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“Oh, you would?”

She didn’t reply—not verbally, at least. Two can play this game. With a subtle flick of her wrist, the button-up and jeans Killian had been wearing disappeared, leaving him stark naked; even the brace of his hook was gone.

A devilish grin took over Killian’s face, sending more heat to where she was already achingly aroused. “Well, then,” he murmured, and covered the last couple of steps to the bath, giving her a perfect view of his manhood.

He didn’t stop at the edge of the tub, no—he climbed right in. She tried to protest as water quickly ran over the side and onto the tile below, but he simply used his magic to siphon it all into the sink via a graceful, twirling arc of water across the room.

Smoothly, he sank onto his knees and settled his weight carefully across her thighs, bracing his arms on the rim of the tub and hovering over her. “So how exactly would you rather have me, Swan?” he breathed, inches from her face.

Her hands settled on his trim waist under the water, then traced up his abs and chest, wetting the hair there, until they wrapped around his neck and gently brought his face close enough to kiss.

It started slow and sweet, and she could taste the rum and a bit of salt water from his earlier swim on his lips. His hand and wrist drifted down as he leaned forward a bit more, his tongue slipped between her lips, and he pulled her up closer to him, bringing them chest-to-chest. She gasped into the kiss as her sensitive nipples brushed against his soft chest hair.

His blunted wrist held her tight around her waist while his hand found its way to one of her breasts, gently caressing her skin and then grazing a taut nipple in the small space between them.

He paused there only a moment before drawing a trail of heat down her side to where she truly needed him; god, it feels like I’m burning alive. For a moment, she swore she could feel the water boiling—until she realized that was just Killian, adding steady streams of bubbles to the water.

His nimble fingers slid in between her slightly parted thighs and drew a careful stripe against her folds, making her shiver. So he did it again, and a few more times before finally dipping a finger inside.

She broke the kiss with a moan, and Killian rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve got you, love,” he murmured as stroked inside her. Even as she arched her pelvis up at the movement of his hand, she felt secure in his hold.

He kept it up, gently but firmly working her closer and closer to a peak, eventually adding another finger and starting to suck at the sensitive spot behind her ear. Emma’s hand that wasn’t holding onto him for dear life found her breast, massaging and tweaking in search of some sort of relief.

Ugh, I’m so close. But the tension continued to coil for a few moments longer, until Killian’s broad thumb finally found its way to her clit, adding the extra pressure she needed to finish unwinding; she came with a loud gasp.

He continued to guide her through the aftershocks, and the bubbles he’d made felt like heaven across her stimulated skin. When she was finally able to open her eyes again, it wasn’t to the seductive smirk that had greeted her earlier, but to the soft look of adoration and care that only came out in their softer moments.

“Is that better, then?” he asked quietly.

“Much,” she answered simply, then placed another kiss on his lips. “But what are we going to do about this now?” She reached in between him and carefully grabbed his erection, which had been pressed against her stomach as she came down from her high.

His breath hitched in her grasp. “I—I suppose we should take this to another location, shouldn’t we?” he proposed, and she could see how much darker his eyes were.

“I don’t think we have to,” she answered, summoning her cuff to her hand.

A slow smile took over his features when he saw what she held. The wry grin was back. “If you insist.”

Two quick movements and another large splash of water later, Killian’s cuff was off and Emma’s was on. The gold of his tail took on a more burnished look in the dim light of the bathroom but was no less breathtaking.

“So...bloody...beautiful,” he expressed, punctuating the statement with kisses to her neck. Her tail looked a bit more emerald in the candle light, but she still didn’t see how she could compare to him.

Almost reverently, she brushed his fringe from his face and found his lips again, slowly stoking the heat that was constantly simmering between them. There was no need to rush this time, so they let the excitement build on its own.

Killian moved a bit to change the angle, sliding more on top of her, but ended up pressing her fully under water. They both froze for a moment at the sudden change, and Emma’s human brain couldn’t compute for a long second. Until—you’re a mermaid, idiot! Keep kissing your merman! She just grinned at him from their spot below the surface and then pulled him back to her. Obviously, she was used to being under water, but being in such a confined space and not the wide-open ocean was a different kind of intimate.

