Page 170 of Fallen Stars

He stroked his thumb across her cheek once more, tracing her jaw before it finally came into contact with her bottom lip. He dragged it down, exhaling softly as he felt how full it was.

“I just know the sight of you would bring me to my knees,” he murmured. He felt her lips stretch in a smile.

“I’d like to see you on them right now,” she replied.

Adrian was finding it difficult to keep any composure whatsoever.

“Are you ready for your views on all men to be proven wrong?”

“I’m waiting,” she teased.

Adrian didn’t need his sight to know where she ached, or to know exactly where the centre of her pleasure lay, begging to be touched.

His hand left her lips, fingers trailing down to her shoulder. To his surprise, he felt no strap, just smooth skin beneath his touch. His hand shifted around the swell of her breast—again, utterly bare.

“Oceanne,” he groaned. “Are you naked right now?”

“What did you expect? I came straight from the sea.” Her tone was teasing, and he bit his lip as his hand halted by her hips. To his relief, he felt soft skin taper down, no tail to be found.

It was as though Oceanne had read his mind as she remarked, “Did you really think I’d come to you in my full mermaid form?” She began to laugh.

“Stranger things have happened,” he muttered.

Adrian inclined his head, hands whispering over her skin until he reached her core. She was velvet soft, utterly bare for him, and he let out a moan as his thumb stroked expertly over her.

She hissed out a breath.

“I hate to say I told you so…” he said, biting back a smirk.

In another move his hands were around her, one kneading each buttock as she moaned softly, before he pushed them apart, knowing that it would let the cool sea air play over her sex.

“Gods,” she whispered. He was off to a good start.

One hand still wrapped around her back, the other he trailed down her ass until he reached her slick heat.

She was soaked, and Adrian had to reel in the utter desperation that consumed him to be buried inside her instantaneously. Patience, he chided himself. He had to make good on his promise.

He felt her rise onto her tiptoes, her stance widening. She was a lot shorter than him, that much he could tell, as he stroked over her sex once more.

She shuddered against him as he leaned over her, his nose tracing the arch of her neck in the same circles that his fingers began to play on her wet heat.

“More,” she whispered, and Adrian rumbled his approval as he laced a hand with hers and pulled her to the floor with him.

He used the mast to his advantage, pushing Oceanne against it as he knelt, hooking her thighs around his shoulders. She was sat above him now, her back to the mast.

“Shit,” she whispered.

“I love a woman with a filthy mouth,” he said, grinning as he settled onto his haunches, her weight over him like an anchor. Her smell was even sweeter, his face inches from her cunt now. He felt her squirm.

“Hold on to the ropes above you,” he murmured.

“Why?”

He snickered. “Trust me, you’re going to want to.”

He parted her thighs wider as they hung over him, and with a barely held back groan, delved into her.

Fucking. Hell.