my own heart than hurt hers.

If Nilsa wants me to make love to her, then I’ll do it. But on my terms.

My hands stroke against her back as I take her mouth with mine once more. This time, I keep my strokes slow and steady. Worshipping her with my tongue until she squirms against me.

Her hands press against my chest, nails scraping against the flat disks of my nipples. I know what she’s doing. My witch is trying to make me lose control of the situation.

Not going to happen.

I palm one of her breasts, testing the weight before sliding my hand under the deep v-neck of her dress to caress it skin-to-skin. She smiles against my mouth, thinking I’ve given in, only to moan in frustration as I gently massage the flesh in my hand. My thumb rubs softly across her nipple until the tormented flesh tightens into a hard pearl.

When I move on to the other side, I give that one the same treatment.

“Klaus,” she groans, her hand abandoning my chest as she tries to reach between us to grasp my dick. “You’re going to drive me mad.”

“Shh,” I mutter, capturing her hands in my free one and continuing to tease. “Let me love you.”

She moans but doesn’t object as I push the fabric of her dress aside and drag her nipple into my mouth.

Small breasts, I muse, flicking my tongue against her sensitive bud before retreating to lick around it,are seriously underrated. I love seeing how much of Nilsa’s I can fit into my mouth at once.

Her hands tug against my grip, and I hesitate before releasing her. Nilsa’s fingers fly into my hair, tugging my head away.

“I need you,” she gasps.

I smile, taking in the way her pupils are blown wide and her lips are slightly parted.

“Then lie back on the sand,” I reply.

The triumphant smile on her face falters, but only for a second, before she lowers herself to the shifting floor. She props herself up on her elbows, but the rising tide still wets the tips of her hair where it drags on the beach.

She looks like an ocean goddess washed up on the shore, her breasts spilling out of the black fabric of her dress. Her eyes round and heated as they fix on the tent my dick is making out of my kilt.

“Panties off,” I order, palming myself and giving the head of my dick a rough squeeze because the sight of her has me too close to the edge already.

Nilsa grins, pulling up the hem of her skirt and hooking her thumbs underneath her panties until she can drag them down her legs. When she’s done, she throws them at me, and I catch them, grinning as my hand makes contact with the damp fabric.

Seems like she doesn’t mind my teasing so much after all.

Another wave washes over her, and I see the hint of indecision there as the cool salt water splashes against her exposed skin.