He growled unintelligibly, I felt that noise drive up inside me like a physical thing, and thankfully I also felt him shift.

He was at my entrance.

So close.

So very close.

And then with a sure, smooth glide, he filled me.

Oh, how he filled me.

And we were one.

One.

Complete.

Perfect.

“Yes,” I breathed, using my hands to pull him down to me.

He lowered at my pull, took my mouth, and I had his shaft and his tongue.

Divine.

He glided in and out, oh gods, beauty, and I wrapped my legs around his arse, digging in, holding on.

He glided faster, harder.

Better.

“More,” I begged against his lips.

He nipped my bottom one and growled, “I live to please my queen.”

He was doing that.

By the all the bounty of the seas, he was doing that.

He gave me more.

“Faster, darling,” I entreated.

My husband went faster.

By the gods.

Faster.

By the gods.

With one hand clamped to the back of his neck, my nails on the other one digging into his spine, the walls of me pulsing around his shaft as I took him and took him, and more, and faster, I heard the animal noise he made just as I cried out, all that he’d built inside cresting.

And I broke through, surfing an ecstasy I did not know was to be had.

And then it scoured through me, like a cleansing, sheer bliss so pure, so intense, it was excruciating, it was rapture, and it felt like the entire boat rocked with it.

“Husband,” I whispered, clenching him to me every way I could.

“Wife,” he grunted, thrusting fiercely, then his head jerked back, teeth gritted.

He seethed between them before his hips pounded into mine, stayed there, grinding deeply.

And the King of the Sea roared.

Frey Drakkar

Beach Beside the Triton Sea

OFF THE WEST COAST OF FIRENZE

“What on…”?

Frey Drakkar turned his head to his wife.

He then turned his head to the direction where his wife was staring.

That was when he stared.

It started with drifters.

But then it became crowds.

Finnie and he joined them.

He felt Apollo and Maddie fall in step at his side.

They stopped with the others at the tips of the waves and stared in awe at The Finnie, surrounded by dolphins, multiple pods of them, leaping and flipping all around his ship.

He felt another presence on their other side, and Frey looked that way to see Aramus’s man Tintagel standing there.

“Should we be worried about this?” he inquired, even though he knew he needn’t.

Tint was grinning like a madman.

“No,” Tint gave him the response he expected.

“Does this happen every time they make love?” Finnie asked, awe in her voice.

“I hope we’ll see,” Tint replied, and when his eyes got wide, Frey looked back to the galleon.