I break the kiss first. Not pulling away. Just enough to look at him.
His breathing is uneven. His eyes locked on mine. Focused. Present, but there’s something else there too. Something tighter. Something dangerous in a different way.
“Kael…” I murmur.
“I do not want to stop,” he says.
Honest. Raw. The words send heat through me.
“Then don’t,” I answer softly.
That’s all it takes. Whatever control he was holding onto shifts. Not gone, but no longer holding him back.
His hand tightens at my waist as he pulls me back into him, the kiss returning with more force this time, more need, less restraint. And this time he doesn’t stop.
His lips move with mine. I run my hands up and tangle them in his hair, pulling him closer.
He growls, his hands shifting to my ass, pulling me tighter against him. I feel his girth digging into me, pressing hard as it strains against his loose pants.
The heat of my body is matched by the coolness of his, which seems to absorb as much as I can give.
He moves his hips, thrusting forward, and I groan, wanting more. I grind against him, aching with need, remembering his fingers inside of me.
We move against each other. Panting. Desperate for release. I don’t only want him. I need him.
I break away from his mouth, gasping for air. We stare into one another’s eyes for a moment that feels as brief as a heartbeat and as long as eternity.
There’s a fire burning in his that’s more than desire.
“Treasure,” he growls.
I couldn’t stop my smile if I tried.
“Yes,” I say, nodding as I lower myself to my knees.
I grab the tie of his pants and quickly undo it. When I pull his pants up and over, his cock drops and hits the top of my head. I stare at it in surprise.
I’ve heard all the stories about Zmaj cocks, but hearing and seeing are nowhere near the same. The rolling ridges along the top are fascinating. I take him in my hands and slowly—so slowly—slide up and down.
He shudders as he groans, which in turn makes me groan too. I switch him to one hand and slide my now free hand into my pants.
I stroke myself and him at the same time. I’m so wet my fingers keep slipping in, but they’re not enough. I want more. I want him.
I lick the underside of his shaft, slowly tasting every inch of him. When I reach the head, I open wide and take him in, swirling my tongue around while I furiously rub my clit.
He grunts, pushing forward, forcing himself into my mouth. I open as wide as I can and take it while three fingers slip inside, filling me. Preparing myself for what will be coming.
I tease him. Up, down, around the shaft. Grabbing his balls and squeezing. He grunts, groans, getting closer. When he grabs the back of my head and forces his cock in, I lose it. The orgasm rips through both of us as if it’s shared.
He fills my mouth while my fingers are clamped by spasming muscles. We buck and thrust, then come undone.
It finally passes, and I look up at him, smiling. He stares down with dreamy eyes, his cock slowly softening.
“Good?” I ask.
“Mine,” he says, hooking his hands under my shoulders and lifting me off the sand.
He sets me on my feet, but I barely have time to hold myself upright before he grabs my pants and jerks them down to my feet. I quickly step out of them, tangling only once.
