4. fuck me like you’ve always dreamed of

fuck me like you've always dreamed of

Fisk

Fisk was fighting a losing battle, and he knew if he didn't stop this soon, he was going to lose her entirely before he ever even had her.

Shifting to use the tip of his tentacle on her clit had been a stupid mistake, but she had been too out of it, too close to an orgasm to even notice what he had done, and he had wanted to give her all the pleasure he could. Winning her over was going to be a battle, knowing how independent she was, how she had only been looking for a one-time thing, but to do that before she knew the truth, before she knew what she was to him...

And now, as he had her pinned down on her belly, his cock inside her as he gripped her hips, he was struggling to stay completely human. His tentacles longed to be freed, to pin her down to the bed as he stuffed her even fuller, as he left bruises all over her body and marked her up, but if he did that, she would know he was something different, something other than human.

Then the urge to sink his teeth into her throat would be undeniable, and he would give in.

She was his perfect mate, made for him, as he was made for her, but she could leave his house and find someone else. They would never be able to pleasure her as he could, would never be able to give her all the fantasies she still hadn't voiced nor could explain. She wanted to be stuffed full, to be pinned down and tied up, wanted to struggle as she was forced to take more orgasms, to be full in both her throat and her cunt, and perhaps even her ass as well, and no man could give her that, save for him.

And he wasn't entirely a man.

He had to tell her the truth, but every time he tried to pull out of her, he felt her cunt tense around him again, and his quick refractory period, mere seconds compared to a human man, meant he was already ready to go again, eager to please her.

"You are so fucking tight," he groaned as he felt her tense around him again, her body clearly on the verge of another orgasm. "Feels so fucking good to be inside you."

Even after two—or was it three?—rounds of being fucked, she was still greedy for more. He would fuck her to her grave if he wasn't careful, but he also wouldn't deny her pleas for him to go again.

She was his fantasy, his queen, his every desire. He would never grow tired of her, would always want her. He needed her, craved her and the feeling of being inside her.

But fuck, he still needed to tell her the truth.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her head turning to the side. Her neck was exposed, although not as easily accessible for his teeth, and he looked down at where they were joined instead, watching as his cock slid inside her cunt, the urge to shift a struggle. "Could get addicted to this. This feeling is amazing. Don't stop, never stop—"

"I won't," he promised, his fingers digging into her skin just above a set of bruises he had already left. She was so pale and seemed to bruise easily, but it didn't lessen his guilt. "I'll never stop."

He had promised her everything. He would gladly give her that.

"Fisk, I'm—" She cried out underneath him, and he felt her tighten around him, which seemed impossible every time, since he was thick, thicker than any dick she had ever had, he was certain. Her body shuddered under him, and her words became a high-pitched whine, the only noise she seemed able to make as he fucked her through her orgasm. His body ached with the need to shift and claim her, but he fought it off as he picked up speed, his last few thrusts moving the bed, the frame creaking as he did. They were going to break the bed at this rate.

His name passed her lips just before he let himself go, his cum filling her already-filled cunt, but he didn't relax for even a moment as he emptied himself, struggling against his baser instinct not to swell and expand inside her. He wanted to keep her plugged so not a single drop could escape, to keep her trapped under him as he sucked on her skin, with both his mouth and his suckers, to keep her still and trapped as he sank his teeth into her throat. Still, if the knowledge that he was more than just a man could possibly scare her away, feeling it happen as his tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs would surely send her screaming and running.

Fuck, he couldn't let this happen again, no matter how much she begged for it.

His cock softened slightly, and he groaned as he slid out of her, finally allowing his body to relax as he fell onto his side, one arm still tossed around her middle. He couldn't break his connection with her completely, particularly not while she was still shuddering and gasping for air, but the longer he stayed connected to her, with her soft skin under his fingertips and her heart pounding because of him, the more he struggled.

He wanted her for eternity, not just for one weekend.

"I'm... I don't think I can move," Lily gasped as she shifted slightly beside him, not moving from her bent-over position. "Fisk, that was..."

