“Well, that’s it,” the selkie said. “You have my skin, you hold my life in your hands. I am yours… hunted, caught, and won. But though you will feel my heat beneath you and around you, though I will be warm beside you in the bed, though my heart may one day burn with love for you, you will find no satisfaction in my kisses, which shall always and forever feel like cold fish against your lips.”
“That’s okay,” the fisherman said. “I learned to like sushi for my last wife’s sake.”
Just a quick typo note – there should be a closing quote at the end of this.