The Kraken's Kiss: Mated to the Monster by Martel Matilda

Author:Martel, Matilda
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-24T00:00:00+00:00

chapter nine

I’m not dead. It feels more like I’ve plunged into madness. Before me stands the most breathtaking man I've ever encountered—an embodiment of ageless grace and rugged beauty, his features as impeccably sculpted as Michelangelo’s David, his countenance divine. He rescued me from the brink of death, emerging like a figure from legend to claim that our lives are intertwined by fate, our paths inexorably drawn together by destiny’s hand. How can this be?

He’s a Kraken, yet he bears little resemblance to the creatures of fiction. Instead, he presents as a mesmerizing hybrid of man and octopus, more akin to a mythical merman with tentacles swirling where one might expect a tail. There's something about him—perhaps the sinuous grace of his movements or the intense depth of his gaze—that steals my breath and sends my heart racing with unbridled lust.

This whirlwind of emotion is entirely new to me. I’ve admired book boyfriends and swooned over celebrities, but never have I been so profoundly shaken by a mere look or a gentle touch. Egon, with his enigmatic allure, has effortlessly kindled a fire within me, a smoldering desire that I can only mask by holding my tongue and feigning composure.

Together, we ascend through the crystal-clear blue, our bodies entwined, moving as one toward the shimmering surface. He cradles me gently, with the tenderness of a lover, drawing me close against his chest. His arms encircle me, each touch infused with warmth and reassurance. He is a being of legend, a mythical creature that should exist only within the worn pages of fantastical tales, and yet, in his embrace, I find an unparalleled sense of security. Despite the surreal reality of his existence, I have never felt so safe or peaceful as I do wrapped in his protective hold.

"Take a deep breath, little girl," Egon advises, nodding toward the nearing surface just moments before we break through. On pure instinct, I loosen my grip on him and thrust my arms over my head, rocketing out of the water with a splash. As I emerge, I gulp down the sweet, fresh air, the transition from water to air feeling surprisingly instantaneous. Egon surfaces smoothly after me, drawing a deep breath while his eyes remain fixed on me with a blend of concern and curiosity. "Are you well?"

I nod vigorously, a surge of exhilaration washing over me. "I really am alive. I don’t think I fully believed it until just now." My fingers weave through my curls to tame them, and I stretch my arms wide over the water, luxuriating in the freedom of movement before returning to Egon’s reassuring side. As I glide away once more, Egon follows, expertly mirroring each of my playful twists and turns. I watch, captivated, as his majestic form slices through the water with effortless grace.

His movements are a regal dance, fluid and precise. The sight of his powerful yet elegant figure maneuvering so harmoniously in the aquatic environment adds a layer of enchantment to our playful chase, highlighting the unspoken connection that pulses rhythmically between us.

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