Waterfall(31)

“Quite an obsession of his, actually. When his wife died, he tried at first to bring her back.”

“Oh, how dreadful.”

“Yes, it cannot be done, but many otherworldly creatures cannot die and some can perish only by certain weaknesses. Zir fall into the latter category. Our elements can save us.” He swept his hand through the water, and glimmering ripples followed in its wake.

He was the water, but what were they really? They scandalously joined together, and she had no idea what he was or what she was. Gracious. She swallowed hard. They were mates, and he was in the water, wanting to swim.

She had never swum before, and she wanted to. With him. She pushed off the edge and into the water. The warm liquid slid up her skin in pinpricks. Her feet hit the smooth floor, the water lapping below her chin. The white shirt floated up about her in a large circle, exposing her legs, belly and breasts to the water. To him.

His blue eyes filled with the hunger she remembered from the bathtub. She wouldn’t hide herself from him. Heat pushed to her cheeks, and she shivered. He was beautiful. “What are you, Jordan?”

“We have dragon’s blood in our veins. Though that is not all. We are human and something else. Until I found you, only the dragon’s lore of the elements fit us. Now I have experienced other things, like breathing smoke.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he just said. “We know we are fated to mate with one partner for life, and the drive and agony to find that being is unstoppable.” He wrapped his fingers around her bare hip and pulled her body up tightly against him, then stared down at her. “You are mine.”

Her entire body awoke in a shiver of sensation. She swallowed hard. In her soul, those words rang true, but this was all such a fictional tale. “How do you know?”

“To find our mate, we are driven to bite, to drink a female’s blood.”

“Any female?”

“It can be, but we can only bite when our bodies are attracted, when we feel the urge. Well, except for Ilmir. He bites anyone.”

“But you bit me? And I was dying.”

“Yes. I held no faith you would live. All of the females I’ve bitten have died instantly from the poison in my blood. I thought I would spare you the pain of a longer death.” He leaned down and licked the scabs that still resided on her neck. Her body arched against his.

“That has never happened before,” he whispered against her skin, then bit down, reopening the scabs. Pain and pleasure pulsed through her, and her limbs grew limp. She grabbed hold of his biceps, and her legs floated up and wrapped about his hips. He released her flesh from his mouth. “Neither has this.” His hands wrapped about her thighs, and he arched his hips, rubbing his phallus along the slit between her legs. The head of his sex glided along the sensitive spot at the top of her slit, and she cried out.

His fingernails dug into the tender flesh of her bottom, and he bit down again on the marks on her neck. She moaned as the sweet pleasure from her neck rushed to the flesh between her legs and pounded. His phallus parted the lips of her slit, and he slipped inside.

The sensation of him stretching the spot between her legs, rocking in and out with each thrust of his hips, caused the pulsing of her flesh to increase against his thickness in pleasure. A cry burst from inside her, a cat cry with the howl of a wolf. Her hands dug at his back as he sucked her neck harder, pulling her deeper into the abyss.

The water around them swirled and in tiny pricks pierced her skin. She was on fire and wrapped in pleasure nonesuch. He tilted backward, releasing her neck, and kicked his feet out. They floated, her on top of him, still joined between their legs.

He kicked again and moved his body in a wave that pulled his staff out to the head, and then he thrust it back in. The flesh between her thighs continued to contract against his prick, sending ripples up her body. Her nipples ached, and everywhere their bodies touched, she trembled. It was almost too much pleasure. She rode a wave of him that she wanted to crest; she wanted to roll with him into ecstasy.

He shifted his body and tumbled her beneath him in the water. Completely submerged, she felt no fear, only the driving pleasure. He captured her lips, breathing air into her mouth. She struggled against his weight as she sucked the air from his lips. They sank to the bottom of the pool.

He pinned them there, kissing her lips as he thrust harsher, harder and faster. It was all too much.

Her lungs burned. It was as if he sucked the last bit of humanity from her. She needed to breathe, yet she didn’t want this to stop. The crown of his sex clung to the lips of her cunny, and he pushed in and ground his pelvis against her. She struggled against him, and her head grew light. The world hazed, and the pleasure intensified, wrapping her in a cocoon that lightened and lifted them through the water until the surface crested over their heads. He broke the seal of his lips from hers, and she gasped into his mouth, inhaling water, air and the taste of him. He rolled so he was beneath her. “Wrap your arms about me.”