She started giggling, a sound he knew was foreign to her, and yet, she kept doing it with him. He was sending her into a fit of giggles from what he could do to her. It was great for his ego, but he wanted more from her; to know her passions and dreams and desires so he could show her they fit, that he was her perfect match. But as she shifted her hips a little and he watched her ass jiggle, he couldn't help himself.

"You did so good," he purred, moving his hand to her hip and pulling slightly so she rolled onto her side with him. Her ass pressed against his now hardening cock, and he fought against the urge to thrust forward, to let his cock slide between her thighs and find its way home. "Do you know how many fantasies I just lived out? I'll never get tired of hearing you scream my name. Fuck, I'm the luckiest man alive. If I could tell my twenty-year-old self I kissed you, I wouldn't believe it, but to have you naked under me, over me? Fuck..."

He was rambling, and he knew that, but there was no stopping it. It was either that or let his tentacles grow so he could pin her to the bed and stuff her full of him again while her body was still trembling from overwhelming orgasms.

"The way your ass shakes when I slap it, the way your thighs take my fingers, the way you leaned back against me that first orgasm... Fantasies. So many, Lily. And the way you looked up at me as you choked on my cock? I think I died in that moment, and this is paradise, because I never did anything in life to deserve to see you like that. I could do this for an eternity, getting to hold you and kiss you and worship you. I could spend an eternity worshipping you, because you are a Goddess, my perfect match. Fuck, I should stop talking, because if I keep talking, I'm going to—"

She rolled over, and then her lips pressed to his, saving him from saying anything more, like how he wanted to sink his teeth into her throat and mark her as his, and how he wanted to shift and show her all he could do to her. He wanted her as his mate, to lock in what he already knew, but it was too soon. Far too soon. So instead, he told her through his kiss, through his touch, as he pulled her close and ran his hand into her hair and down her back.

His Lily. His perfect match. His love.

Lily was the one to break the kiss, but she didn't pull back far. He still felt her breath on his lips before he opened his eyes and saw she was looking at him as though reading him. Had he said too much? Told her things she wasn't ready to know? He kissed her again, trying to buy himself time, but neither of them deepened it. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that her eyes were now closed, her lips curved into a blissful smile.

If they stayed in bed any longer, he was going to have her flat on her back with her legs over his shoulders while he fucked her until the only thing she could do was beg for more.

"How about I show you the rest of the house now?" he offered, hoping she would take him up on it.

Her eyes opened slowly as she giggled, the dreamy smile still on her lips. "I think I used the last of my energy to roll over and kiss you."

"I can show you the bathroom," he encouraged, smirking slightly at the thought. "You can soak in the tub. Let me take care of you, maybe wash the cum off you."

"And what if I don't want to wash it off?" she teased, her eyes sparkling.

The very thought of her enjoying having his cum both on and in her had him groaning, but he resisted the urge to roll her over and fuck her full of more of it. "Stop tempting me. We can't stay in bed all weekend."

"And why not?" She pouted, her eyes now on his lips. "You promised to keep me exhausted, didn't you?"

"I also promised to offer you relaxation, the pool, the beach...and at some point, we'll need to eat as well."

"I know something—"

Taking a page from Lily's book, Fisk silenced her with a kiss, keeping her from finishing her thought. His self-control was quickly being torn to shreds, and while he more than desired to spend an entire weekend inside her, he wanted more . He needed more. He was already in too deep, falling even faster, and he knew she wasn't there yet. He had to show her they were compatible in more ways than just the sexual ones, and that meant leaving the bed.

He pulled away before she could deepen it, and she hummed softly before opening her eyes to look at him, a soft smile on her lips. Her hazel eyes were beautiful and expressive, and he knew if he stared for too long, he would find himself as lost as he was in the sea, likely rambling about his love for her.

And yet, for as lost as he would find himself, he also knew she would always be a guide, a beacon, to lead him home.

"I want to show you something," he heard himself saying, his mouth working faster than his brain. His heart raced as he tried to think, but as she stared back at him expectantly, waiting to be shown whatever it was, it clicked.

