Unreal, unnatural, and otherworldly.

I hoped he’d never stop.

“I didn’t think you wanted a direct path to my mind.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Did you want it?”

I groaned, arching hard as he took me even slower. “I don’t know. I didn’t know. Just doesn’t seem fair if you’re in my head and I’m not in yours.”

“Sweetheart, every thought I’ve had since I found you has been about you.”

“Abducted me, you mean.”

“Found.” He dragged out the word, emphasizing it with a thrust inside me. “Stole. Mated. Claimed. Married. Abducted.”

The slow, repetitive motion put me painfully close to the edge, but Triton seemed to know just when to pull back so I didn’t go over it entirely.

“Whatever you want to call it, I’ve been yours ever since.” He sucked lightly on my throat again. Ridiculously, I hoped he’d leave a hickey so everyone could see that he wanted me.

His hands skimmed up my body, and he didn’t pause at all when he slid my top over my head. And my skirt, after it.

“What would you have voted?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s done.”

My chest tightened. “Matters to—me.” My breath caught as he tilted my hips a little, changing the angle just slightly.

My body was sore and tired.

It was late at night.

I shouldn’t have even been interested in sex at that point, but the king was turning me into an addict.

He filled me slowly.

I froze completely, taking a staggered gasp in as he hit the perfect spot.

His chest rumbled. “There it is. You ready to come for me again, mate?”

The whimper that escaped me as he pulled out, dragging so incredibly slowly over that spot, was ridiculous. But also, entirely out of my control.

“Put your hands in my hair,” he commanded.

I reached back, and he released my hip long enough to help me find the strands. When my fingers dug in, he growled in a way that made goosebumps break out on my arms.

“Don’t be afraid to hurt me. I want to see you lose control entirely.”

Triton grabbed my hip again, readjusting my position before he finally drove in one more time at the same pace as before.

My back curved like a fucking rainbow as my head tilted back, the pleasure tearing through me so hard that I screamed as I writhed. Yanking Triton’s hair, I held on through the intense climax.

The pleasure was consuming in a way it had never been.

The king was consuming in a way nothing had ever been.

He lost control with me again, and I only noticed because he throbbed through his release, dragging my own pleasure out longer.

I was sweating and panting when I recovered from the climax. My legs were shaking a little. The rest of me was, too.