Falling in Love with the King of Beasts

RETH

Mouth still devouring her breast, Reth inhaled deeply and decided Elia tasted like honey and love. He was struck dumb, marveling that she was his. And he would show her—demonstrate to her that she need never fear that he would lose his appetite for her. That she was, to him, the only dish of which he would never tire.

She must have been holding her breath since that gasp, because it came out in a rush when he reached around to hold her ass and position her with his grip, rocking, sliding, seeking that delicious friction between them that always made her melt, praying she wasn't still too tense, or afraid.

He never wanted her to be afraid.

Then she sucked in again and tilted her hips and he found her, nudging at her core. The temptation to plunge into her was overwhelming. But it was too soon—

"Please, Reth!" she gasped raising her head to meeting his eyes, her mouth half open and lower lip slack. "Please."

He measured her gaze for only half a second, before cupping her head in one hand and whispering, "Hold onto me."

Weaving her fingers behind his neck, she nodded.

He opened his mouth over hers as he entered her slowly, his whole body shaking with the anticipation of finally having her again. He'd meant to kiss her, to connect them completely. But the jagged wave of pleasure that rolled over him threatened to steal his control completely.

Groaning her name, his lips barely touching hers, he pressed in slowly, feeling every inch until she'd taken him and gasped his name again. She was a drug in his veins. His entire body shuddering as he drew out, then thrust again, both their voices rising in gasping cries.

"Creator's Light!" Reth hissed, his fingers digging into her hips, praying he didn't hurt her.

"Oh, Reth," she cried, leaning back so the angle changed and they both groaned again.

Unable to resist, Reth opened his eyes and sat back slightly to take her in.

The one lantern was behind him, but it reflected off the water, outlining her in sparkling gold as she arched back until her hair splayed in the water, tendrils floating and curling as if were alive.

Mouth open, her breasts were pressed up out of the water because she was still clinging to his neck, hanging from him.

"Let go, Love," he rasped, bracing one hand at her lower back and using the other to trace the line from her chin all the way down her neck, to the beautiful gap between her breasts. "I've got you, let go."

With a small sigh, she released his neck and eased fully into the water, floating as he held her, thrusting slowly, rolling into her, panting.

Her lashes fluttered on her cheeks, and her mouth eased open and closed in time with their joining. Her breasts were floating, and it was perhaps the most erotic picture he'd ever seen.

With another groan, he folded forward, his hand flattened at her back, to take one nipple in his mouth, sucking as he plunged into her again.

One small hand slapped at his back and she gripped his shoulder, his neck, pulled him closer as her cries rose, higher and higher, until he had to grit his teeth against his own orgasm.

Then she was clenching around him and Reth shuddered again, willing his body not to end this yet—he wasn't ready! He needed more, more of her, more of them together, more of this time with no one and nothing on his mind except her beauty and her gorgeous desire for him.

"Reth… RETH!" she cried and came apart in his arms, her body shaking and jerking, fingers digging into the back of his neck, fisting in his hair as her cries rose over the sound of the waterfall and Reth fought not to lose himself.

*****

ELIA

The orgasm rocked her to her toes. She arched harder, her body tensing like she'd been electrified.

She called Reth's name as the world tunneled, until nothing existed but his skin, his lips, the smell of him, and the gorgeous sensation of the water rippling against her skin in time with their rolling together.

Her body twitched, jagged sparks fizzing in her veins as she slid down that wave of pleasure back into his arms, sucking in a deep breath and her eyes flying wide. Grabbing at him, pressing into him, she threw both arms around his neck and clung on, expecting to watch him fall over his own cliff, but, shaking and panting, he opened his mouth on the side of her neck and kept thrusting slowly… slowly.

"Oh, Reth," she said in a small, shaking voice.

He didn't speak, but brought both hands up to take her face and kiss her, groaning into her mouth.

Her body still fizzed, jerking when he reached her limits and her nerves lit up again. But as she returned to herself, her body loose and skin prickling, it became clear that Reth wasn't done yet.

Still rolling together, he pulled back to meet her eyes, his tight, but glowing in the dim light, his eyes searching hers.

"You are… the most beautiful thing… I've ever seen," he gasped.

Water rippled around them, the tiny waves rolling away from them in concentric circles to break against the sides of the pool. And Elia found something growing with her that she'd never felt before.

As she caught her breath—and her eyes rested on her mate—something powerful surged within her, and her beast roared. She fisted his hair in both hands and pulled him into a kiss, deep and searching, her breath holding, then breaking at the peak of each of his thrusts.

"I… Reth… I still want you," she growled. "More."

She felt his smile in the kiss and when she broke it to look at him, he'd levered up one eyebrow, grinning at her with a lopsided smile.

"If you insist," he said, his voice so deep and gruff she felt it on her skin.