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The moment his voice breaks, a flush blooms hot and dark across Flora’s cheeks, even if the night hides it from view. It melts through her like wildfire catching on dry leaves, blooming out in every direction. Her grip tightens around him instinctively, fingers curling firm around his cock in answer, and gods, if any of the demigods had even an ounce of creation magic, she’d be channelling them to conjure her a floating waterbed right here and now.
His hand grips her side and she leans into it, no flinch, no hesitation. They haven’t talked about what it yet, the way his hands sometimes speak in possession and how much she enjoys it, but no part of her pulls away. She wants it, wants him, and as the water curls up around her waist, the sea welcoming them back like it’s in on the secret, Flora feels like the whole world is waiting for them to fall.
When he calls her a goddess, she smiles against the dark, eyes glinting beneath dark lashes. "Not a goddess," she murmurs, shaking her head as her voice drops into something low and wanting, "just yours."
A wave lifts her then, just enough, and with a breathless laugh she releases her hold on him—not without a parting stroke—and lets the ocean bring her flush against his chest. Her arms wrap around his neck as she floats up into him, legs trailing behind her, body weightless but aching. Her stomach presses hot against his, skin-to-skin and slick with salt and lust, and she stretches up to kiss him.
It’s not gentle; there’s no softness left in her now, just the pull of her lips and the flick of her tongue and the greedy scrape of her teeth, kissing him like she’s trying to drink the heat from his mouth. Her hips roll against his beneath the water, the friction muted but maddening, and she wants more—needs more—but there’s nowhere to go.
The rafts drift just out of reach, cruelly distant, and the ocean around them makes her feel untethered; floating, free, feral with need. The weightlessness is dizzying, the feel of Kaisel’s body against hers exquisite and maddening all at once. Every shift of her hips, every brush of his skin beneath her palms, sparks with unbearable pleasure. And still, still, it’s not enough. She would give up half of Floratopolis if it meant he could pin her somewhere right now; against driftwood, the shore, the fucking moon, anything.
Flora stays on her toes as long as she can, arms locked around Kaise's neck and her mouth still chasing his. But the sand slips out beneath her and the ocean claims her legs, and with a reluctant, breathy moan, she’s forced to let go. Her fingers trail down his chest as she floats backward, pulse thundering, lips parted in a dazed, want-drunk smile.
His hand grips her side and she leans into it, no flinch, no hesitation. They haven’t talked about what it yet, the way his hands sometimes speak in possession and how much she enjoys it, but no part of her pulls away. She wants it, wants him, and as the water curls up around her waist, the sea welcoming them back like it’s in on the secret, Flora feels like the whole world is waiting for them to fall.
When he calls her a goddess, she smiles against the dark, eyes glinting beneath dark lashes. "Not a goddess," she murmurs, shaking her head as her voice drops into something low and wanting, "just yours."
A wave lifts her then, just enough, and with a breathless laugh she releases her hold on him—not without a parting stroke—and lets the ocean bring her flush against his chest. Her arms wrap around his neck as she floats up into him, legs trailing behind her, body weightless but aching. Her stomach presses hot against his, skin-to-skin and slick with salt and lust, and she stretches up to kiss him.
It’s not gentle; there’s no softness left in her now, just the pull of her lips and the flick of her tongue and the greedy scrape of her teeth, kissing him like she’s trying to drink the heat from his mouth. Her hips roll against his beneath the water, the friction muted but maddening, and she wants more—needs more—but there’s nowhere to go.
The rafts drift just out of reach, cruelly distant, and the ocean around them makes her feel untethered; floating, free, feral with need. The weightlessness is dizzying, the feel of Kaisel’s body against hers exquisite and maddening all at once. Every shift of her hips, every brush of his skin beneath her palms, sparks with unbearable pleasure. And still, still, it’s not enough. She would give up half of Floratopolis if it meant he could pin her somewhere right now; against driftwood, the shore, the fucking moon, anything.
Flora stays on her toes as long as she can, arms locked around Kaise's neck and her mouth still chasing his. But the sand slips out beneath her and the ocean claims her legs, and with a reluctant, breathy moan, she’s forced to let go. Her fingers trail down his chest as she floats backward, pulse thundering, lips parted in a dazed, want-drunk smile.
