Page 39 of The Sea Witch’s Son (The Villains of Wolf Hollow #1)

Chapter 38

MELODY

Calista wasn’t kidding about his stamina.

We’re back in my bed, fucking yet again on sheets that really need to be cleaned.

“You look marvellous like this, little saint.”

The jagged wood of the headboard digs into my hands. Marlin’s muscular chest is pressed against my back, the hard length of his cock driving into me.

“Ass in the air, waiting for me to take what I want.” A low chuckle has my pussy clenching around him, “Your neck wrapped in the prettiest necklace.”

His grip starts to tighten, cutting off my air supply. I buck back against him, feeling the pleasure increase with every shortened breath.

Sparks of pain radiate through my body, intermingling with pleasure in the most dangerous of combinations. Every thrust knocks me forward, the force of his hips and the ridiculous size of his cock making me feel like I’m about to split right down the middle.

I don’t think my pussy will ever be the same.

“ Fuck. ”

The curse slips out when he hits that one spot. Gripping my hips, he slams back into me, hitting that spot over and over again.

My climax comes barrelling forward, the release just around the corner when Marlin pulls out completely. I gasp at the sudden emptiness, the aching throb between my legs making my pussy clench painfully.

“Did I say you could come?” Clicking his tongue, Marlin slaps my ass with the wet tip of his cock, “You come when I say so, little saint. Not before.”

“Please.” I’m rocking back and forth, searching for the missing friction.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Marlin, please. ”

He hums thoughtfully, “I like it when you ask nicely.”

My face hits the duvet when he rips my grip off the headboard. He drags me to the end of the bed and pulls my ass up into the air.

“It’s such a shame to let a pretty hole go to waste.”

That’s all the warning I get before he spreads my cheeks and licks my asshole. A surprised shriek gets muffled in my duvet .

“Stay still, little saint.” His nails dig into my ass, holding me open, “I’m trying to get a taste.”

Holy fuck.

The wet slide of his tongue pokes the entrance teasingly, triggering a fresh bout of cum to leak down my legs. I’m a shaking, trembling mess when he finally slips his tongue inside.

It’s foreign and absolutely filthy, the way Marlin laps at my ass as if it’s a chew toy. His tongue pokes and prods, fucking me with an eagerness that I would not expect from the captain of the swim team.

His name stains my tongue as I writhe against his mouth. My body is on fire, the flames being oxidized by the man eating my ass.

“Do you want to come, little saint?”

“ Yes. ”

A satisfied noise escapes him, “I’ll allow it.”

He pinches my clit at the same time his tongue drives back inside me. Pleasure detonates and the climax finally reaches its destination.

Falling face-first into the mattress, I don’t get a second to breathe before Marlin is pushing himself back inside my slick folds.

He fucks me just as ruthlessly as before, pumping his hips until his pleasure finally spills over. I’m panting, lying on the bed when the splash of warm liquid hits the back of my thighs.

“You make cleanup so messy.” Grumbling, I roll over to face him.

“It’s only messy if you clean it up.” The bastard grins, reaching out to touch the cum marking my skin, “You wear my seed so well, little saint.”

It shouldn’t be a compliment, but it certainly feels like one.

Marlin pushes me back up the bed, making room for his long body to stretch out beside me. Strong arms tuck me into his chest, pressing my sticky body against his sweaty one.

Warmth spreads everywhere we touch, the intimacy of the moment spreading across my skin like a rash.

It feels wrong that this moment feels so right.

Snuggling closer, Marlin buries his face in my neck. I can feel his smile pressing against my skin when he breathes me in.

“You smell like me.”

“I smell like sex.”

“ Our sex, little saint. Nobody else.”

The shipwreck rests across my chest, dropping an anchor on my heart and burying it in the sand.

“The fear goes away, you know.” He nuzzles my neck, “It takes a while, but eventually it goes away.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Mm, I wouldn’t either.”

A smile escapes me, “I don’t understand you.”

“I should hope not. That would ruin any air of mystery I hope to achieve.”

The smile turns into something more .

Marlin’s arms tighten as laughter echoes from my body. It’s warm and inviting, the type of sound I forgot my body was capable of producing.

“That was actually funny, for once.”

My comment is met by silence. Shifting around to face him, I find those violet eyes trained on my face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

His eyes drop to my lips, which are still stretched in a wide smile. My heart goes still when he brushes a thumb across my bottom lip.

“I have heard every scream. Every shriek of agony and every cry of ecstasy. I have heard and enjoyed them all.”

