The Depths of Love (Paranormal Shark Sex) Read online

  Natasha Hunter

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  The Depths of Love

  Present Day, Port Walam

  Saffron O'Riley stood at the window of her plantation house, watching the rain as it poured from the thunderous sky. Lightning flashed, illuminating the dark clouds that hung low over the ocean.

  With a dreamy sigh, she moved over to her canopy bed and stretched out across the quilted mattress. A thrill of anticipation hummed through her body as the sky pulsed with electricity. She closed her eyes as she lay there and pictured him in her mind. She could see him clearly in her mind; his dark hair, glistening coal colored eyes, and his mouth.

  Especially his mouth.

  She gave a restless moan as she imagined that mouth against her neck, his tender lips grazing across her throat. Her body responded to the mere thought of his touch. Restlessly, she caressed her hand across her chest, cupping her breasts over the fabric of her nightgown. Wetting her lips, she pictured him kissing her, his tongue gently lapping at hers. She imagined his hands pulling up her nightgown, exposing her fevered skin to the stormy, night air.

  She could picture him there, towering above her, gazing at her nearly nude body with a deep, aching hunger. Her breath quickened as she lost herself in the fantasy with her phantom lover. Her heart pounded in her chest as she imagined him leaning down and taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking it and teasing her playfully with little flicks of his tongue.

  Sitting up on the bed, she tugged her nightgown up over her head and discarded it to the floor. Her necklace tangled in her wheat-blonde hair, and she fussed with the silver chain, gently pulling it from around her neck.

  She held the chain up in front of her, the dark shark tooth dangled in front of her face. For some inexplicable reason, she darted her tongue out and licked it. Sucking it into her mouth, she settled back on the pillows while caressing her breasts with a delicate touch. Though she was gentle, her fantasy lover wanted it rougher. He kneaded his fingers into her fleshy, pale globes while aggressively toying with her rosy buds. The pleasure simmered through her body and pooled between her thighs. She could feel her moisture as she rubbed her legs together, writhing with a little, soft moan.

  "Touch yourself," he commanded. It was almost as if she could hear him, as if he were really there.

  Without a second thought, she slid her hand beneath the waistband of her lacy panties and cupped her fleshy mound. She rubbed her outer lips, feeling the hot wetness slathering across her fingers. Silky fluid drenched her hand as she played with her pussy. She explored every pink fold, eased her fingers between the crease and deeper, into her tight tunnel.

  Groaning, she finger-fucked herself with wild abandon, her sensual moans filled her bedroom and echoed throughout the empty house; not that she tried to be quiet, there was no one for miles around. And even if someone did happen by, the sounds would be smothered by the violent storm raging outside.

  Saffron pulled the shark-tooth from her mouth and rubbed it across her pert breast, flicking it across her tight nipple. She moaned, keeping the tooth against her nipple while fingering her pussy. She could smell the scent of her arousal as she pulled her hand up to lick her fingers.

  His voice invaded her blissful haze, capturing her attention, "Did I tell you to stop?"

  She gasped and parted her eyes, staring up at the creation of her erotic fantasy. He was perched between her legs, on his knees, wearing nothing but a silver-chained necklace. A chain identical to hers.

  His gaze bore into hers, "Take your panties off and play with yourself. I want to watch you come. I want to see every little drop of your orgasm dripping from your sweet little cunt."

  She felt as if she couldn't quite catch her breath, as if she were light-headed and about to faint. The lights flickered in the bedroom as she tugged off the lacy material and tossed them on top of her nightgown. Her fingers roamed across her shaven mound slowly. To give him a better view, she spread her legs further apart. She ran the pad of her fingertip across her clit, the sensations eliciting a heightened, erotic pulse deep within her. "Is this what you want?"

  "Every delicious part of you." He said in a sensual, deep voice. "I want to suckle your nipples and lick my way down your belly. I want to delve between your legs and lick your perfect little cunt until you beg me to stop. I want to bury my cock deep inside of you and make you mine."

  "Yours," she said breathlessly as eased her fingers in and out of her pussy, pumping at a furious pace. "I am yours."

  The lights flickered again, then dimmed before going completely out. Darkness consumed the room, though she didn't care. She was too caught up in her own pleasure to worry about it. She felt the mattress sink in, as if he was actually there.

  Something in the back of her mind told her that it was impossible, that fantasies don't come to life, but at that point, she didn't care. He felt real. He was there in that moment and he was kissing her. She moaned into his mouth. He tasted of the sea; salty and masculine. His tongue probed hers as his hands slid across her body. He grabbed a handful of breast, his fingers tightly digging into her flesh.

  With a desperation that she'd never quite felt before, she writhed her body against his, wanting to feel the length of his cock submerging into her.

  "Please," she begged mindlessly as she raked her fingers through his hair. He'd trailed his way down her throat and covered her breast with his mouth.

  "Please what?" he asked in between delicious little licks against her aching nipples.

  "Please fuck me."

  He groaned at her elicit request. She could feel the head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance. He teased her with it, using his hand to rub the meaty bulb through her wet folds. Her clit thrummed with pleasure as he focused on that one little sensitive spot, rubbing against her silky, tingling nub.