His muscles ached as he pushed himself off the bed, but he ignored it, knowing his body would continue to ache no matter what he did. The need to shift and expand his tentacles in the water was rising, but until she knew the truth, he would have to suffer through it.

If he had told her sooner, after all, before he had fucked her, he wouldn't be suffering. Until he found the courage to tell her the truth about himself, the ache would be a constant reminder of what he was keeping from her.

He stretched his arms over his head, trying to loosen tight muscles he knew would not relax, before turning and offering her his hand. She took it, and as he pulled her to him, he resisted the urge to kiss her again. Clothes. He should put clothes on her, and himself. He wanted to keep his cock, and other parts of him, from finding their way inside her once again.

"Close your eyes," he murmured as he led her to the double glass doors. When she did as told, he turned to open them, grateful the breeze was gentle and didn't fling them open once he turned the handles. He took one last glance at her to confirm her eyes were still closed before he led her forward, stepping onto the balcony then moving her to stand in front of him. She leaned back against him, and he braced his hands on either side of the cool railing, both to keep her safe in his arms and so he could grip it tightly while resisting the urge to fuck her against it.

"Open them."

He knew the moment her eyes were open, as he heard the audible gasp from her lips and felt her heartbeat pick up. He grinned against her temple as he looked outwards as well. He never normally closed the doors; he was well used to the view, and yet, he never grew tired of it. He was a creature of the sea, after all, and so his heart always led him out to the sands and the waves, the depth calling to him whenever his human skin began to itch and his muscles ached.

And yet, despite the call of it now, he felt no urging to disappear beneath the surface and swim beyond the horizon. It was here, with Lily in his arms, that his body and soul longed to remain.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice only audible given his supernatural hearing, and then he heard her gasp again as she looked to either side of them, towards the beach. She laughed as her eyes scanned around them before she turned her head to look up at him. "And we're naked up here."

"There're no neighbors near us, and the beach is private," he chuckled before pressing another kiss to her temple. "No one will be able to see us. I've swam out there naked more than once."

She smiled before turning back to look at the sea, and he noted the way she didn't try to hide her body at all, not even when she had realized they were fully naked in view of the beach. She was confident in her body like a shifter, unashamed of her nakedness, and it made him long to have her on the beach now, to have her in the waves as his tentacles pinned them to the wet sand.

Soon. Just as soon as he had told her the truth.

"I could get used to this view," she breathed out, her body relaxing fully into his. He let go of the balcony to wrap his arms around her then bent his head lower to kiss her neck. The very thought of her enjoying the view as much as he did, of her growing used to it, of her waking up to the ocean waves every morning, had him wanting to sink his teeth into her skin once more. She was meant to be here, with him, although she didn't know it yet. It made him want to claim her, to make her his for all eternity, but he kept his mouth closed as he kissed from her neck to her shoulder, knowing it was too soon.

"Still want to stay in bed, or do you want to explore more of the house?" he heard himself ask, despite his need to be inside her again. With the doors wide open so he could smell the salt and the sand, his need was stronger than ever to hear her scream his name as the waves crashed upon the shore below.

"You've made me more than curious," she teased as she turned to face him, her arms going around his neck as she pressed against him. "I think you mentioned something about a bath?"

Fisk grinned as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, ignoring his now-hardened cock, and turned to lead her back inside. Her hand found his without him even offering it to her properly, and he interlocked their fingers as warmth spread up his arm. He had already been inside her and had her naked body pressed against his, and yet the simple gesture of holding her hand unprompted made him giddy and shy.

He left the doors open as he walked past the bed, leading her to the bathroom. There was more of the house she should see first, and as he flicked the light on, he grinned to himself as he took in the large tub that took over most of the space. It had been custom-made to accommodate himself in his half-shifted form so he could relax while stretching out his tentacles, but now, he imagined having her in it, the size meaning they could easily share it.

"You should have mentioned how big the tub is," she teased, and he grinned as he looked down at her, seeing the mischievous look in her eyes. "I could be persuaded to take a bath, but only if you join me."

"If we do that, I'm going to fuck you in there," he pointed out, remembering his earlier question, wondering if she had meant it when she said she was interested in sex with him anywhere .

