The merman, my man

Chapter 217

“You get in heat once per day? You’re going to F*ck me to death eventually, damn it…“ I cleared my

throat and said hoarsely, although my lips and teeth were already completely soft.

“I can’t control myself whenever I’m with you, Linda.“ Dicken was panting right beside my ear, his

fingers dancing over my chest as if strumming a guitar. However, he suddenly paused just as I was

about to suffocate in his thick, sweet scent, and basically froze on top of me. I was left feeling as if I

was dangling in the air, and turned towards him curiously. “What’s wrong?“

“No… Linda.“ He rested his head against my shoulder—I could hear him gulping, his Adam’s apple

bobbing audibly as he did so. At the same time, his heaving chest was brushing against my body, and I

could hardly resist.

I couldn’t help kissing his Adam’s apple and then asked rapidly, “Hey, what’s wrong? Or are you

suggesting that our great leader has gone flaccid?“

I had no idea where I got the courage as a mischievous idea occurred to me. Sliding my hand along his

muscular abdomen, I was just about to grab his restless phallus when he caught my rude hand and

held it at his side.

He studied me from head to toe, raising a brow in surprise as he glanced between my hand and my

eyes. After all, I was simply lying there, my shirt wide open as I grinned challengingly at him.

I had a hunch that no one would intrude on Dicken like this —touching the leader of the merfolk? Not

unless you had a death wish. Even so, I dared to do it, and I imagined that I was probably the only one

who dared, which in turn left me a little proud since this felt terrific, even a little exciting.

I didn’t know when it started, but I enjoyed seeing that look on Dicken’s face that basically said that he

had no idea what to do with me, whereas I was intent on pranking him by riding on his favor.

”I forgot, but I would revert to my original form if I entered you… ” His eyes continued to scour every

inch of my body, and though his gaze was basically stripping me bare, he held back and did not make a

move on me.

”Oh, ” I murmured in understanding, though I almost laughed out loud in amusement from the weird,

helpless look on his face.

Dicken probably hadn’t been this passive in his long life, and was forced to hold back his urges. He had

never done that before even when he was confined, and this was the first time I found teasing him so

amusing.

But to tell the truth, I was myself affected —being forced to stop just as we were about to do it was

miserable for me as well, and I could feel his rock- hard bratwurst still pressing against my belly. As

such, I went further and wrapped my arms around his robust waist, and imitated him by licking him on

his earlobe, mischievously watching his reactions. I had become a bad girl all thanks to Dicken !

On the other hand, Dicken couldn’t bear my teasing and leaned in to gnaw at my neck like a beast.

Pinning my impudent hands over my head, he kept humping against me but did not try to do more than

that, and could only continue biting from my breasts to my waist restlessly, leaving bruising teeth marks

everywhere. Not even my inner thighs were spared— in fact, that was the worst part, and all I could do

was struggle while begging for mercy, as I won’t have a single inch of unblemished skin if this

continued.

”You scumbag, stop it… ” Flushing, I sat up and promptly lunged at him, catching him off guard and

pinning him on the floor. In turn, he used my move to take me in his arms, and I lay on top of him just

like that, my clothing disheveled. His very body was like a padding of muscle and exceedingly

comfortable to lay on, and I was intoxicated by the sound of his beating heart, even as I gradually

became lost in thought while I watched him.

He simply lay there, his hands groping all over my bottom as he watched me with depthless sentiment

and overflowing desire. His long black hair was spread over the floor, glimmering from its dampness

and added a tone of mildness to the sharp edges of his face—although I knew that it was merely me

watching him through rose-tinted glasses.

He was just so overbearing that he shot into my life like an arrow, stabbing into my heart and fusing into Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

my soul and thoughts, denying me the chance of regret or even the intention to flee.