What began as gentle soon eddied into passion. Elyse gripped Killian, her hands roving over his neck, his shoulders, his back, anywhere she could touch and feel. Her lips parted, and she invited him in with a swipe of her tongue against his teeth. A rumble drew from deep in his chest as his hold on her thigh tightened, a possessive air overcoming him.
She was tugging at his shirt, needing to feel the heat of his body, stark against the chilly waters and the breeze. He obliged her with a wave of his hand, making his shirt disappear.
Elyse let out a small gasp. “That’s a neat trick,” she murmured against his lips as she pressed a palm to his bare chest.
“I learned from the best,” he answered, his voice wholly guttural.
He pressed a kiss to her neck, teeth nipping at thin, tender skin. Elyse snapped her fingers and commanded her own shirt to vanish. The water was scintillating against her breasts, lapping at her nipples, coaxing them to harden. Killian continued to drag his lips along her neck as his hand made its way to her breast. He teased her nipple in slow, torturous circles as Elyse felt a wetness pooling that had nothing to do with the lake water.
Every part of her aching, Elyse commanded her trousers to disappear—along with Killian’s. She could feel the extent of him pressing against her, with nothing more than their undershorts to separate them, made thinner by the water surrounding them. Heat surged through her at the sensation, knowing only a sliver of fabric kept them apart.
Killian wasted no time. He hoisted her up higher so she was straddling his abdomen. His mouth aligned perfectly with her breast, and he sucked at her nipple, drawing his mouth slowly over its peak. His hand went straight between her legs, pulling the fabric aside and sliding his thumb over vulnerable skin. He paused to focus on the topmost portion while his forefinger lingered at her entrance.
“Please,” Elyse begged as she dragged her nails up his back. She needed more, needed him inside her, moving hard and finding his own pleasure. She needed to claim him, again. Forever this time.
Killian slowly slipped a finger inside her, and Elyse rejoiced at the feeling. His finger fluttered, his thumb circling, together working her two most sensitive areas in tandem as if he, too, felt a primal need to claim her.
Elyse squirmed, back arching, her legs writhing. She inched higher and higher up Killian’s abdomen as if she might reach the heavens themselves.
“That’s it.” Killian’s voice was a lure, drawing her toward her ecstasy.
Elyse’s answer was a squeak, a gasp for air, a scream all in one. She lifted her face toward the sky, taking in the stars for a brief moment before her eyes closed and white flashed in her vision.
“Please—don’t stop,” she uttered as her body shook with gratification.
Killian obeyed, his fingers working faster, his other hand gripping her backside with feral delight.
“Whatever you want,” he growled as he leaned forward to kiss the space between her breasts.
Still quivering, she dug her fingertips into Killian’s shoulders. Each wave of pleasure stoked the flames of chaos within her until she was burning, exploding, giving in wholly to the passion and the fear and the yearning. She plunged into oblivion, her mind a collision of light and dark, color and void, until her limbs ceased shaking and she fell into Killian’s hold.
His fingers slowed their movements, and as Elyse came back to herself, that flame of emotions faded to embers. She could feel it inside her still, no more than a smolder. Present but controlled.
Killian lifted his gaze to hers, and she saw the embers there in his golden eyes, the mirror to her own soul. She kissed him as he lowered her down again, and wrapped her arms tight around his neck. As she settled deeper into the water, she came to rest on Killian’s lap. Their lips still entangled, Elyse tugged at the waist of his undershorts, freeing him at last.
Killian’s hand was there helping her, tugging her own shorts aside again and sliding himself against her, and then inside her. The feeling threatened to set Elyse ablaze again, and she bit down on his neck to temper the feeling. Killian grabbed her hips in both hands, domineering yet gentle, as he worked her whole body slowly up and down the length of him.
Elyse, marveled by the considerable difference between the feel of his cock and his fingers, let out a soft moan. Killian’s thumbs pressed harder into her hips, and he pulled her down fiercely, deepening their connection. Elyse gasped at the slight pain, even as her eyes rolled back and she silently thanked the devil for every bit of Killian that was inside her.
She leaned into his body, relishing the feeling of his chest against hers. Killian continued to hoist her up and down with more vigor in each movement. Every thrust was a promise and an answer.
Never again would they hurt one another.
Never again would they be apart.
Never again.
“Touch yourself,” Killian commanded, his voice so low it was nearly inaudible over the water splashing around them. “I want to see you lose it again.”
Elyse wriggled her hand between her body and Killian’s and found her center. One touch to her core was enough to set her shaking again, but she held Killian’s fierce gaze.
In no time, she was clenching, calling out Killian’s name as he maneuvered inside her. He was there with her, meeting his own pleasure as she took hers in waves.
“Fuck,” he growled, even as they continued to shudder together.
Elyse squeezed her arms around him and gripped him tighter with her legs. She wanted to hold on forever, to savor this state of bliss for as long as she could. Killian shivered a few more times as his climax faded, but he continued to cling to her hips.His head fell on Elyse’s shoulder, and his warm, panting breaths caressed her neck.
They stayed with their limbs and hearts woven together for a long while, gently bobbing in the water. Neither seemed to mind that their fingertips withered and pruned, or that the breeze blew goose pimples across their wet skin.
