Chapter Nine
Olivia took Jacques hand, moving closer, and laid it upon her aching breast. She kissed him tenderly, his other arm wrapping around her waist. With a curse under his breath, he took over her lips, claiming them in a searing kiss.
As charming as it was for him to go all gentlemen-like on her, it excited her to see the dragon side of him coming to life. His eyes glowed with their thin dragon slit pupils.
Never dreaming she could seduce a man, she flung her arms around him welcoming his embrace.
He broke off their kiss, his forehead to hers. His hand still on her breast, toying with the tight bud of her nipple, kneading the soft mound as a desperate ache for his touch blossomed over her flesh.
“Princess,” he whispered. “I…of all the things… I didn’t come here to seduce you.”
Her body thrumming and trembling from his brief attentions, she tugged him toward the steaming pool. “No, but I did.”
Her sudden admission shocked even herself. She took a step back toward the ledge of the hot springs. Warm water engulfed her toes, then her ankles until she stood knee deep waiting for him to join her. Standing there naked, her hand on his arm she lured him closer.
Sheer pleasure as she’d never known, enveloped her as she sank to her breast in the hot spring pool. Heat surrounded her, thousands of little volcanic bubbles rose up from under her feet and tickled between her legs. Unable to suppress the sensations of the heat and the churning of the waters, she released Jacques. Resting her head back and parting her legs she moaned.
A moment later, she found Jacques fully emerged in the warm abyss beside her. Not so deep, for when Jacques stood the waters lapped mid-chest. “You’re a wicked temptress, you know that Olivia Haralamb.”
“Oh yes indeed.” Her amused laugh turned into a squeal as he yanked her to him. She clung to him, weightless in the steaming pool.
His mouth melding to hers. She felt his arousal rising, pressing, between them where it bumped provocatively against her thighs.
Jacques kissed his way down her throat and Olivia leaned back granting him further access. She cried out as his hot mouth suckled one nipple then the other.
Before she knew it, she’d become dizzy with heat and desire.
His lips traced a line of hot kisses back up her neck, along the arched column of where her pulse lay in the tender curve of her shoulder. He nuzzled aside the wet tendrils of her hair. She felt the pinch of his teeth on her shoulder as she reached down into the water, wrapping her hand around his girth, stroking him. Jacques sucked in hard, his sex thick and responsive to her touch.
“Does this mean you accept me as your mate?”
She knew she was about to do the unthinkable. Her father warned her about dragons. Humans and dragons had no place living together. He was wrong.
Wrapped up in unrestrained passion and a deep-rooted desire to become more with this dragon, Olivia knew she’d fallen for him.
From that moment on the ferry when he placed her shoe on her foot, to meeting back up with him on the island, it had been destiny. “Mark me, Jacques. Take me for your mate.”
“If we do this, there is no going back, Princess.” He gritted his teeth, his hips jerking towards her as she continued to pump her hand up and down his length.
“I don’t ever want to go back.”
His lips formed into a sly, sexy grin. Nothing felt as incredible as his mouth over hers. His tongue stroking, coaxing her to forget about anything and everything, except him. Sliding her hands up and wrapping her arms around his neck, he lifted her legs. Jacques wrapped them around his waist.
Olivia moaned as the tip of his arousal brushed against the wet gate of her secret garden. Squeezing her legs, she drew him in closer. He bent his head, devouring her cries with his mouth as he pressed past the gate and entered the core of her garden.
Deep inside her, her sex clenched and ached.
It took her a moment to realize he wasn’t moving. “What are you waiting for?”
Glowing, passion hazed, dragon eyes blinked at her. “Are you okay?”
She ran her hand down the side of his face. By the furrows of his brow she could tell he cared if he hurt her. When he started to withdrawal her heart hammered in her chest. “Is that all? You’re just gonna plunder my garden and leave?”
His low chuckle caused his chest to brush against her nipples and tighten. “On the contra, Princess, you gave me the key back inside.”
Water splashed over her breast with the motion of his hips thrusting back inside her. She laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes, as the head of his cock slammed against a spot inside her she never knew she had.
Her fingers dug into his back, cling to him as her muscles started to coil tighter and tighter.
“Jacques,” she rasped.
He kissed the side of her face, but he didn’t stop rocking, thrusting. She bit into his shoulder as she came, crying out her release. She felt her muscles aching and pulsing around him.
He nuzzled her neck, murmured, “My turn.”
She met him thrust for thrust, arching back in the water. His teeth grazed across her shoulder, nipping, kissing, licking. One arm around her waist and the other supporting the back of her neck.
“Olivia…” He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder. “I need to…” he trailed off, his teeth biting into her shoulder as she gripped him tighter.
Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, she surrendered her body to him.