I can’t feel anything except the gentle press of his fingers.

“But nothing." He pauses, tracing my smile again, "Compares to the sound you just made.”

The weight on my chest increases by tenfold.

“You weren’t supposed to be like this.”

I wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

His lips split right down the middle, “What was I supposed to be like?”

“Disgustingly ugly.”

It’s his turn to laugh, and God, if I don’t want to record the sound just so I can play it on repeat.

“My features are quite devastating, aren’t they?”

“Devastating might be a stretch.”

A wide, genuine smile hits that perfect face and I’ll be damned if it isn’t a little bit devastating .

“That’s not a denial, little saint.”

“You should take it as one.”

Marlin laughs again, and I can’t help but lean closer.

He’s like a drug. An intoxication that messes with your mind and toys with your body until there’s nothing but a desperate craving.

A darkness you never want to escape.

“You always have to be difficult.”

Something bright lights up his eyes right before he hauls me out of bed. I shriek, clinging to the duvet as he lifts me in the air.

“What are you doing?"

“ We are going to shower.”

The blanket drags along the floor as he starts walking me to the door. I wiggle against his arms, trying to slip out and escape.

“I can’t fuck anymore. I’m tired and sore.”

“All the more reason to soak under hot water.”

“Marlin, no. ” I hiss as he opens my bedroom door and carries me down the hall, “Erik will hear us.”

He grins, “Then I’ll make sure your mouth is full.”

My cheeks flush in anticipation as the bathroom lights flick on.

Shutting the door quietly behind us, Marlin puts me down on the duvet now covering the floor. I stare at our reflection, the arousal staining my cheeks and the tangled state of his hair.

We look like we spent the last few hours fucking, but more importantly, we both look alive.

Impossibly, painfully full of life .

My head hits the bottom of Marlin’s pec line. His massive upper body makes me look like a tiny doll, but he’s not looking at me like I’m breakable.

“Get on your knees.”

His threatening tone has my pussy clenching all over again. I do as I’m told, sinking onto the plush duvet. He’s already hard again, the thick head of his cock bobbing towards my face as I reach up and stroke him.

He hisses out a breath and I can’t help but smile.

“You’re supposed to be quiet.”

Pre-cum glistens along the tip, and with a swipe of my thumb, I smear it along the sides. Shades of violet flicker dangerously as Marlin watches me play with the tip, rubbing and stroking him until it’s throbbing in my hand.

“Open your mouth.”

His cock juts forward, pressing on the seam of my lips until I finally let him in. Scraping the tip with my teeth, I wrap both hands around the base and start sucking.

“You can take more than that.”

Thrusting forward, Marlin shoves a few more inches down my throat. I gag, choking on the length until he pulls back and does it again.

A hand grips my head roughly, his fingers yanking on my hair until tears spring to my eyes. He releases quiet groans that has my nipples stiffening and my pussy clenching .

“You should see yourself right now.” He thrusts forward again, “Tears running down your cheeks while I fuck the back of your throat.”

His words send another rush of pleasure through me. I let out a moan, contracting my throat and relishing in the sounds coming out of his mouth.

He’s using me, but I’m the one with the power as I scrape my nails along the base of his length.

Every flick of my tongue, every constriction of my throat has Marlin handing over his precious control. He’s unravelling beneath my fingertips, offering his pleasure on a silver platter. I take it and swallow it down the same way I do his cock, stealing it for myself so he knows exactly who it belongs to.

Slickness builds along my thighs as he starts fucking me harder, gripping my hair to the point of pain.

“Open wide, little saint. I want to see your tongue painted white.”

Cum shoots down my throat and pools in my mouth. It starts to drip down my chin, but Marlin catches it and smears it back on my lips stretched wide around his cock.

The salty stream coats my taste buds when he finally pulls out. Licking the cum off my lips, I offer him a clear shot of my tongue.

“Now, swallow.” He grins, satisfaction shining from every crevice of his face, “Put my cum where it belongs.”

I swallow every fucking drop .

There’s dry cum sticking to the back of my legs when he lifts me up and carries me into the shower. I wrap myself around him, letting the hot water and steady hands wash the residue from my aching body.

The evidence of our night together gets scrubbed from my skin. I watch the murky water disappear down the drain, wishing it could take the sticky feelings left in my chest.

I tell myself it won’t make a difference.

It can’t.

Because falling for Marlin Seaborn wasn’t part of the plan.