  "Oh god, oh god," she groaned mindlessly, the pleasure building and building, almost to the point of orgasm. But then he stopped, giving her a moment to catch her breath as he focused on her breasts again, one and then the other. She felt as if she were drowning in pleasure.

  Satisfied that she was on the verge of orgasm, he eased up a bit and wrapped his large hands around her thighs. He pushed her legs up close to her head while leaning down to give her cunt a nice, long lick. He wiggled his tongue between her fleshy pink lips and then he pulled his head away. "Mmmmm."

  Keeping her legs pushed up, he squeezed her thighs roughly as his cock slid into her. Saffron dug her fingers into the quilt, fingers curled tight into the fabric as she gritted her teeth. "Fuck!"

  Panting, he impaled her deeply, until every last inch was submerged into her syrupy wetness. She tensed around his cock, massaging his manhood as he slowly started to pull out of her.

  She watched him through half-lidded eyes as the lightning flashed, illuminating the room briefly every few seconds. He was beautiful, if a man could be called such a thing. Perfection. But was he real? Sweat dripped from his forehead and splashed against her belly. His cock certainly felt real deep inside of her, and his hands felt real wrapped around her thighs. She'd never been so aroused in all of her life. Every nerve ending hummed with pleasure.

  "I can't take it anymore," she panted as the sensations built, pushing her closer to orgasm. Her eyelashes fluttered as her lips parted slightly as she moaned. "So close."

  Using his thumb, he stimulated her clit while he pushed into her pussy with short but quick thrusts. "Come for me."

  Without another thought of reality, Saffr
on moaned into the night air as she orgasmed, a sound of blissful pleasure escaping her pretty pink mouth. Her orgasm rushed violently through her, little rippling waves of bliss bubbling beneath her fevered skin. Wave after wave crashed through her as he continued to pump into her through her orgasm, heightening the sensations, drawing them out to last longer.

  As she began to quieten, coming down from her euphoric high, he quickened the pace, objecting to the silence with a gravelly grunt. He pushed into her tight little pussy with force. He fucked her hard and fast, bringing himself to orgasm within her. She felt his seed as it spread inside of her.

  He collapsed against her and kissed her sensually. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held him to her for a matter of seconds before he...disappeared.

  Saffron lay there, half in shock. The lights flickered on suddenly and she glanced around the room, half expecting to see him, though the room was completely empty.

  "What. The. Hell."

  Sitting up in bed, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand beside the bed and texted her best friend, -i think i just had sex with a ghost...-

  ***

  1809

  Captain Nathaniel Raynard didn't believe in witchcraft, magic, or any of the other sort of nonsense that his crew bellowed on about. Sure, he would pacify them their silly superstitions because a happy crew benefited everyone. But in his heart of hearts, he was a man of science and reason, a man of education and enlightenment. He simply couldn't believe in what he couldn't see with his own two eyes.

  He certainly wasn't going to let stories of voodoo witches bother him and take away the pride he felt in his new house. He'd instantly fallen in love with the stately, two story house with the wrap around porch and balconies. Using his prize money as a naval privateer, he invested in the house and land that went with it and decided to call this part of the world home.

  The lush, natural beauty of the island soothed his soul and gave him the much needed respite from his life of naval warfare. Though he knew he'd only have a few months to enjoy his time off before his next voyage, he planned on making the most of it.

  Port Walam offered every luxury afforded to his station- imported alcohol, exotic cuisine, and beautiful island girls. It was a bonus that most of his staff was breathtakingly beautiful and more than willing to share his bed at night for the small sum of a trinket or two.

  In fact, they would squabble over who had his favor for the evening!

  "Hmph," he uttered under his breath as he stepped out onto the dock that stretched into a sparkling, moonlit lagoon just outside his house. "I've done nothing wrong!" he bellowed drunkenly into the tropical night air, just before he took a long swig of rum.

  Annoyed, he thought back to the old hag he'd encountered earlier in the evening. She had approached him as he made his way to have dinner with Jon Lawkins, his First Lieutenant. She mumbled her foreign words then repeated them to him in his own language. With a hearty laugh, he dismissed her vile curse as the ramblings of an old, mad woman. She was angry that he 'defiled' her granddaughter, claiming that the poor girl had fallen in love with him.

  He had a hard time remembering which girl the woman was even speaking of! Telling her so was probably a bad idea, which only roused her up even more. She spat her curses at him, claiming that he would be bound to what he loved and could never be free of it.

  That didn't sound like a bad thing to him at all, and so he told her so.

  With a maniacal laugh, the woman finally left him alone.

  "Love," he muttered as he took another drink of his rum. Little did she know that he loved no one. All the family he had back in England had died from a horrible influenza, leaving him with a small inheritance.

  If he loved anything, it was his life at sea. No woman could ever come close to the beauty of the ocean. No one person could satisfy him as heartily as a life lived on the water.

  "Do you hear that!" he called out drunkenly, "Your curses mean nothing to me you old bag of bones. This is what I love!" he leaned down from the dock and tried to splash his hand against the water. He misjudged the distance and toppled head first into the warm waters. Something unseen wrapped around his legs and pulled him deeper. Unable to reach the surface, he screamed out in blind panic. As water filled his lungs, he passed out within the long weeds; lost to the depths forever.

