Theo manhandles my body beneath the water, and I grind my teeth together to keep in the scream lodged in my throat. He grabs my outer thighs and wraps my legs around his waist. My eyes fly open, and my mouth parts. No clothes... on meorhim. Oh Idols.
“I’m going to give your mind something else to focus on,” Theo rumbles as he strides toward the edge. My back hits the smooth stone, and I’m grateful it’s not sharp crystals that push against my flesh. My hands wrap around his head, and I tug him down to meet my lips.
He groans the moment our mouths touch. Yes, this makes the pain more manageable.More, please.He chuckles as he pulls back, and the unbearable pain filters through again. “Don’t stop,” I plead. “It helps.”
He blows out a steady breath. “If it gets too much, you promise to tell me?”
I nod. “Please, Theo. It helps distract me.”
He drags his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m heading for Blazes anyway,” he mutters. “May as well enjoy the ride.”
His mouth descends on mine, and he pushes his tongue past my lips, flicking his tongue against mine in a testing caress thatsends shivers down my spine and makes heat pool between my legs. My body moves against his in an ancient dance that’s built inside of us all. I moan low as my core brushes against his huge erection.
He grabs my hips and pins me against the wall. I cry out in frustration instead of pain. “You need to keep your injuries below the water,” he tells me as his thumbs rub small circles on my hip bones.
I glance down, and my eyebrows raise as I take in my wounds, which look weeks old. The healer or the water’s intervention? “I seem well enough,” I whisper, tightening my hold around his neck to draw him back.
He cocks a brow. “Does it still hurt?”
“Only when you stop kissing me.”
His lips twitch. “Meaning you haven’t healed yet. Stay below the water, or I’ll stop.”
My eyes narrow. He’s blackmailing me into remaining here, but I can’t be too angry about it.
He waits, but I’m not interested in playing this game of capon. “Fine,” I agree. There’s a lot we can do with me still below the water. “But you need to make it worth it.”
He presses his lips together to contain his laugh. He thinks I’m joking? I’m two tempos away from climbing my dragon like a tree. An enormous tree, because my dragon is huge.
Theo’s hand wraps in my tangled curls, and his eyes shimmer with gold before settling back to green. “You are taunting my beast, Daphne. Don’t.”
“He doesn’t scare me,” I breathe.
Theo’s mouth skims my bared throat and down my shoulder before clamping his teeth into my flesh. It’s not enough to break the skin, but a jolt of pleasure makes everything inside me clench, bringing my awareness to the fact I am painfully empty.
“Fuck,” he grumbles. “You like my teeth on you?”
“Yes. But I need them elsewhere. It’s not enough, Theo.”
Whatever control he is clinging to snaps, and his mouth dips, drawing my nipple into his mouth. His gaze never leaves mine while he sucks hard. My back bows, but his hand on my hip keeps me from seeking the friction I need. I cry out into the vast crystal cave and beg the Idols for release.
Theo releases my heavy breast by dragging his teeth over my nipple. “No Idols, Daphne. I’m the only one you should beg right now.”
I buck against his hold, catching him by surprise. He stumbles back a step and curses. His eyes flash once more, and his hands wrap under my butt, his mouth descending on the throbbing ache between my legs. He pushes me down beneath the water, submerging his head and following me down. I tug on his hair, but he ignores me. He’s going to drown. His tongue sets a relentless rhythm inside of me, and I fly toward that cliff so fast I can’t catch my breath.
“Theo,” I whimper as a war rages in my veins between wanting him to finish what he started and stopping altogether. He wouldn’t stay down there longer than he could cope with, right?
I groan and drop my head back as he slides a finger inside of me. Everything clenches, and I squirm. It’s not his fingers I need.
“Please,” I beg.
He jerks his head up from the water, eyes wild with desire that mirrors my own. “What are you begging for?”
“You,” I whisper.
“You have me,” he reminds me as he pins me to the wall with his enormous body. My legs wrap around his waist, and I move against him.
“I need this part of you,” I point out.
