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She falls beneath the surface and emerges spluttering.
Her eyes widen, and she inhales sharply as the cold makes contact with her.
“What are you doing?” she yells at me.
I say nothing, just watch as she fights to compose herself again.
Her tunic is plastered to her skin, her hair wet and hanging in thick tendrils on her shoulders. She moves her arms through the water, keeping herself afloat, and slowly – slowly – the panic fades.
“Why did you do that?” she asks, this time quieter, more like a whisper.
“You’re covered in blood. You need a bath.” I slip my hand beneath the water and take her arm. When I lift it up, water skims down it, dancing on the surface of her skin, making invisible rivers which flow over the blood that is already fading.
“Are you trying to be funny right now?” She quirks an eyebrow at me. Her strength is returning.
“I am not a funny man,” I reply.
At that, she laughs. A burst of warmth that makes me, despite my better judgement, smile.
I’m still holding her arm.
I move closer to her. My wings are trailing in the water behind me.
With my eyes fixed on hers, I lift her arm to my mouth and kiss the spot below her wrist. I swirl my tongue over the blood, keeping her gaze while I clean it from her skin.
I will never understand how, in an instant, we can go from hating each other to wanting each other.
It happens so suddenly, every time, that I am neither prepared for it or able to stop it.
Alana watches me, not pulling away but not leaning into me either.
When I reach the inside of her elbow, and drag my tongue over the soft skin, she reaches out and pushes her fingers through my hair. Then, sighing, she tilts my face up towards her and kisses me.
Her lips are soft and searching. But then they become furious.
Her legs are around my waist. She’s grabbing the back of my neck, her tongue is caressing mine.
I hold her still for a moment, then I reach up and rip open her tunic.
NINE
Alana
Eldrion tears open my tunic with a force that takes my breath away. It hangs open, exposing my breasts, falling off my shoulder.
He doesn’t move, just stares at me and releases a low growl.
I lean back, deliberately allowing him a better view. He lifts a purposeful finger. It is wet, and when it makes contact with my nipple, a low whimper escapes my lips.
For a long moment, Eldrion simply stares at me and uses his fingers to tease me. He makes circles around my nipple, then wider, not touching it at all, then he squeezes gently. Then, drawing a gasp from my lips, he slaps me with a firm, open palm.
The shock of pain on my breast makes me groan.
I want more.
His eyes flash.
He dips his head to my other breast and draws my nipple into his mouth. He bites a little, causing the same shudder of pain to shake my entire body. I dig my nails into his shoulders. My legs are around his waist and I can feel him stiffening beneath me. I grind my pelvis down onto him and he pulls me closer, growling as if he cannot physically have me close enough.
