Page 32 of Sea of Evil and Desire (The Deep Saga #1)

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Finn

I shouldn’t have left her at the tavern with the Drowned, not with that kind of evil lurking so close, but I couldn’t take her to the castle either, to my father.

I paced back and forth in my clifftop fortress. She would be safe with the Captain, yet the nagging feeling lingered. I should have taken her to the surface with me. My restless gaze kept returning to the waves, glimmering in the moonlight.

Had I brought her here, she might have woken and seen me for what I truly was, shattering whatever fragile thing existed between us. Then she would no longer treat me like a human, and she might never forgive me for what I’ve done.

Selfish. It was selfish of me to leave her there rather than risk revealing myself.

I poured myself a Lagavulin and lit a cigarette. I should be investigating the storms, not obsessing over a girl.

Fuck it, the storms could wait.

I grabbed the glass decanter and headed out the front door, perching myself on the cliff’s edge to watch the jetty. Her jetty. Our jetty. Hoping that she would emerge.

But the girl didn’t come.

I stood up and paced the cliff face. The grass was soft beneath my bare feet. The sleepy, whitewashed town spread out beneath me, and the waters of the bay rippled under the moonlight. It looked like something from a fucking fairy tale.

What is this girl doing to me?

She was the starlight reflected on the waves, the mist that sometimes coated the isles, wrapping around my thoughts and drawing me into her.

I sat back down, rested my forearms on my knees, and swirled my whisky glass with one hand.

My thoughts wandered to her fur bodysuit and the shape of her breasts when they’d been pressed against my arms. A swell of pain throbbed in my groin as I imagined burying my cock inside her and feeling every inch of her body underneath that damn fur.

She told me that she’d never been with a man. And to think she’d offered all of herself to me. Her body could have been mine to have first, mine to kiss first, mine to adore first.

I would tear her body apart and then worship every piece of it as it broke for me. Then, I’d take the pieces and rebuild a temple in her honor with my tongue.

More blood surged to my dick, and it pressed hungrily at my jeans. I unbuckled them, letting it spring free, and ran my hand down its length, hissing.

One pump, two pumps. I threw my head back.

Everything around me reminded me of her. The ocean breeze in my hair was her hands, the soft sighing of the waves, the noise her full lips would make when they parted and whimpered just for me. But nothing rivaled her eyes—two priceless emeralds. I would spill blood just to ensure they looked only at me.

She didn’t just haunt my thoughts; she owned them. She had anchored my soul, and I never wanted to be free.

My body stiffened as more blood shot to my cock, and I pumped harder.

No! This was wrong. I brushed my dark hair from my forehead with one hand, the other still on my cock.

Think of anything but her . . . anyone.

I tried to conjure some of the other human girls I’d been with, but she consumed my mind.

Fuck!

I stuffed my still-hard cock back into my jeans and threw my empty glass against the concrete docks far below. I needed a cure for this ridiculous obsession. To focus.

She deserved better than me. The things I’d done . . . I would only cause her pain.

There was something in the looks she gave me that quieted the monsters inside me, and I would fight every battle, break every rule, just to feel it again.

I had to tell her everything. I raked my hand through my hair as I paced the clifftop. The first rays of the sun were on the distant horizon, and a woman was swimming toward the shore.