The merman, my man novel Chapter 166

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 166
Dicken’s body and mine trembled together, but his kiss was still hard and aggressive like he had wanted to  remove all the jumbled thoughts I had and calm me down. But it also seemed like his final act of indulgence where he could confirm his feelings for me one last time.
My lips were quickly swollen and in pain from his relentless assault. So, I couldn’t help but lean backward and away from his lips. I caressed his sharp, featured face before stuttering a string of messy words. “Dicken…don’t misunderstand me…I really want to get you out of here…It’s my fault that you became like this. If it weren’t for me…“
My gaze drifted onto the burnt wound on his chest, and I felt more heartbroken. Then, I crouched down and placed my forehead against his chest, and took a deep breath. After that, I realized that I should do for him what he had done for me countless times, and that was to treat his wound.
I extended my tongue and carefully licked the wound on his chest. I could feel Dicken’s muscles tense up like a bowstring. His veins were visible as they protruded from his skin. Obviously, he was stimulated, but I didn’t know whether it was due to the pain or my actions.
But I couldn’t think anymore. I pressed my hands on his back and hugged his upper body like I was comforting an injured dolphin. But my face was buried into his chest as I licked his wound carefully.
The skin on the wound had hardened, looking like burnt leather. Then a repulsive burnt smell flooded my nose, making me shiver. I felt sorry for him. It was clear that his ability to self-regenerate was damaged. They had shocked Dicken with a high voltage while he was at his weakest. There was no way for the self- regenerative properties in his blood to heal the wound. Right now, tearing off the burnt skin to let him bleed again was the best option for him to heal quickly. Even so, I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t give these terrorists any opportunities to get their hands on Dicken’s genes. ‘Who knows?
Maybe they will use his genes for some terrifying biochemical research ! ‘
I paused my licking and decided to bite down on my lower lip. I put considerable force into the bite, and my swollen lip bled profusely. I thought to myself that my lips would be as swollen as a sausage after a while.
The moment my blood dripped on Dicken’s wound, his body quivered and twitched as his arms tugged on the chains. He rested his chin on my head before he said in a low voice, ”Don’ t hurt yourself…Linda. ”
”Stop moving around ! ” I supported his body and didn’t bother with what he said. Instead, I scolded him.
I didn’t want him to be concerned with my small injury in a situation like this. It was just the amount of blood on my lips that looked terrifying.
I mixed my blood and saliva before carefully spreading the mixture onto every inch of his wound. Bit by bit, I made sure not to leave out even an inch of skin. I could hear the thump of his heartbeat next to my ear, offering me some peace of mind. His burnt skin now had a translucent membrane over it after all my licking. This showed that my method was effective. I guessed that this was thanks to my body being altered after the second change.
I was excited after looking at the outcome of my licking. Like a practiced doctor, I checked the rest of his body for wounds. Although they weren’t as serious as the wound on his chest, they still couldn’t heal. One of them was situated on the low end of his torso and was close to his crotch. Regardless, I still lowered my head toward the wound to lick it.