The merman, my man novel Chapter 218

“Would my fishtail really poke out?“ I asked softly and alluring just an inch away from his nose, unrelenting in my attempt to tease him.

Nonetheless, he nodded helplessly, but though I pouted, I slowly lowered my gaze and slid down his body like an agile serpent, resting my chain against his abdomen while watching him with dewy eyes and licking my lips. “Well, what if I do this? You wanted me to do it last time…“

My voice was quiet, husky and scintillating as I licked his abdomen tentatively, just like a greedy kitten licking the drops of water on its own fur.

Inhaling deeply for a moment so that I didn’t shake so much, I lowered my head and opened my jaw, intent on trying to take in his gigantic member when he caught my chin in time, scooped me up, and held me in his arms.

He pressed my hands behind my back, and his lips came in ferocious invasion the next instant, nibbling heavily on my lips and slurping on my tongue. It hurt a little, as if he was punishing me for taking the initiative.

However, I did not beg like I did before —mustering my newfound strength, I kissed him back without backing down, bit his lip and kissed him all over his body. He was still holding me down with his hands, restraining my waist before he turned and pinned me down, intent on subjugating me.

I wrapped my legs around him in response, and we tangled like a pair of wrestling seals, although it was different for us than those creatures’ life-and-death struggle.

Soon, Dicken gained the upper hand in our game. My lips were swollen as I gasped for breath, and could only lay under his shadow while my hands were restrained stiffly over my head. I could feel his body shuddering in utter excitement, and I could tell from the blue veins bulging over his face that merfolks were born thrill-seekers, and I was very content with his reaction.

“Are you courting me, Linda? Hmm?“ Dicken breathed through gritted teeth, though he was beaming widely, seemingly helpless yet enjoying my behavior.