There was a hint of humor in her tone, but when she continued, Decan knew just how serious she was.
“Actually, I’m the woman who wants more. I want what we should all have without fighting or compromise. It’s an intense feeling, one that I’ve always known I would act on…damn the consequences.”
“Damn them, huh?” Decan asked and laced his fingers with hers, holding on as if he thought with her admission she might swim far away from him.
She turned then, just slightly so that water sloshed over part of her face.
“We should not be prisoners, hiding underground to appease a world of fools who are too afraid to realize that man and animal have co-existed for a very long time,” she told him.
“They’ve co-existed as man being the ruler and animal—”
“Being smart enough to let man think he’s ruling them, but still commanding our space and killing man when he reached beyond our boundaries,” she continued his statement.
Decan couldn’t help but smile because she thought a lot of the same things he did.
“This is dangerous,” he said after a time.
“Being above ground where the humans that hunt us might easily come upon us,” she said and then shrugged. “I guess it is. But it’s also living.”
Again, Decan agreed.
“I was referring to this thing between us,” he added.
She stilled.
“I shouldn’t want you,” he admitted. “But I do.”
“Okay,” she whispered and let him pull her toward him. “I guess I’m not supposed to want to be touched by a lion. But I do.”
And touch her he did.
Decan found her other hand, lacing his fingers through hers as her body aligned with his beneath the water. At first he held her hands under the water, then he lifted them until her arms were above her head, her head tilted back slightly.
“I like touching you,” he whispered. “Far too much.”
His fingers slid slowly down the length of her upstretched arms, gliding along her soft skin similar to the way rivulets of water had as well. When he continued down, keeping his fingers only on her, touching the curve of her breasts, she let her arms fall down, hands going to his shoulders.
“It is a delicious temptation,” she said. “One I never imagined existed.”
“The things I want to do to you will probably surpass your imagination as well,” he admitted as he cupped her breasts.
The weight of them in his hands was intoxicating and Decan wanted to close his eyes and simply continue touching her. But he knew that wasn’t a good idea.
“Try me,” she told him and leaned in closer to kiss his shoulder.
Her tongue moved in circles over his skin, her fingers gripping him tighter. This belonged to him. Her touch, the soft whisper of her words, the warmth of her tongue, it was all his. Decan knew this because it felt more right than anything he’d ever thought would in his life.
“You’re…this isn’t… we can’t,” he finally managed, the words ragged in his throat.
She paused and looked up at him. “Not one thought I’ve had since I was fifteen was what it should have been. I know who I am and what was expected of me. But I also know what I want.”
She kissed his chest, moving from one hardened nipple to the other, taking the tight buds between her teeth and biting down until Decan could do nothing but let his head lull back and groan. She was acting like a woman who knew what she wanted. Regardless of the facts—she was the Assembly Leader’s daughter and eleven years younger than him. Her mouth was hot on his skin, her nails scraping along the insatiable creature resting just beneath the surface.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” Decan continued as the struggle became harder.
Hebecame harder. The moment she wrapped a leg around his waist and rubbed her bare center against the length of his arousal.
“It’s okay, Decan,” she whispered and lowered a hand between them to grasp his cock, rubbing him along her swollen folds. “I’m not looking for a joining or anything so permanent. I believe in fate and things happening for a reason. You were selected to bring me here,” she continued, gasping when the crest of his cock rubbed over the tight bud of her clit. “You were selected to bring me…pleasure.”