"It's certainly big enough to do that and get clean at the same time," she retorted, her eyes twinkling.

His heart picked up speed as the full weight of the idea settled on him. It hadn't just been a line earlier, to convince him to have sex with her the second they were inside. He could smell it, could smell her desire, could hear her heart picking up speed like his at the idea of having sex in the water.

She truly was made for him. His perfect match.

He was ready to scoop her up and place her in, but rational thought suddenly kicked in as he glanced towards the tub, remembering how long it took to fill. It would take a few hours, which was more than suitable for when he began filling it while planning to do other things first, but he wanted her in the water now , not later.

"Don't make fun of me," he pleaded as he turned to press her against the door, her back hitting it as he leaned against her, his body needing to be inside her again. "But I just remembered how long it takes to fill, and I need inside you now ."

"How long does it take?" she asked, her voice breathy as she looked up at him with big eyes.

"Hours. If we start filling it now, it will be ready by dinner."

"Then start it now and fuck me in it later, after you've covered me in more of your cum."

"Fuck," he growled, his desire making his fingers start to join and lengthen where he pressed his hand against the door above her head. "We're making use of my pool. Put on that bikini you teased me with before you say anything or else I'll fuck you on the floor of this bathroom."

"Who says I wouldn't—"

He cut her off with a kiss as his cock began searching for her cunt, his member shifting into its tentacle form. She shivered as he felt the head touch the inside of her thigh, and parted her lips as she rocked against him, but once more, rational thought kicked in as his now-suckered hand tried to slide down the door.

Fuck, he was shifting without any control of himself. He needed her, in the water, now .

And he needed to tell her the whole truth.

Fisk pulled away, as though to breathe, and bit his tongue hard enough to bleed, the pain pulling him out of his need to fuck her. His cock quickly returned to normal with the need to protect itself, and his tentacled arm turned back into fingers just before he pushed himself away from her, shaking his head while he faked a grin. "Brat. Bathing suit, now."

She pouted at him but pushed herself off the door, although she took no steps out of the bathroom while he backed away from her. He could see how hard she was breathing, how turned on she was, from her puckered nipples to the liquid now running down the inside of her thigh, but she would get what she needed soon.

Lube. He had ordered lube, hadn't he? They would need it for in the water.

And yet, something told him, given she was his perfect match, that she would have no need for it, that her body would produce more than enough natural lubricant to allow him to fuck her in water.

"And why do I need a bathing suit if no one can see us out there?" she asked, a valid question, all things considered.

"So I can take it off you," he answered with a shrug before turning to the tub faucets and leaving her to get changed.

Fisk took his time to get the temperature right, knowing the water would cool some while it was filled, then turned to his cabinets to pull out bath salts. He would leave the box on the counter and would tell her he added it to soothe any aches she had from their constant fucking if she asked. The truth was, he needed the salt, and if he had not yet found the courage to tell her the truth by the time they returned, he would need to explain it away before she questioned why both his tub and his pool were saltwater.

Fuck, he was a coward, but even with the knowledge that she was perfect for him, his perfect match, his mate , he was still afraid. What if she rejected him once she knew the truth? What if she rejected him before she even knew the truth?

Both were questions he couldn't answer, but all fears of the what-if disappeared when he stepped into the bedroom. He already knew what she looked like naked, and yet, his heart once again raced as he took in the sight of her breasts spilling out on either side of her top and her ass cupped in the fabric of her bottoms.

He was going to enjoy taking it off her, maybe using the string to tie her hands up in lieu of his tentacles.

"Are you going to stand there and drool, or are you going to put your bathing suit on so we can take them off in the pool?"

The reminder that he was the one they were waiting on, he was keeping them from fucking in the water of his pool, snapped Fisk back to reality, and he winked at her before heading to his closet and grabbing his swimming trunks. They slipped on easily, and he didn't bother tightening the drawstring as he walked around the bed and reached his mate, his Lily.

"You are so beautiful, you leave me feeling like I did back at school, gawking awkwardly at you and trying not to stare."

