The Dawsons

Chapter 1 - A Touch So Wicked

Sicily, Calatabiano; July 1949

Tritan waited in the sea, his head barely above the calm rhythm of the waves, the light of the moon faintly shining over his long, blonde hair. He looked beneath the surface of the water, down at his extended, scaly, golden fin and wished things were different. Tritan stared up at the castle on top of the large hill with anticipation, the hairs on the nape of his neck standing on end. When he heard someone coming, he quickly sunk further down into the sea.

A beautiful young woman stepped onto the chilled sand, soft beneath her small feet, walking off the stoned path that led back up to the castle she lived in. Her silky, white hair flew in waves behind her, and Tritan forgot how to breathe. The woman was trembling in the cold of night as she approached a cave, sheltered beneath the hill. Tritan was oblivious to anything around him except for the warm, crystal blue eyes of the girl he loved nervously making her way toward him.

Tritan blinked in the moonlight and shivered with desire. He had wanted Samantha ever since he'd reached puberty and couldn't help but think what it would be like to make love to her. He shook his head and banished the thought. Tritan would never disrespect Samantha and her parents' decision that she should keep her virginity until she was married. Even though many times he had thought of making love to her, Samantha meant a lot more to him than words could say, and Tritan would never do anything to jeopardise their relationship. When he was around her, he couldn't think straight and would often say or do the wrong things. His heart swelled at her loving gaze.

Even though Samantha was freezing, the cold was the last thing on her mind. She had been thinking about one certain thing all day, and the thought of it made her want to sing with happiness but also die with fear. She had spoken to Tritan about it on their last encounter and couldn't get it out of her head. They had spoken about love, making love; they had come too close when they were together last. Samantha melted with arousal just by the thought of it, going red in the cheeks. They had said it could never happen, not while they were together in secret, not while they were not wed. But Samantha couldn't take the longing and physical pain she saw in Tritan's sea-green eyes. She could tell he needed her, just as much as she needed him.

When Samantha was close enough, Tritan brushed his hand over his fin, and a magical, pale blue liquid rushed out of his hands and over his scaled tale. His fin instantly started to pull down the middle, scales turning into a gel and sucking into Tritan's golden skin as his separated fin formed into two strong, male legs. The golden colour in Tritan's skin paled to an olive shade. Tritan walked steadily out of the water, drying instantly. He waved his hands down over his thighs, and he was suddenly wearing golden breaches. Tritan started for Samantha, and when he reached her, he drew her against his heaving, broad chest, wrapping his warm, muscled arms around her tight waist. Samantha heated up instantly, and all her nerves disappeared. He softly caressed her lower back with one large hand and pulled her closer with the other. Tritan kissed her neck gently and whispered, "My love, it has been too long."

"Yes, it has," Samantha almost moaned in reply, taking in his fresh scent of salt and sea. It had been almost two weeks since they had been together, and their time apart was unbearable. Tritan pulled them apart rapidly and cupped her face in his hands; he couldn't help but stare at her beauty, her full lips teasing him. "Kiss me, Tritan." She sighed, and it sounded like a plea on her lips. Tritan didn't hesitate. When their lips touched, it was like static had struck them. Samantha's cheeks turned red, and their breathing became heavy. Tritan was quaking with the painful intensity of his hunger, and Samantha knew he needed more than what she was giving. Tritan's member hardened beneath his breaches, and he pressed up against her stomach. Samantha gasped and pushed him away.

"I am sorry," Tritan panted sincerely. Turning his back on her, he started into the cave. Inside, he waved his hand over a small pile of wood that had been laid out inside a circle made of rocks, and a fire immediately burned in the corner. In the centre of the small cave was a picnic blanket spread out across the cold floor. A bunch of roses were sunk into a vase and positioned at the back wall; a box of Samantha's favourite chocolates lay beside it. Samantha stared, teary at the beautiful sight in front of her before entering the cave. When she reached Tritan she looked down at him where he sat on the blanket, his strong, long legs crossed.