The Merman, My Man novel 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. 

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 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… ”