"You were always staring at me," she teased, making him feel even more awkward.

He needed off the topic of their university days because that was a full conversation they would need to have later, when he was in the mood to talk.

Not now. Now, his body wanted to do the talking. Now, his body was ready to make her feel all the things he was too scared to tell her.

"Do we need towels?" she asked as he led her out of his bedroom and down the stairs.

"I keep towels outside, but normally, I throw on a robe when I come back in. I have plenty out there, so we'll use those when we're done."

"Extras?" she asked, her voice hitching slightly.

Was that...jealousy he detected? Surely not.

After all, she was only here for a hookup, or at least, that had been what she was looking for while on dating apps. It would be irrational for her to think he hadn't hooked up with someone else before her—not that he had, but...

Could she feel it too? Could she feel the pull, the draw, the way they fit perfectly together?

"I'm not the best at remembering to do laundry, and these robes are thick. No one wants to put an already damp terry robe on after the pool."

"You do your own laundry?" she teased, her voice now calmer and her scent no longer giving any hints of jealous worry.

He hadn't realized it at first, but there was a new scent around her at her previous question, a sharp scent that slightly lingered in the air. Lust .

"I may be wealthy, but I'm not useless. I cook and clean and all of that."

"But you have a driver," she pointed out, and he chuckled at the question.

"I shouldn't have called him that. He'll be heartbroken. Harry is more than just a driver. He's more like...a personal assistant. He picks up clients from the airport, brings things from the city to my beach house when I'm here, manages things for me when I'm traveling, that sort of thing."

"I really should have searched you online before I got in that car," she breathed out, shaking her head slightly.

Fisk felt his stomach flip as he approached the doors leading out to the patio and pool area, glad he was faced away from her so she wouldn't see the shock on his face. Lily Durham had always been the sort of woman to be fully prepared for class, having researched everything that might come up in discussion. She wasn't one to quickly raise her hand or to call out answers to questions, but if called upon or asked her thoughts, she had always proven to be more than knowledgeable.

How was it possible she hadn't done any research on him? She had agreed to come to his home for a full weekend without even searching his name online?

"You, uh, didn't look me up?" he asked, hoping it wasn't too obvious he was concerned.

"Is that a bad thing?" she asked, sounding as uncertain as he felt.

He felt a tug on his hand right before he stepped onto the patio, and he turned to see that she had stopped, now looking up at him with a worried look on her face. He had no idea where his phone had gone, but his laptop was sitting in the kitchen where he had left it the night before. Anything private would be impossible for her to find on the device, or at least, anything he didn't want her to find out without him telling her.

"No," he promised, turning towards her as he attempted to look confident, despite how uneasy he now felt. "Not a bad thing, just unexpected. I figured you had done all your research before you arrived and knew more about me than I knew about myself. I'll answer any questions you have, but my laptop is sitting right through that doorway. We can head there first and you can research me all you want, if you so desire. As I said last night, it's all in your hands. You choose the pace and the destination."

He could see she was trying to decide how to proceed as her eyes flicked to the doorway, and he waited patiently for her to decide what she wanted. Whatever he had to do to set her at ease, he would gladly do. After all, he wanted more than just a casual weekend hookup. He wanted a life with her, a future. He wanted everything .

Lily didn't pull her hand from his, and his thumb rubbed the back of her knuckles, as though to soothe her. She looked away from him towards their hands, and he watched carefully for any sign he should stop. After a few more seconds, she took in a deep breath and nodded to herself before looking up at him, a tiny smile on her lips.

"I'm... I trust you. I don't know why or what it is about you, but my instincts have never failed me before. I trust you. I don't need to look you up to know I want to be here with you. Whoever you are beyond this house and this weekend, I'm sure I'll learn it in time. After all, eventually, you won't be able to get it up anymore, and we'll have nothing to do but talk."

Fisk chuckled as he turned towards her again, his fingers brushing her cheek gently. "If you're waiting for my cock to stop getting hard at the sight of you, I have bad news for you. I will never stop wanting to be inside you, to hear your little breaths and pleas, to hear my name on your lips as I make you scream again and again."