  As the decades passed, his spirit was absorbed into one sea creature after another, melding with whatever animal or fish that happened to be closest to him as his 'body' died. He was never released into the after life, always drawn into whatever living thing was nearby.

  Years faded into centuries as he ghosted between the various marine life in the depths of the ocean, unable to escape his watery hell.

  Occasionally, he would make his way back to the island, back to his home- and that is when he saw her, sitting on the edge of the dock that he lost his life on.

  Her long, rich blonde hair rippled on the soft ocean breeze. Her skin was sun-kissed, darkened by the tropical heat. She wore a white linen dress that flowed out around her calves.

  She was beautiful, and some tiny voice deep inside his soul said that she belonged to him.

  He had never longed for a person as much as he did the girl who haunted his dock. He reasoned she must have ended up with his house, some how, and probably lived alone because he'd only ever seen her out there.

  Sometimes she'd bring an easel with her and spend hours painting. Other times she'd sit there, gazing out at the sea with a wistful expression. He wondered what she thought about during those hours of her silent vigil.

  Once, she sang out, a beautiful, haunting melody. He longed to hear more, and couldn't help himself from swimming closer to the pier. He circled around the long wooden poles that plunged into the seabed below, then edged out from beneath the pier so that she could see him.

  She continued to sing, her voice not wavering once as she watched him. A thrill of something tickled the edges of his consciousness. She wasn't afraid of him! He was inhabited the body of a shark but that seemed to matter little to her. She continued her song, then followed up with another.

  They fell into a daily routine. He'd swim openly in view of the pier, and she would sing to him. Several weeks later, a violent storm shrouded the island, obviously keeping her tucked away, safely inside the house.

  His house.

  He couldn't stand it. He wanted to see her! Cursing the curse that kept him water-bound, he thrashed around in the angry swell of waves until something miraculous happened. Momentarily his spirit pulled away from the shark and he was tossed into the water. He made his way to the pier and followed the path to his house. As he reached for the door handle, his hand went cleanly through the wood. Realizing his existence was incorporeal, he sighed, though tried to make the best of it. At least he'd get to see her.

  He stepped through the door and searched the house, room by room. Some things had remained the same over the years, but others were vastly different. He barely recognized most of the items scattered around, lying on the sofa and table in the parlor. He read her name at the bottom of a magazine, and decided that it suited her. "Saffron," he whispered her name.

  Continuing his search, he found her, curled up on an antique, canopy bed- though it hadn't been an antique when he originally bought it.

  Her eyes were closed, and at first Nathaniel thought she was sleeping...until she moaned. He raked his gaze down her body, watching the movement of her hand beneath the covers. She was pleasuring herself and he thought he'd simply die. Again.

  "Pull the covers down and let me see you," he said, with little hope of her hearing him. But to his astonishment, she pushed the covers off of her body. She groaned as she pulled her wet folds open, as if giving him a perfect view of her most intimate parts.

  "Can you hear me?" he asked as he neared her.

  She said nothing in response, which confused him.

  "Rub your clit," he whispered in a raspy voice, filled with arousal. Immediately she starte
d to circle her clitoris with two delicate fingers. He inhaled a deep breath, savoring the scent of her sex, though he knew it was impossible to actually smell her.

  Enraptured, he watched her fingers. Wanting to see how far their connection went, he stretched his hand out and laid it on top of hers. She gasped, as if feeling his touch. Her sea blue eyes darted around the room, as if searching for him.

  He settled down onto the bed beside her while guiding her hand, slowing her pace to prolong her pleasure. He wanted this moment to go on forever. Nathaniel used his other hand to stimulate her nipples, rubbing at the protruding buds with a feather-light touch. Finally he gave in and let her come, quickening the pace until her entire body shuddered atop the mattress. The gaspy little moans she made upon orgasm sent chills through his entire being; he'd never heard anything so sexy before.

  As soon as her orgasm subsided, he was pulled lightning fast back into the water, back into the shark. With an internal groan, he cursed.

  He failed to leave his corporeal body in the following days, though not for the want of trying. He stalked the pier when she was outside, watching her, longing for her while he replayed every delicious moment they were 'together'.

  And then it suddenly happened. Upon another storm, he was able to disconnect from his body and ghost his way into their house. He found her in the kitchen washing dishes at the sink. He came up behind her and whispered suggestively that she pull her skirt up and her panties down.

  With a startled gasp, she looked over her shoulder and he could have sworn that she had seen him. "Do you see me?" he asked, and sighed with frustration when she stared blankly at him.

  He stroked her cheek, then grazed his hand down her shoulder. She tilted her head and he kissed the side of her neck. With a delightful groan, she bunched up her skirt, pooling the fabric around her waist. Seconds later she pulled her panties down to mid-thigh and parted her legs slightly.

  "Beautiful," he uttered as he cupped her ass cheeks. He wasn't sure how much she could feel, but he knew he was having some kind of affect. Her cheeks brightened and her breathing quickened.