“Are you okay?” he asked her, looking down. Andi realized that her breathing had slowed to move in time with his touch.
“I’m fine,” she said and bit her lips, trying to breathe like a normal person. She could almost feel herself heating up, hot, hotter, hottest, just like he had been earlier, as a dragon, and the seam of the jeans she’d stolen to wear felt like it was riding up, rubbing against her in an uncomfortably-comfortable way.
Andi wanted him. She’d wanted him since she’d met him in the limousine earlier that night, and she thought he’d wanted her, and finding out who he was hadn’t changed anything.
“I’m fine -- I think,” she repeated.
“Let’s see,” he said, and picked her up without asking and spun her so that she was on slightly higher ground.
She twisted to look down at where the blood had been. There was a raised rash down her ribcage. “It’s red, but not broken –“
He growled, and pulled her deeper again. “More water. We can’t take any chances.”
The way he was looking at her – frustrated, angry, concerned – it made her worried he was mad at her. And then she realized, no, he was actually mad at himself.
“It’s not your fault, Damian.”
His hand stopped, hovering just over her skin, and he swallowed.
“You saved my life,” she went on.
“You never should’ve been in danger.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
He stopped touching her and she ached. “It does,” he protested.
“I wouldn’t have become a nurse if I wasn’t willing to take chances.” She gave him a half-smile. “And I knew the second I got here everything was an incredibly bad idea – but I didn’t run away.”
He gave her a half-smile back, then his eyes narrowed. “Because I was paying you.”
“Well, yeah,” she said and shrugged lightly, breaking into a grin. “But…here I am now. Still.”
“Almost poisoned,” he said.
“Half-naked,” she corrected. “In a completely improbable pond inside a house with an entirely naked man.”
He growled again. “Look,” he started, and she reached up, putting her hand over his lips. It was now or never.
“I may need some more help washing.”
His mouth moved against her palm like he was going to say something stupid and break all their potential – but then his hand reached for her side, and instead of splashing or rubbing, it slid up the bottom of her breast, just like it had earlier that night, and cupped it. She stared up at him, barely daring to breathe, as his other hand reached for her wrist and pulled her hand away from his mouth. His eyes raked over her and for a second she thought she could see something else staring through from behind them then they were his again.
“You may,” he agreed, his voice low, then he suddenly caught her up and pressed her to him. Her legs wound around his chest without thinking and he held her easily by her ass with one hand as the other pulled her to him so that he could reach her breasts with his mouth. He kissed one and then the other as she watched from above, kneading her hands against his neck, making small moans, scratching his scalp and winding her hands in his hair, panting as his tongue ran over her nipples one by one, feeling the hot need in her hips build.
It’d been awhile for her, but she realized if she thought she was hungry – it was as if Damian had been starved. She curled down and reached for his face, hauling it up to see her own. It was her turn now, she needed to taste him – and he let her slide down until her toes barely touched so he could devour her. His lips found hers and his tongue pressed its way inside, one of his hands twining up into her wet hair to keep her still under his onslaught. So much need, so much want – even if she hadn’t been half submerged in water Andi would’ve felt like she was drowning – drowning with him. Her mouth fought his, held its own, and then momentarily won, moving to kiss his jaw, neck, chest – all of him was available to her – she ran one hand across his back, and the other down his chest, feeling all his muscles tense in turn. The wet seam of the jeans was intolerable now and as her hand followed his skin below the water she knew what she would find there. He breathed out hard as her hand encircled his cock, and his hands found the waistband of her jeans and circled it to the front to grab the belt buckle.
“Yes?” he asked softly, one eyebrow high, his jaw dropped. Her heart was fluttering in her chest and she was glad that he was holding her up.
“Oh yes. So much yes,” she answered him. Her hands scrambled to help but were too slow – he had the buckle off and the jeans shoved down in a flash. She kicked them off as his hands found the skin off her ass at last, pulling her up and against him one more time. Her arms laced around his neck, kissing him just as roughly as he kissed her, feeling the throb of his hard-on against the slope of her belly, then reaching for it to swing a leg around him, opening herself for him. He caught her and picked her up, knowing what was about to happen, his hands at her waist, as her legs wrapped around his hips and she arched her own hips forward. She reached a hand between her legs to aim him and then slowly, so slowly, he pulled her onto his cock. She moaned as the head of him entered her, pushing its way in, hard and hot, and felt his breath rush over her as he exhaled at feeling her envelop him. His hands drew her hips closer as his hips rocked up, slowly settling himself inside her. She made small noises as he pushed in, feeling every inch slide home. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her fingers clawing into his shoulders, not trying so much as to hold on as to hold back – she wanted to grind herself against him, she wanted to feel his cock thrust inside.
Damian let out a growl as he buried himself hilt deep. “Andi,” he breathed. “I –“ He started to say something, but Andi kissed him, hard, before he could say anything stupid or wrong – and then she rocked her hips against his. He took it for the permission that it was and started fucking her. His hands took her hips, pulled her up, and then pushed her down, keeping himself inside her, making her feel all his length. Water lapped at the bottom of her breasts with each thrust. She moaned between kisses, his mouth on her jaw, her neck, her ear, as he used her body, as she ground into him, their heat building. He started going faster, holding her still and him thrusting instead, sliding out until he was almost unsheathed, and then plunging back in in a hot rush, filling all of her up, over and over. She pushed a hand down to frantically touch herself, a thing she’d never done in front of any other man – but right now it felt like it didn’t matter – everything about the sex they were having was almost feral, animalistic -- he was totally in control of her body, there was nothing she could pull on or push off of, half-way in the water like she was, suspended by his hands and cock.
She moaned loudly as she began to wind up inside.
“Yes,” he agreed, in a groan. His body was so hot against hers, hotter still where they met, where he was taking her, where she was giving him control – she hadn’t let loose like this before in ages, when being a woman, being a nurse, hell, who was she kidding, just being Andi!, meant always being in control. Only in the past night all that had been ripped away from her – there was no point trying to be in charge when there were magical things you couldn’t even begin to understand – when you were being fucked, solidly, thoroughly, fucked, by a man who was also a dragon.