His hand wandered a bit, but settled at her waist, where skin met scale and his thumb was brushing between the two. That is, it was when he wasn’t shivering at the way she lightly scratched at his back and chest. The fact that she could draw that reaction from when the water felt near-scalding in these cold-blooded forms said a lot.

Okay, enough play time—I need more. She was craving friction, but he was floating just enough away from her that there was none to be had. It probably made a mess, but that was the last thing on her mind as she flipped her fin up and around his tail and pressed the bulge of his arousal against the sensitive spot low on her abdomen. He stopped mid-kiss to moan and drop his head to her shoulder; perfect.

“That’s usually my trick,” he muttered.

“Then maybe you should have done it sooner,” she breathed back, squeezing him tighter to create the movement she so needed. The pressure on her clit felt incredible and she closed her eyes in that small moment of bliss.

“If you needed it so badly, why didn’t you say so?” He was whispering into her ear and then took the lead a bit, thrusting forward until her rear end was laying on the bottom of the shallow tub.

“I—I—” she stammered as he started to move more, gentle pulses against her core.

“Say it, love,” he purred, pressing a bit harder before starting to suck at her pulse point.

“I—I need you, Killian,” she finally managed to blurt out.

He pulled back from her neck in a move that would have had a pop above water, but was silent below. And then he hovered over her, pupils wide with lust, before pushing her tail down with his to create a bit of space between them. He was only inches away, but it may as well have been miles with how much she was aching to have him inside her.

Wordlessly and needlessly slowly, he pulled his cock out from where it was barely hidden and gave it a few strokes; she could see his breath hitch a bit at his own touch—and, honestly, that just makes me need him even more.

Then, in a well-rehearsed motion, he found her hard-to-find entrance and slid in, stilling once he was fully sheathed. Oh, yes. It was certainly a different feeling, having that on the front of her body versus more toward the center, but any connection with him was amazing.

After a long moment of just enjoying being together, she got antsy again and pressed up, making water slosh over the edge. But if Killian cared now, he didn’t show it, and instead just pressed down, dragging himself a bit against her inner walls. Yes—that’s what I need; but it still wasn’t enough.

It took a bit to find their rhythm in the confined space, but they eventually settled into one, pressing and pushing up and down, tails coiled tight against the other’s and Emma’s grip on his back straining her muscles. All around them, the water gradually filled with bubbles as Killian approached his climax; Emma wasn’t sure if it was just the stars in her own eyes, but it also looked like rain was coming down on them.

But then nothing really registered but the feel of Killian in and on top of her as she drew closer and closer to her peak again. It was like the water was a second skin around them, embracing and encouraging them as they chased release together and she was close, so close—come on, just—right—THERE.

With a gasp, she fell over the edge into pure euphoria, aware of nothing but the emotional high of her orgasm and Killian’s coolness in opposition to the frothy, fiery water around them. A moment later, he stilled as he too finished, a distant shout ringing in her ears, and then everything faded into a blissful nothing.

When she came to, she felt unbelievably loose and relaxed, nothing more than a bit of seafoam floating away. (But without all the tragedy of Hans Christian Andersen’s original mermaid story.) Killian was still wrapped around her, head tucked in the crook of her neck as his breath returned to normal.

“So, my love,” he started. “Feeling better now?”

“Much,” she sighed, and wrapped her arms around him a bit tighter. “Although I’m not looking forward to cleaning up the mess we just made in the bathroom.” It was nearly dark in the room, so they must have put the candles out, too.

He shrugged. “It’ll dry.”

She just giggled back; he won’t be saying that when he comes out of his post-coital high. But she wasn’t about to complain.

And she definitely didn’t tell him that the shower had come on at some point.

Instead, she just watched as it rained down above them and held her amazing merman close, then settled into the kind of rest you could only get when you were completely at peace.

Hope you enjoy your day, love!