Siren Books

“Just let me explore you and let go.”
His words were a warm buzz in my head and on my skin as he sank one finger into my wet heat. Then another, then his thumb found my clit, and a whispered whine escaped my lips.
“That’s it, Madeline.” Caspian spoke soothingly. “And remember, you’re a siren. One word from you and I stop. You have all the power here, all of it. But you won’t need to use the sway, because I’m already at your beck and call. One word from your lips is all the command I need.”
Caspian’s hands were as skilled now as they had been in the morning, lifting me dangerously high up that cliff of tightly wound nerves before the plummet of release. His other hand took to exploring the rest of me. My ass, my breasts, cupping my face. His kisses were soft and sweet, but his words were fucking filthy.
“You feel amazing, Madeline. Hot and so very wet for me.”
His low rumble in my ear was going to undo me completely. “Everything about you smells like sex. How many times on that boat did I want to bend you over the railing to fuck you in front of the sea?”
I started to move my hands, looking for something to do with them.
“Move your hands back where I fucking put them,” Caspian murmured.
Immediately, I complied, digging my fingers in a little to make sure I wasn’t moving them. He had made it clear I was to enjoy the ride and nothing else.
“Caspian.” My voice was strained. I didn’t know what I was even saying. A warning that I was close? A plea to finish me off? But whatever my meaning was, it didn’t matter anymore as Caspian moved his mouth over mine, stimulating my clit with his thumb and hooking his fingers just inside of me at the perfect angle to make me explode.
And explode I did. He had me wound so high and so tight that my vision blurred as the orgasm hit me. And he didn’t stop moving. Caspian had found the perfect buttons to push to make me come for him, and from the look in his eyes, he took deep satisfaction in it. He didn’t let up until the last waves of pulsing muscles and screaming nerves left me a puddle in his arms.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens