Jinx's Fantasy (Goddess Isles 5.2)

I’d taken most of the night to design this falsity. I had plenty more areas in which to fuck her. And besides, I wasn’t kidding that I found her a total turn-on. The scales on her gorgeous legs, the elegance of her long toes that’d formed into transparent fins, and the way her hair hovered around her just begging for my fist made me hard as a fucking rock.

I didn’t need cinta.

I needed her.

“Come.” Bending down, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet. Not that we stood on solid ground but merely hovered in the water’s embrace.

Our bodies, back on the yacht in their matching harnesses, would most likely be tangled in cuffs and buckles by now, but the sensation of being weightless in reality as well as in fabrication meant this particular illusion was entirely too believable.

Eleanor suited the sea in ways that hinted she might have been a water creature in a past life. She moved as if one with the ocean. Her hair had its own entity, coiling and curling as different currents passed us by.

I would find her stunning no matter what form she took, but there was something more about her. Something that made my heart pound with gratefulness that she was mine and my guts churn in fear of ever losing someone so precious.

For once, she wore an actual crown. Not invisible this time but full of shells and flotsam that put her on a pedestal far above me. Her finned legs and iridescent scales only made her more beautiful. All the more untouchable and dream-like.

I needed to touch her to remind myself that she was real. That we had the best of both worlds where we could dabble in legend but also go home to reality.

She wasn’t a myth.

She’s mine.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked as I kicked off and dragged her through the warm sea, out of the lava-pillar crevice and into the rich indigo of open waters.

“You’ll see.”

The hippocampus stayed behind, leaving us to swim above teeming coral reefs, take in the beauty of jellyfish as they pulsed in a undulating cloud in the distance, and sank deeper where shadows were more common than sunlight and the fish glowed luminescent in the dark.

We stayed silent as a hulking shape appeared below. A shipwreck based on a galleon trader, complete with cannons, treasure chests, and manacles.

Eleanor gasped as we descended and landed on the rotten deck. A flurry of silver fish darted from our arrival, and a sleek shark looped its way around the broken mast, getting tangled for a second in the shredded, barnacle-covered sail.

“You have a rich imagination, Sully.” She glanced around at the faded yellow and red paint that was barely noticeable after decades until the sea and trailed her fingers along the chipped and crumpling balustrade.

Moving toward her, I captured her against the wooden railing, pressing her stomach into the damaged ship and rubbing my cock against the crack of her ass.

“Oh, God.” Her head fell back, landing heavily on my shoulder while her hair exploded in a cloud of chocolate. Nuzzling away the water-licking strands, I found her neck and sucked.

Her hips shot back, grinding herself against my hard-on. “You are everything to me, Sully.”

“And you are everything to me.” I cupped her throat, pressing my thumb against her pulse while my fingers wrapped around her jaw. “I love you even while I enjoy debasing you.” My foot kicked her ankle, splaying her legs. “I adore you even while I prepare to fuck you like my enemy.”

She moaned as I sank my teeth into her neck.

At the same time, I drove my cock deep inside her.

She buckled over the broken railing, held prisoner by my hand on her throat, my teeth in her neck, and my cock piercing her delectable body. “Fuck.”

I took my time.

I took a second to just be. To feel her heat around me. To recognise her silky wetness and not the salty liquid of the sea. To feel the ever-weakening spasms of her prior release.

And then, I moved.

I rocked into her slowly, deeply. This sort of speed was novel for us. Normally, we couldn’t control ourselves the moment we connected. We lost all concept of prolonged pleasure and turned violent.

Right here, right now, I wanted her to feel me.

All of me.

I drove upward, shoving her onto her tiptoes with my depth. “Where do you feel that?”

She gasped as I rolled my hips, deleting all space between us. “In my belly, my heart, my mind.”

“And what does your heart tell you?”

“That I love you with all that I am.”

“And your mind?”

“That I want you to let go,” she breathed. “To use me without apology.”

“Why?”

“Because when you lose yourself, I know just how deeply I affect you.”

I fucked her again, withdrawing and thrusting, slow and merciless. “I lost myself to you years ago.”