The merman, my man

Chapter 203

The Merman, My Man Novel Chapter 203 :Author by Black Velvet

The Merman, My Man Novel Chapter 203 :Author by Black Velvet

Dicken wasn’t baring his upper body like he used to. His black trench coat was soaked and sticking to

his body, while his collar was opened and exposed his chest that was as hard as stone. At the same

time, his skin was as pale as an ancient, noble vampire. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

He was staring at me from behind a black mask that covered the upper half of his face. I couldn’t see

his eyes, but I could feel the fire from his magical eyes, even as he admired my naked body with

burgeoning lust in his gaze without constraint.

Fuck! I had finally forced this pervert out of hiding!

Complex emotions filled my heart as myriad feelings erupted like a typhoon in my chest, and a surging

stream of heat rushed up my head.

My eyes turned red in a split second, but I pretended to lie down again and looked smugly at him as if I

was the victor—despite being naked and looking as if I was trying to seduce him.

“Dicken, you bastard! “ I cursed quietly, my tears welling even as my eyes couldn’t resist the urge to

look at his body, wandering over his muscular figure. Somehow, I couldn’t help gulping while my

breaths turned rushed.

I was not tormented by my libido in the days when Dicken was gone, and my mutations seemed to

fade with his absence as well… but when I presumed that my yearning for his body would disappear

as well, I realized that I was very far off the mark.

After all, there were countless nights where I had dreamt the same thing: being one with Dicken in

savage union, and I always woke up with a puddle between my legs.

My body missed him and yearned for him so much— hopeful that he would defile me! F*ck!

And what about Dicken? Did he yearn for me like I did?

I watched his expression, and I could see his Adam’s apple bobbing restlessly while his breaths turned

ragged. For some reason, he wasn’t moving towards me at all even though his libido was bursting, and

merely watched me yearningly and showing no inclination to move.

B*stard!

“Come here… or I’ll leave! “ I couldn’t help swimming up to him, so I grabbed the iron bars of the gate,

shaking it firmly even as I stared tightly at him, and worked hard to calm myself. “Why aren’t you

talking, Dicken? And what’s with that getup?“

Dicken merely watched me from afar but still said nothing. I was immensely confused then, though I

relaxed my hold on the iron bars as my maniacal emotion seemed to be eased just then. Now, I merely

lean my head on the iron gate as I watch him quietly.

After a moment, he moved —swimming towards me while my heart pounded, threatening to jump out

of my body. Then, when he came near the iron gate, I stiffened and suddenly couldn’t move, and could

only watch as his hands reached out between the bars, past my

head and around my neck. He held the back of my head, pressing me so that I met his cold, tender

lips, before he kissed me wildly and devoured my lips.

My whole body shuddered —that kiss had come too sudden for me to react, and my tears rolled

without control over our locked lips.

I only recovered some of my senses after he had kissed me for a long while. My aggression overcame

me just then, and I stretched my hands through the iron bars as I pulled his hair and devoured his lips

wildly and clumsily. I savored the taste of saltwater on his mouth, and even as he bit my lip, his tongue

was thrashing around in my mouth. There was no doubt that we were two lustful beasts, tangled and

hard to part.

My chest was plastered squarely over his, and the iron bars of the gate could well be flattened by our

bodies. Even if it stood firm between us and my chest hurt even as I pushed against it, I paid it no

heed in the least—all I cared about was Dicken, and at that very moment, the world seemed to have

turned still.

Without knowing it, our mouths were filled with the taste of blood, but his arms remained tightly

wrapped around my body, holding me even tighter as his lips shifted beneath to my chin. He then

started to lick and slurp without constraint and lustfully. I shuddered even as I reached out with my

arms, intent on pulling him closer to me and touched the clenching

skin beneath his trench coat, but he caught my hands and kept them on his back, preventing me from

moving around.

With the iron door keeping my body in place, I could only look up as he defiled me. Amid the pouring

rain, my mind was going blank from the waves of stimulations. In fact, I wondered if I was just having a

dream I could wake from at any movement.

Hence, amid Dicken’s assault, a flustered murmur escaped my lips. ”Open up the gate, Dicken. I want

to see you… ”