She shivered as she looked up at him, her lips parting as she took heavy breaths, and his cock once again lifted with a need to find its way home.

He would have given her all the time in the world to do whatever research she felt necessary, but he was glad she trusted him enough to not make him wait to be inside her again.

"You were showing me the pool?" she teased, her voice now slightly quivering. Somehow, he knew it was due to excitement and not nerves.

He understood the feeling.

The patio was warm but not too hot on his bare feet, and as they approached the pool itself, Fisk pointed out a few things to her, like the storage closet he had mentioned earlier with several extra robes, the other door that led directly into the kitchen, the outdoor shower, and finally, the jacuzzi tub. She shivered as she looked at it, a smirk on her lips, but he didn't let her head that direction as they reached the pool. It was nothing extravagant like his builders had initially drawn up, as he was not one to host big pool parties. It was more meant for laps, with bench seating at each end so his tentacles could grow out while he leaned back and relaxed before heading upstairs to clean off after swimming in the ocean.

"Wow," she commented, raising a brow at him slightly. "You weren't kidding when you said this was a first for Harry. I'm guessing you don't throw a lot of pool parties."

"I'm not exactly one for parties," he idly commented, now a little worried he had upset her. "Disappointed?"

"In you?" she asked as she turned fully and pressed herself against him. "Or in the pool?"

"I have yet to disappoint you," he pointed out casually, although there were still some self-doubts deep down.

"This is your vacation home, is it not? Your escape from the city and work and life? I think it makes sense that you wouldn't have some extravagant thing with fountains or something absurd. If I wanted to be at a pool party with hundreds of other people, I could be, but I'm not. I'm here, with you, exactly where I want to be."

He grinned at her answer, and before he could say anything embarrassing, he pulled away and turned towards the pool, taking a few steps to the edge before diving in.

The salty water enveloped him easily, but he didn't shift, instead forcing himself to keep his body wholly human despite the desire to become his true self. He hadn't wanted to enter the water with her, knowing he would need a few moments to calm his natural urges, and when he resurfaced and turned in the water to look at her, he saw a grin on her face seconds before she did the same, diving into the pool.

She swam towards him under the water but broke the surface a few feet away from him, just out of reach. Her hair was around her face, but she was smiling and happy, putting him at ease as he felt his body start to relax. Being in the water wasn't as good as shifting in it, but it was something.

He had to fucking tell her before he lost all control.

"It's saltwater!" she exclaimed, licking her lips a few times, as though testing it.

"I live on the beach and often jump in the pool after being out on the sand. It seemed stupid to install a chlorine pool."

"Makes sense."

Fisk breathed a sigh of relief as she accepted the explanation, saving him from having to find something other than the full truth.

He didn't want to lie to her. He didn't even know if he was capable of it.

Lily suddenly turned and began swimming towards the end of the pool, away from him, and in an instant, his instinct to chase his prey kicked in. Fisk swam after her, his human arms far more powerful than hers, and just before she reached the edge, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her back towards him. She gasped but didn't fight back, instead turning her head to kiss him. The need to shift settled even more as he was reminded of what he had promised to do to her in the pool, and with his prey in his arms, there was no need to use his natural form to give chase.

In seconds, he had her back pressed against the edge of the pool while his knees hit the bench, and she gasped against her mouth as her feet planted down on either side of his legs, leaving them easily parted for him to press his covered cock against her sex. Her fingers ran through his hair, pushing the short strands off his forehead then down to his face, her hands cupping his jaw.

"I prefer the stubble on you," she gasped as she pulled away from his kiss. "Fuck, I would love to feel it rubbing on my breasts and the insides of my thighs."

"Stay longer than this weekend, and you can feel it every day," he growled against her lips, not thinking about what he was even saying before he kissed her again.

His hands moved to the front of her bathing suit, and he tried to tug the bikini out of his way, only to find it wasn't moving. She laughed against his mouth as one hand left his face, and in seconds, she had untied the string behind her neck, freeing her breasts. He wasn't going to ask questions as his hands moved to her hips, his mouth leaving hers to instead move to her hardened nipples.

