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Imber looked at her and he saw Alys. The daredevil who perhaps took a few too many risks, but who wanted the world to see her as someone other than the girl who lived in her father’s shadow.
He touched a finger to the carving and then tapped his claw to her forehead. As if trying to tell her something.
“This is for me?” she curled her hand around it and mimed like she was going to put it in her pocket.
A deep thrum started in his chest. He slid his hand with hers inside her pocket, the backs of his fingers brushing against her hip bone. But then he said something else, his eyes intense. Sliding his hand out of her pocket, he dragged his fingers through her skirts and then flattened his hand above her chest. Above her heart.
As if...
“Is the carving supposed to be me?” she asked. Tapping her hands against her chest, she said, “Alys?”
He touched the carving in her pocket and gently patted his hand over her heart at the same time. “Alys.” Then he said another word. Maybe two, she didn’t know.
All she understood was that he saw her like he saw the sea itself.
A thud made her chest hurt. Then another. Then she realized that something inside of her was screaming to get out, because he saw her like the sea. He saw her as some goddess who hadwalked into his life, a wave that crashed down upon him and he wasn’t afraid of that.
Imber did not fear the wildness in her or the risks she took. He saw her as the mad woman who so many people disliked in her community because of her adventurous personality, and he enjoyed it.
This undine had carved her a message. Her wildness did not scare him, and he admired her for it.
Something snapped inside her. She ripped the mouthpiece off her face and kissed him. She didn’t care that she couldn’t breathe, or that she might not be able to reattach the mouth piece in time. Right now, the risk was worth kissing him.
He stilled at her movement, seemingly surprised at what she was doing. And maybe his people didn’t kiss, but the moment she moved her mouth against his, her tongue sliding against his lips, he seemed to get it.
A low growl rumbled through his chest. Those gills on his ribs rippled against her inner thighs, and then his arms snapped around her. He dragged her tightly against him, almost crushing her against his chest as his lips parted and he devoured her.
Teeth and tongue, licking and biting as he learned the taste of her. The sensation of her mouth against his. Who needed air when she could simply breathe him in?
Eventually, the need to breathe made her entire body spasm. She wanted air, but she also wanted to keep kissing him, and what a cruel world it was that she couldn’t. She wanted to touch him, hold him, make him more hers with every moment.
His claws dug into her thighs, and she could feel the indentations of his hands against her skin. She knew she would have marks there later. That when she was alone later tonight, she would pull her skirts up to see the tiny pinpricks of blood, and it would make her even more excited than she was now. She would...
Again her body spasmed, this time her heart thudding awkwardly in addition as it warned her there were only so many more seconds before she would breathe in water and start to drown.
But then he reached up between them. His hand glided along her side, his fingers skimming over her breast and up her throat. She arched into him, even if it meant that she was taking precious moments away from when she should be slamming that mouth piece over her mouth.
He... pinched her nose?
And then he exhaled.
Oh.
Her lungs filled with air that he breathed into her mouth, and she greedily sucked it down. Every exhale he gave her was a few more moments when she could keep tasting him. Moments when she could dig her own hands into the muscles of his shoulders, leaving the little half moons against his skin as she begged him to keep breathing. To prolong this moment.
She didn’t know how long they kissed. She had no way of knowing the passage of time, only that eventually she had to stop making out with him like a teenager because another loud booming noise echoed through the ocean.
It sounded fairly similar to how he spoke, although it was not a word she was used to hearing. Or perhaps it was another language, but one he understood.
He stiffened underneath her and pulled their lips away. Without even looking at her, he placed her mouthpiece over her face.
Apparently, everything was done. Considering how tense he was underneath her thighs, she had a feeling that was for good reason. Already he’d flicked his tail, moving, so she was clinging to him rather than lying on top of him. They were moving back toward the sub. She struggled to fit the mouth piece over her facecorrectly, and there was some water in it around her chin, but she exhaled the last of the air out of her lungs and gave herself a small bubble from which she could breathe.
“What is it?” she asked, her eyes wide as he handed her up to the top of the sub where she usually entered.
His hands flexed around her waist, and she let herself believe he didn’t want to let her go. Even his gaze said that as he looked at her, those dark eyes conveying so much that she hoped she was reading correctly.
But then he moved to put her inside the sub, and she knew her time was up.
