I eased my mouth off his erection, still holding the base. The man wasn’t done. He had two more orgasms in him, which was still freaking insane to me.

“What does that mean?” I asked. “You’ve said it a few times, and I don’t know the translation.”

His chest rose and fell heavily, but his ears reddened. Almost like he was embarrassed. “There’s an illness that you get if you eat a certain type of fish in our sea. It increases your temperature to the point of delirium. You hallucinate about your deepest desires for days until you recover from the fever, or die. We call the period of sickness and temporary insanity arre vah.”

Ohh.

Shit.

So when he said that… he was calling me his deepest desire.

The fever dream he wanted more than he could fathom.

I didn’t know what to say.

So I just lowered my mouth back to his erection and took him in my mouth again.

He growled, using his grip on my thighs to drag me up his body. His cock popped free, but I maintained my grip on it as he sat me on his face and dragged his tongue over my clit.

I gasped, and he licked me again, slower.

He worked me almost painfully slow, until I was shattering on his mouth with a desperate sound.

His magic joined his tongue as I came down from my high. I dragged mine to the surface, making him swear against my core as I hit him with it while I jerked him off.

We lost control together moments later, and Triton had me on my back before I’d recovered from the climax.

My king leaned over me, his gaze intense and his hands hot on my thighs.

“Surprised you don’t want to take me from behind again,” I panted. “That was hot yesterday.”

“I want to see your eyes when I make you come this time.”

“Sounds intense.”

“As it should.” Triton captured my mouth, and the taste of each other’s pleasure combined as we kissed.

He lined his cock up with my entrance, and after he lifted one of my thighs to wrap around his back, he filled me slowly.

I felt everything.

Every ridge.

Every throb.

Every motion.

It was bliss.

Pure, undiluted pleasure.

Our tongues moved together, stroking and exploring and edging the pleasure higher as he pulled out and thrust in.

It didn’t feel like fucking.

It felt like… well, almost like I’d imagine making love to be. It was obviously too soon for us to feel that way for each other, but the intensity of the moment was undeniable.

Our bodies worked as one, taking each other to the heights of pleasure until we shattered at the same time, our magic mingling in the air as we climaxed.