Chapter 221: The Kiss Became a Bite.
The water-logged fabric clung stubbornly, a heavy, sucking drag against her skin, the soaked material fighting every inch like it refused to let go. Celestine untangled her thighs from my waist with deliberate effort, her powerful legs flexing and releasing their vise grip. Her feet found precarious purchase on a submerged ledge to steady herself, toes curling against the rough, algae-slick stone for balance as the water continued to surge and slap around us.
My knuckles scraped hard along her hip bones as I forced the waistband down, the cold, heavy denim scraping over her pale skin with raw friction. She let out a sharp, fractured gasp against my throat, the hot burst of air stinging my chilled neck. Her fingernails clawed into my shoulders for leverage, digging deep enough that I felt the sharp points break skin as her weight shifted, muscles coiling and uncoiling under my hands.
One leg at a time, she kicked deliberately, guiding the stubborn pants off her ankles and into the black depths. Each kick sent turbulent eddies swirling around my thighs, bubbles racing up my skin in tickling streams.
The moment the fabric cleared the flare of her hips, my fingers pressed directly into the slick, swollen heat of her pussy. The contrast hit me like a live wire—her burning core against the freezing lake. A violent electric tremor ripped through her entire body, every muscle seizing then vibrating against me. She cried out—low, breathless—mouth open against my neck, teeth grazing my skin again as my finger slid along her hypersensitive folds, exploring the petal-soft, dripping warmth without pushing inside. The silky slickness coated my fingers instantly, thicker and hotter than the surrounding water.
Every micro-movement of my hand sent fresh jolts through her. Her clit throbbed hard against my knuckle as she rocked blindly into the touch, hips stuttering in tiny, desperate circles that ground her heat along my fingertip.
The bare, maddening friction of her flesh against me was the breaking point.
Beneath the surface, the extreme tension on my shredded boxers finally snapped. With a violent forward surge of my hips, my rigid cock tore completely through the ruined fabric. The seams burst with an underwater pop that I felt more than heard, a muffled vibration traveling through the water and up my shaft as the cold lake rushed in against my newly exposed skin. My length sprang free, sliding hot and bare against the smooth skin of her lower stomach, the contrast of my fevered heat against her cool flesh making us both shudder.
Her pants, bloated with trapped air, broke the surface beside us in a dark, swirling mass, bobbing heavily before starting to sink. Celestine reached down between us, her cool hand brushing my throbbing cock as she hooked her fingers into my torn boxers. With a savage yank, she ripped them off my thighs, the torn fabric scraping down my legs before she let them drift away into the dark. Nothing remained between us now—just skin, water, and raw hunger.
She pulled back, chest heaving as she gulped a desperate lungful of freezing night air, her breasts rising and falling heavily against me, nipples dragging across my chest with each ragged breath. Her dark, wild eyes locked onto mine for one suspended heartbeat—the predator completely unhinged, yet utterly consumed by me. Her hands gripped my shoulders tight, core pressing forward so that the slick heat of her pussy slid along the underside of my throbbing cock.
Then she let go.
Her grip vanished. Her hands slid down my chest in a slow, burning trail, nails scraping lightly over my skin, before she dropped backward into the black water.
The sudden loss of her weight plunged me an inch deeper before my thighs kicked hard to stabilize, muscles screaming from the constant burn. The chaotic world above vanished instantly. The stinging wind, crashing waves, and distant city roar disappeared, replaced by the heavy, echoing silence of the underwater deep—only the muffled thud of my own heartbeat in my ears.
Beneath the surface, the gold city lights dissolved into a dim, ghostly haze filtering down like dying stars. Celestine floated weightlessly before me, long brown hair fanning out around her face and shoulders like shimmering dark silk, strands drifting and curling in the current. Then she dove deeper, cool hands whispering along my hips as she sank, her fingers trailing fire down my skin.
"Celestine—" I choked out above the surface. The wind swallowed it the instant her mouth closed around me.
The cold lake ceased to exist. The transition was absolute: blistering heat, tight, perfect suction. Her lips and tongue locked around my cock in a slow, deliberate, torturous rhythm that threatened to shatter what remained of my sanity. The water amplified everything—the way her tongue swirled under the head, the tight ring of her throat swallowing around me, the gentle scrape of her teeth as she took me deeper.
In the weightless dark, every sensation was magnified a thousandfold. The smooth glide of her throat, the teasing swirl of her tongue, the scalding heat of her mouth against the freezing water surrounding my thighs created a devastating overload. My chest tightened, lungs burning for air I refused to chase. I braced my feet against nothing, floating in the void.
A heavy, white-hot throb surged up my spine. My jaw locked as I stared blankly at the dark underside of the water’s surface, bubbles escaping my nose in frantic streams.
My legs stopped kicking. My body went rigid as the silent, hidden friction consumed me. The lake expanded into an endless abyss around us, pressure building in my ears.
The system warnings, the danger of who she was, the world above—all of it burned away, erased by the suffocating intensity beneath the dark water.
I was completely untethered. My hands drifted uselessly on the surface, fingers curling into empty, freezing air as the overwhelming pleasure dragged my mind into a silent, weightless place of absolute surrender.
The abyss wasn’t safe. Not even close.
Beneath the water, the rhythm turned feral in an instant. The razor-sharp fangs scraped down the hypersensitive skin of my cock like a goddamn switchblade—white-hot pain slicing straight through the bliss.
The sting hit hard, then melted into liquid fire as the first drop of my blood hit her tongue. I felt it register in her like a drug: that tiny shudder in her lips, the sudden volcanic heat exploding from her mouth.
Her entire body seized.
Powerful muscles in her shoulders and back snapped tight against my thighs, then detonated into a brutal full-body spasm. Her throat clamped down with vicious, predatory force, sucking me deeper, harder, the slick velvet walls squeezing my shaft like a starving fist. Every ridge and ripple inside her dragged along my length with merciless pressure while her tongue lashed wildly underneath, frantic and ravenous.
My lungs were screaming. Fire ripped through my chest as the oxygen debt clawed at me. The last of my air exploded out my nose in a violent blast of silver bubbles that shot upward through the black water, racing desperately toward the fractured light far above. The freezing lake pressed in from every side, heavy and suffocating, drowning out everything except the thunder of my own pulse hammering in my ears.
The edges of my vision started collapsing, tunneling fast. The faint glow of the city lights above shrank to a dying pinprick. My fingers twitched uselessly at my sides—too weak to push her off, to weak to fight my way back to the surface.
She wasn’t blowing me anymore. She was feeding.
If I didn’t get air right fucking now, this black abyss was going to be my grave.
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