Chapter Six
"Any questions?" He panted his query, a fascinated smile forming on his lips when he received stunned silence from the mermaid instead of a reply. He gave a huff of a chuckle and licked his lips before answering his own question, "I suppose you have many." He scratched behind his ear awkwardly. "Well let's have them." He encouraged with the crook of his fingers as if beckoning her forward.
She swallowed thickly, her overly heated body still stirring with the intensity of what had just transpired. "What was that and why do I crave more?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as heat began to rise in her cheeks.
"You have such a beautiful flush to your skin." He observed lowly, tracing his knuckle lightly over the rosy flesh of her cheek.
Her eyes closed instinctually as he touched her and she nuzzled against him, reveling in the warmth spreading through her body along with his rich spicy scent.
She should despise him but there was a gentleness in his caress, adoration in his words that drew her in and refused to let go.
"Describe what your feeling." He bid with a smooth husk in his voice, his fingers woven in her blonde locks as he regarded her with his entrancing ocean blue eyes.
"I feel…" She pondered breathily, searching for words amongst the dark masculine features of his face. "I feel as though I'm tethered to you, my body calling out to you. I ache for your touch and when you do touch me I burn and I never wish for it to stop." She described for him, a sense of hunger and desperation illuminating every word that left her lips.
His thumb gazed against her sensual lips, tugging the bottom lip down slightly, his eyes dancing with lust as he whispered, "and we've barely scratched the surface." He cupped her chin in his strong hand before dragging his lips over hers to nip at her bottom lip, barely giving her a taste.
She shuttered, her body tingling with desire at the strange and pleasurable act before another feeling quelled the more dominant one. Her vision began to spot behind her closed eyelids, her skin clammy as she began to grow faint.
"What do you normally dine on?" He inquired, his voice taking on a much richer tone as he brushed the sweaty hair from her forehead.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her entire body began to shake.
He bit down on his bottom lip, his hand tapping against the side of her face, "come on love, what do you eat?"
She shook her head violently in reply indicating she didn't eat anything as she began to choke and gasp for air.
"Listen to me, your body is adjusting to its human state." He explained. "You need food and water. Your body cannot survive without it."
Killian hurriedly tucked himself back into his pants, leaving them unbuttoned as he rushed himself over to the table and retrieved a canteen of water, popping the lid off as he walked back over to her.
Kneeling on the bed before her he tipped her head back and pressed the mouth of the bottle to her dry lips, feeding the liquid down her throat which she gladly swallowed.
"That's it." He encouraged as she eagerly sipped from the container, neither of them noticing the discoloration forming on her legs with every drop that entered her body.
Killian removed the bottle with a relieved smile, some of the water dribbling down her chin as she returned his smile feebly. He dabbed at her chin with his sleeve, effectively cleaning her. "Your human now, your body has needs. It will send you signals and you have to listen to them. Do you understand me?"
She nodded her understanding and he responded with a, "good."
"I'm going to send my surgeon down to have a look at you." He said, his eyes flitting over the gash on her head before he cast them downward and lifted himself from the bed. "He will put you back in order." He informed her.
Adjusting himself in his pants and closing them up loosely, he rounded the table and pulled the half empty bottle of rum before trudging over toward the stairs when he was halted by her voice.
"Wait!"
Killian turned, holding the neck of the bottle against his leg. "What now?" He replied, slightly agitated by her disruption.
"May I have your name?" She requested, a hopeful glint in her eye.
"My name is of little importance to you." He shrugged off her question and took another step forward.
"Please." She pleaded. "I need to know what I am to call you."
"Killian." He said softly, licking his lips. "My name is Killian."