Third a Kiss

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

Not until she obeyed me.

The humidity levels were unbearable today, even while walking the distance here, shirtless with just my suit trousers on, I’d begged for refreshing water to lower my body temperature.

I didn’t know if I ran hotter because of her.

That’s a lie.

I knew that was why.

I mean…fucking look at her.

She stood on the shore, absolutely fucking naked. She’d slipped her dress off when I’d yanked off my trousers and walked bare assed into the crystal blue pool at the bottom of Nirvana. The white noise of water tumbling from the moss-covered rocks drowned out any hint that anyone else lived on my shores.

It was just me and her.

Alone.

Tiny rainbows danced in the pockets of sunlight, catching droplets and waterfall spritz. Jewelled dragonflies darted around my legs, snacking on microscopic bugs disrupted by my wading. An iridescent purple kingfisher sat on the flax bush, eyeing up the dragonflies.

A circle of life where predator and prey lived in paradise.

I’d become a predator if Eleanor didn’t get into the goddamn water.

I was rock fucking hard.

My balls ached to release. My stomach couldn’t stop clenching. My heart thundered in tune to the heavy waterfall.

I fisted myself, groaning loudly. “You’ve got two seconds to get your ass in here. Otherwise, I’m coming to get you, and I won’t be gentle.”

Her grey eyes flashed as my voice tugged her forward. A leash of words, imprisoning us together with the promise of what would happen the moment she joined me in the pool.

“I saw a Komodo dragon slip in there when you passed out after elixir.” She shuddered. “It was giant, Sully.”

“It also has shark-like teeth with venom that can kill a person within hours of a bite.” I pinched the tip of my cock, staving off the rampaging lust in my blood. “Get in the water, Jinx.”

She backed up. “You expect me to swim after telling me that? Swim with something that can kill me?”

“It won’t kill you.”

“How do you know?”

I rolled my eyes, doing my best not to laugh. I understood her fear. It stemmed from a biological need to manage risk. However, she should know me enough by now to understand that when it came to animals…they weren’t what they seemed.

I had an agreement with them.

A binding contract that they entered into when I welcomed them on my shores. It took a hell of a lot of strength, but I stopped playing with myself and held out my hand. “There isn’t just one dragon that lives around this waterfall. There are four…that I know of. There might be more now if they’ve paired up and bred.”

She blanched, scowling at my open hand, waiting for her to take it. “That’s not helping.”

I softened my tone. “Each one is well fed. They never go hungry. The two I rescued are disabled…not that that prevents them from anything. One is missing a leg, the other half a tail. Both hurt by fishing trawlers just off my coast. The other two are wild but have learned through the other’s actions that I am off-limits. That you are off-limits. That it makes no sense to attack the hand that feeds them.”

I strode through the water, wincing as my cock throbbed with each step. “The only danger you’re in, Eleanor, is from me. I can promise they won’t bite and maul you, but I can’t say the same for me.”

Water splashed around my legs as I climbed onto the shore and snatched her around the middle. Not giving her any warning, I scooped her off her feet and into my arms, bridal style. Her breasts jiggled as she clung to my shoulders. Her sticky flesh was a fucking aphrodisiac to my already out of control desire.

Holding her tight, I sought her lips and kissed her. I held nothing back. I bit her bottom lip; I stuck my tongue in her mouth. I plunged inside her, wishing it was my cock and not just my tongue.

She moaned, swept away by my urgent need for her, completely oblivious as I waded back into the waterfall and sank beneath the surface.

Her mouth opened wide as water crashed over our heads, submerging us mid-kiss. I held her tight as she squirmed for air, keeping her in the quiet serenity of liquid for another swipe of my tongue, sharing oxygen, life, lust.

Pushing off from the bottom, I held her head above the water, laughing as she swatted hair from her eyes and spluttered dramatically.

“You’re acting as if I drowned you.”

She glowered. “A little warning would’ve been nice.”

“I did give you warning.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “I told you to get your ass in the water. Otherwise—”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” She slapped my chest, sending water splashing. Her lips twitched, fighting off a smile.

I laughed harder, relishing in the freedom such a sound brought. Despite my shock that I was capable of such a thing, I was still uncomfortable with the sickly sweet sensation of happiness gushing through my veins.

Instinct told me to run from it. That within the sparkling brightness of joy, I would find the worst pain I’d ever been subjected to. But the other part of me…the risk taker and suicidal idiot just begging for a mate said fuck it.

I wanted to laugh.

I wanted to be free.

I want her and I’m fucking keeping her.

“I can be a pain in your ass.” I smirked. “Or…I can give you pleasure…depending on what you deserve.”

“I deserve a vow in writing that a damn Komodo dragon isn’t about to nibble on my toes.”

“They’re pretty delicious-looking toes.”

“Oh, please don’t tell me you have a foot fetish.”

“I have a you fetish.”

She blushed. “I think I broke you. I don’t recognise this Sully.”

“That’s ’cause you killed the old one.” I nuzzled her wet hair. “It’s okay, though. He was a cunt anyway.”

“Yet I fell in love with him, despite his cunty behaviour.”

“You poor, unfortunate soul.”

“Yep.” She nodded sagely. “I’m doomed.”

“Doomed for life.”

“Purgatory with a beast.”

“A beast who will nibble on your toes.” I laughed, drowning in this newfound sarcasm between us. Sarcasm not dripping in peril and foreboding but light-hearted fun.

Shit.

I’m…having fun.

My smile fell at the wonder of it. My laughter stopped at the shock of it.

I never thought I’d be happy.

That I could switch from the blackness of my everyday world and somehow find so much light just because of her.

All playfulness and teasing bled out of me, leaving the quaking need to fill her. To plunge my body into hers and never fucking let her go.

She gasped as I opened my arms, relinquishing her to the water’s embrace. “Come with me.” I struck off into a crawl, slicing through the refreshing coolness, heading directly toward the splashing, crashing waterfall.

I didn’t look back.

She’d follow.

She had to.

Her refusal would be unthinkable at this point.

My hard-on made it difficult to swim, the gush of water taunting me to find a different kind of wetness. A wetness I’d find the moment I fucked Eleanor.