“I am serious about the Dagger of Drakmir.” Kellan’s breath gusted over her forehead, softly disturbing the curls and tickling her skin.
“Perhaps you are,” she murmured, pressing herself closer into his warmth.
She loved the feel of his naked skin against her flesh. He felt like a slab of stone left under the sun for days indeed. Hard and warm everywhere, dear Triton, she loved rubbing naked breasts into his chest.
He grunted and pulled her by the nape, his mouth sweeping down for a torrid kiss.
“You should have kept your dress on,” he groaned against her lips, his hand cupping her left breast.
“You tore my dress, Kel–” She gasped when he squeezed the swollen mound.
“Hmm...that I did.” He toyed with the bruised tip, his fingers rubbing and rolling the angry bud.
She draped her leg across his hip and pulled him tighter into her lower body. “Are you sure you don’t want to go all the way?”
He gave her a feral grin before kissing her hard and fast. “No, my decision still stands.”
She rolled her eyes but he only laughed, his arms pulling her closer to his warmth.
Sighing, she buried her face into the crook of his shoulder. He was as stable as the Atlantic sky. Furious and dark one moment, cheery and sunny the next. He could definitely pass for a water creature with the volatility of his temperament. But he was an earth creature, alright. There was stability in him, a secure warmth that reminded her of solid earth.
Her limbs felt like lead after contracting and shuddering from too much explosive releases. But her blood hummed with satisfaction. They pleasured each other endlessly for the last couple of hours, and though they had not done the deed, the last couple of hours were far better than most of her complete sexual escapades.
Too bad he had to live after the final dose of kiss.
“I am serious about the dagger, Nym,” he repeated, his fingers tracing patterns across her naked back, sending shivers of heat crawling over her skin. “It could permanently allow you to travel anywhere you want to go. It could help give you the life you want to live.”
Her eyes remained close. “What exactly do you suggest? I leave my lair and search the dagger with you?”
“Yes.” He said with so much certainty she couldn’t help laughing.
She pulled herself away from his arms, but they tightened around her, anchoring her to his solid warmth. She fixed him a frosty glare.
“That is fantasy, Kellan.”
Those strange eyes darkened and hardened once again. “What have you got to lose? Would rather spend another century of your life this way? Why not at least try to do something about it?”
“You know nothing about my life!”
He gave a dry stare as if to tell her, really? You want to deny you’re bored to death?
Oh, she really wanted to burst one of his blood vessels.
“Fine,” she spat. “So maybe living in this lair is not the most exciting way to spend eternity—“
“A huge understatement.”
“Silence! But perhaps we should back to the problem that I can’t stay away long from the Ocean?”
“You can’t stay away long from the Ocean, but you can leave it for a certain amount of time. You can take energy from other bodies of water for the meantime.”
