Page 59 of Fangs for the Memories
He goes first, making a track through the knee deep snow, and I follow, my heart beating with excitement as we pass the first stinky pool. The water inside is crystal clear, and I see how the rock has been smoothed to provide a number of underwater shelves to sit on.
At the alcove, Ferenc takes my bag from me and looks inside.
“What do we have here?”
“Towels and snacks,” I respond. “I’m wearing my swimsuit.”
The look I get from him is one of complete feral hunger.
“Snacks? I’m not sure I’m going to need those,” he rasps. “Not when I have you to snack on.”
I stare at him for a beat, shrug off my coat, and pull my dress over my head before kicking off my boots.
“Last one inisa rotten egg!” I shout at him, racing through the snow to the nearest pool, ready to take a jump into it.
But my progress is caught very short by a strong arm around my waist.
“Wait, kedves,” Ferenc murmurs in my ear. “The pools are supposed to stay the same temperature all year round, but I need to check as occasionally the temperature increases due to what is going on beneath our feet.”
He releases me and stands me in the area which is clear of snow and, as I discover, warm underfoot as he stalks past, completely naked and completely delectable, to the pool, crouching down and slowly putting his hand in the water.
Then he topples forwards into it, making me yelp in surprise before I wade in after him.
The water stings me as I go. It’s hot, hot as bathwater, and to my chilled skin, it feels like needles. As soon as I’m deep enough, I duck my entire body down under the surface, and Ferenc pops up next to me, with a huge grin on his face.
“Miss me?” he asks.
I slide my hand over his chest, up his neck, and onto his cheek, gazing into his eyes. Those beautiful dark orbs which soften at my touch.
Then I continue at lighting speed onto the top of his head, pushing him down hard under the water again with a laugh.
It is, however, no laughing matter when, rather than surfacing, he instead pushes his head between my thighs and nuzzles at my pussy, albeit covered by my swimming gear.
When he comes up again, he breaches the water like the predator he is, making me release a short pant of breath.
“These pools were used for mating, many decades ago.”
“In the water?”
Ferenc’s nostrils flare.
“Everywhere,” he rasps. “And as we’re alone, you can take off your swimwear.”
“And what if someone in Pest has a pair of binoculars?” I laugh.
“I will tear their eyes out for looking,” Ferenc says.
I don’t think he’s joking.
Grace
He slips a finger under one of my straps and lifts it from my shoulder, then the other one follows suit until he has exposed my breasts. Ferenc growls under his breath as he traces over my nipples with a clawed hand, the tight peaks growing under his touch.
“Of course, in winter months, mating had to take place in the water,” he murmurs. “Or both parties might freeze.”
His hands trail down my body, his eyes fixed on where they are going which is to pull my suit further down until it is off and I am naked in his hands.
“I’d love to feast on you, kedves,” he murmurs, “but I fear either I would drown or you would become an icicle.”
