The merman, my man

Chapter 190

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 190

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 190

There was a window next to the bed. I saw armed soldiers patrolling the ship’s deck next door as I

looked out the window.

‘I have to think of a way to escape. I’ll wait for the soldiers to be at their most exhausted, then think of a

way to escape through this window.”

As I was thinking, I raised my leg and intended to use my heel to kick against the window forcefully. But

my leg felt soft when I raised it. It was as if I was stepping on cotton and could not muster any strength

to raise it.

I suddenly thought of the pin-prick sensation I had felt before passing out. I was most likely injected

with an anesthetic, and right now, the anesthetic hadn’t fully worn off.

“If I follow the usual time needed for anesthetic recovery. I might still need a few more hours to recover

my strength. But I couldn’t possibly wait that long. Who knows when Gary could return! RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

To make the anesthetic fade more quickly, I had to quicken my body’s metabolism either by

excreting urine or sweating out.

*This is awkward. I can’t possibly pee all over myself. I can only choose to sweat it out.

So, I instinctively thought of Dicken. Even though I wouldn’t admit it, thinking of doing certain

things

with him, or lusting after him, was the quickest and most effective way to sweat,

That’s right, lusting after Dicken.

God knows that even though I didn’t want to recall the things I had done with Dicken naked in a

situation like this, that was all I could do at that moment. Physiological stimulation in that situation is the

fastest way to heighten my metabolism and undoubtedly more effective than pain or fear.

I allowed myself to relax, and I lay peacefully on the bed. I then closed my eyes and took in a deep

breath. Finally, I parted my lips as if I were anticipating Dicken’s kiss and waiting for the intrusion of his

tongue.

I imagined Dicken pressing against my body, locking me in with his deep gaze, like locking in prey.

Then, imagery of him using his slippery tongue to sweep around the inside of my mouth, sucking on my

neck and collarbone, began to fill my mind. As I fantasized, my breath gradually

became labored, and my body became warm.

| subconsciously parted my thighs, opening them into an angle that would allow easy access for his tail

to enter between them, imagining its scales rubbing against my inner thigh and then gradually nearing

my sensitive area –

Mayte what Gary said was correct. I really have become addicted to Dicken. And even though i don’t

want to admit it, my body truly desnes his entry.

The area between my thighs became wet very quickly, and sweat gradually moistened my back

What a strugglell need more sweat to come outl Even more than that

I tried my hardest to gather my strength and aimed my legs to kick against the window. But it wouldn’t

work. I still didn’t have enough strength.

My hands were still unable to free themselves from the handcuffs, and I felt both my legs and my hands

tremble. My muscles were reaching, but I was still unable to use loo percent of my strength

“This level of sweat isn’t sufficient. I have to become drenched in sweat as if it was raining, ar as it I

had just finished a loo-meter sprint” I couldn’t help but sigh. It only both of my hands can

move tieely.

Then I can use one of my hands to reach the desired swear level but the worst thing right now is can

only lie there and imagine myself being free.”

“Dicken, ” i closed my eyes once again, calling out the only name that could love me deep inside my

heart. Then I started to remember every intimate moment I had with him, and I even began to imitate

the movement of Dicken violating my body. This gradually increased the sweat level, causing the bed

below me to become wet as well

After forming the connection with Dicken. I didn’t know whether Dicken could feel my emotions at that

moment. But, if he could sense it the state. I was in certainly would have made him fairly

excited.