Page 41 of Dragon's Flame
“Of course you can,” she said, shaking her head, before walking closer to him.
“You are safer in the cave. You should go back there.”
“Yeah, about that,” she said, taking off the jacket she’d put back on, and kicking out of the rest of her clothes. “You may not have noticed, but I’m not really great at following directions,” she went on, then came for the water’s edge. When it splashed her ankles, she yipped, but didn’t stop walking.
The water was cold, and he knew he should yell at her to go wait for him by the fire, but the remaining sunlight was beaming at her now, too, draping itself around her like a cloak—and she was breathtaking.
“Okay, I’m coming out to get you,” she announced, and then plunged in, swimming strongly, before coming up with a hissing gasp. “This is fucking freezing!” she said, paddling herself out to be with him. “And—I’m sorry. Not for everything, but for that last bit. It was cruel.”
“It was,” he agreed.
“Can we go back now? Please?”
He kicked himself over to be near her. “No.”
Her eyebrows rose. “I thought you were overly concerned with my wellbeing? Like—in this instance, trust me, I want you to be.”
“My people swim in seas colder than this.”
“How?” she sputtered.
“Come here,” he said, taking her waist in his hands.
She felt the heat he was emanating at once, and instantly became clingy, pressing her whole body against him. “Oh, God, you’re like a radiator,” she panted in his ear.
He wound his arms around her, running them up and down her, to make her warm, and then started pushing his magic through the water around her, raising the temperature of the sea directly around them up, feeling her relax.
“Okay,” she said. “This is a slight improvement.”
Her head was tucked against his chest, and they bobbed together through one slow long wave after another.
She’d apologized. She was trying. And he knew his interest in her was not one sided. He reached up to pull one long lock of hair off her shoulder, lacing it behind her ear.
“I know how to heat you more,” he said, then let her go and disappeared.
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KENNA
Kenna panicked immediately.
“Tarian?” she called out, whirling in a circle. “Tarian?”
It was dark out, and she’d lost track of the shore.
“It’s not funny,” she said, her voice arcing up—until she felt something entirely unexpected—two very masculine hands between her thighs. She fought on instinct, and then she let herself be spread and felt his lips against her clit.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she muttered, staring down, into the dark of the night-colored sea.
Thumbs pulled her open, and his tongue rolled against her, and she stopped trying to swim. If he wanted her, he could have her, as long as he didn’t drown them both. She just ran her fingers through his hair.
“Oh,” she sighed, as he started licking the place she’d just held him. “I’m still mad at you,” she said, from safely above the water line, hoping he couldn’t hear her fully. “But”—she moaned as his tongue pushed in—“oh, that’s good. Oh,” she whispered, rocking her hips forward without thinking.
His mouth followed her as his thumbs pressed in to stroke her walls, and she was warm now, not just from where they touched, but from where things were heating up within, in her low belly, where all her blood was rushing, ready to pleasurably tense and release again.
“Tarian,” she whispered, and then he put his shoulders beneath her thighs—his lips sucked, his tongue teased—and then strong fingers pushed inside. “Oh God, oh—” She whined as she began to curl, pulling her hips against his motions up, feeling him hit the one spot that couldn’t be ignored. His chin ground into the front of her pussy, his tongue flickered on her clit, and Kenna knew she was about to have the kind of orgasm that would destroy her.
“Tarian!” she cried out, this time hoping he could hear as her thighs clenched around him. He fought for control, running his tongue beneath her hood and shoving fingers desperately inside her as she rocked. “Tarian—God—Tarian!” she shouted, and rode him through, coming harder than she ever had before. After that was just incoherent shouts and moans, until everything was too much all at once and she started to let go.