He sucked one into his mouth and added a little teeth as her head fell backwards, her moan long and low. He knew without being able to smell her or tasting the water that she was wet for him. His hands moved lower to untie the string on each hip, and they gave way easily, allowing him to throw her bikini bottoms somewhere behind him in the pool. His mouth shifted to her other breast, tongue swirling before he sucked the tip into his mouth, and then his hands moved lower, fingers intent on being inside her until his cock was.

Just as he had suspected, she was soaking wet, and he knew without question that she wouldn't need lube, despite them being in water. She was made for him, made to be fucked in the salty water of the ocean, made to be fucked by a sea monster such as himself. She was perfect, perfect for him, perfect to be his mate. It was without question who she was, who she would be. His two fingers inside her spread, and he finger fucked her while his other hand struggled to push his shorts down. She choked on his name as his thumb found her clit, making his heart feel ready to explode.

Rational thought would have told him it was sexual attraction and lust, but rational thought was long gone as his cock came free. He was in love with her, in love with the girl of his fantasies and dreams. It was his name she was moaning, his body she ached for. He was going to keep her, no matter how long it took to show her they were made for one another. No matter how long it took him to find the courage to tell her the truth.

His mouth left her breast to move to her mouth, and she kissed him back, hard, as her hands gripped his shoulders, then lower. Her nails dug into his arms, and he deepened the kiss as his fingers slipped out of her, hands moving to her hips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. The need to shift was growing once again, his cock ready to expand into its tentacled form, but a sudden bite of pain on his lip helped to bring him back to the moment. He pulled away from the kiss, blinking.

"Stop teasing me and fuck me like you can't break me," she demanded before he could even ask why she had bitten his lip. "Fuck me like you've always dreamed."

Fuck, he should have told her the truth, because that...that was the one thing he couldn't give her.

"Demanding brat," He kissed her hard as he pushed inside, his cock suddenly surrounded by the heat of her sex. The need to expand and grow was still there, to attach himself inside her while he was at it, but her human fingers on his skin and the pain of her nails kept him grounded, able to hold off his need to shift.

But fuck, she felt amazing, and he knew deep down, she would enjoy his tentacles inside her and all around her.

"Fuck, you need it like this, don't you?" he groaned against her lips as he gripped her hips tighter, likely adding to her bruises. "You like it rough, don't you? More than just the choking. You like being fucked until your voice is hoarse and you can't walk."

"I want to be," she begged, trying to rock her hips against him. He could feel her feet trying to press harder on the bench on either side of his legs, as though it would somehow help her to get him to move, but he wasn't ready yet. Not until he had confirmation of what she was asking for...or at least, what she thought she was asking for. "Please. You're already so much better than anyone... I want it rough, yes. No one is ever... enough . I want it, Fisk. Please. Please ."

Truly, she was his perfect match, and somehow, he knew, once he found the courage, that she wouldn't shy away from the sea monster within him.

"I've told you, no one could ever satisfy you like I will." His voice was rougher, deeper, but as she shivered against him, he knew she liked it. "Look at me, sweetheart. I'm going to fuck you like you need, like you're made to be fucked. You set the path and destination, but you should know, I'm already crazy for you. If we keep like we are—"

"I want it," she insisted, her nails biting into his skin again. "I can't... I can't explain, but I'm—"

He didn't want to hear whatever she was going to say while his cock was inside her and she was begging to be fucked. Any confession she had for him, it would be without the need to orgasm, without whatever power their supernatural connection had over her. He pulled out of her quickly then slammed back home, and whatever she had to say was lost in her screaming yes and please .

He would gladly give her what she wanted, giving into his baser desires to ravage his mate. He grinned as she clamped tight around him, only to pull out once more, his thick cock dragging inside her tight cunt, but as she lost the ability to speak coherent sentences, he gritted his teeth, trying to maintain control.

He wanted to fuck her as he truly wanted, in his half-human, half-sea monster form, but not yet. Not until she knew the truth. Not until she had accepted him entirely for who he was.

Not yet, but soon.