Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires
Something brushed her calf again but not his hand.
She glanced down through the swirling water, and her stomach flipped. A thick, sinuous tail, scales shimmering like wet obsidian, wound around her leg and squeezed. The tip flicked against her ankle, then slid higher, brushing the sensitive skin at the back of her knee before coiling around both calves, locking them open.
“You’re—” Her voice broke as his thumb pressed hard against her clit, the tail tightening at the same time.
“A siren,” he finished, his mouth curling into a slow grin. “And you’re mine until I decide I’m done.”
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