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Koenraad pulled away from her, briefly, to discard his sopping clothes, then his arms were around her, pulling her to him as he walked backward into the crashing surf.
Until that moment, she hadn’t appreciated what the storm was doing to the ocean. The waves were huge, terrifying, and she gasped as one slammed into them.
She wanted to run the other direction.
“We’re crazy,” Koenraad murmured. Her wet hair clung to her bare skin, and he carefully moved the soaked tresses away from her face so he could kiss her neck.
“It’s really dark,” she said. The water was like liquid shadow, like an enormous blanket someone was violently shaking.
“I can see you,” he said as he pulled her further into the enraged water. “And you’re gorgeous.”
A huge wave rolled in.
Koenraad took the brunt of the strike, but where it did hit her—her fingers, one hip—it smarted, and she gasped because it was cold.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as a huge wave lifted them both. Koenraad could no longer touch the bottom, she was sure.
She wasn’t worried that something bad would happen, but she couldn’t help the fear that ran down her skin like electric chills. She would never be as comfortable in the water as Koenraad was. Not unless she had his ability to swim and breathe underwater.
The current was strong, and persistent, too. It wrenched her limbs, and it occurred to her that while Koenraad would never let her drown, if the water ripped her out of his arms and carried her away—
“Relax,” Koenraad said. Paradoxically, his grip tightened.
“It’s so…” she started. It was hard to breathe because gusts of wind seemed to be trying to suffocate her. When she started to speak again, salty water flooded into her mouth. She spit it out.
“We’re going under the surface,” Koenraad said.
She stiffened. They’d mated underwater the first time, but that had been in a perfectly calm lake, the surface smooth as glass.
She pulled her head back and looked around, but she couldn’t see the shore, couldn’t see the lights of the house.
“Monroe.”
Her eyes focused on the outline of Koenraad’s face. He was all she could see, and that was enough.
“Take a deep breath for me and hold it.” He said it so calmly that she didn’t suspect an enormous wave was about to crash over them until it hit.
Then, she realized, he was pulling her down lower.
She shook her head. She wasn’t ready. She needed more time to acclimate to this.
What the hell had she been thinking? Koenraad thought coming out here was a bad idea. Did that mean he wasn’t sure he could keep her safe?
She was burning through her oxygen; the air in her chest was starting to sting.
Koenraad’s mouth covered hers, but she wasn’t ready; she couldn’t take more air until she breathed out what she already had.
But he pulled it from her.
He knew. He knew everything. He could smell her fear, her joy, her arousal. He could sense the trembling of her muscles. He knew.
She was safe with him.
As her lungs filled, she became aware of his powerful legs working the water, bending it to his will. Her thighs, she realized suddenly, were clamped around his waist, and she forced herself to ease up a bit.
Koenraad squeezed her knees back to their previous positions. He wanted her to grip him, and she was happy to do it.
He continued to breathe for her, and her panic gave way to, well, not relaxation exactly, but now she could appreciate the rough stiffness she felt pressing into the undersides of her thighs.
She wanted to reach a hand down, to grasp his hot length in her palm. Hot lengths . Two cocks.
She’d seen them many times, but it was still something that brought her up short. Right now, that was far more astonishing than the fact that she was submerged with him and he was breathing for her.
Apparently, normal was relative. Maybe, with time, it wouldn’t feel like magic anymore.
But
Koenraad pulled away from her, briefly, to discard his sopping clothes, then his arms were around her, pulling her to him as he walked backward into the crashing surf.
Until that moment, she hadn’t appreciated what the storm was doing to the ocean. The waves were huge, terrifying, and she gasped as one slammed into them.
She wanted to run the other direction.
“We’re crazy,” Koenraad murmured. Her wet hair clung to her bare skin, and he carefully moved the soaked tresses away from her face so he could kiss her neck.
“It’s really dark,” she said. The water was like liquid shadow, like an enormous blanket someone was violently shaking.
“I can see you,” he said as he pulled her further into the enraged water. “And you’re gorgeous.”
A huge wave rolled in.
Koenraad took the brunt of the strike, but where it did hit her—her fingers, one hip—it smarted, and she gasped because it was cold.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as a huge wave lifted them both. Koenraad could no longer touch the bottom, she was sure.
She wasn’t worried that something bad would happen, but she couldn’t help the fear that ran down her skin like electric chills. She would never be as comfortable in the water as Koenraad was. Not unless she had his ability to swim and breathe underwater.
The current was strong, and persistent, too. It wrenched her limbs, and it occurred to her that while Koenraad would never let her drown, if the water ripped her out of his arms and carried her away—
“Relax,” Koenraad said. Paradoxically, his grip tightened.
“It’s so…” she started. It was hard to breathe because gusts of wind seemed to be trying to suffocate her. When she started to speak again, salty water flooded into her mouth. She spit it out.
“We’re going under the surface,” Koenraad said.
She stiffened. They’d mated underwater the first time, but that had been in a perfectly calm lake, the surface smooth as glass.
She pulled her head back and looked around, but she couldn’t see the shore, couldn’t see the lights of the house.
“Monroe.”
Her eyes focused on the outline of Koenraad’s face. He was all she could see, and that was enough.
“Take a deep breath for me and hold it.” He said it so calmly that she didn’t suspect an enormous wave was about to crash over them until it hit.
Then, she realized, he was pulling her down lower.
She shook her head. She wasn’t ready. She needed more time to acclimate to this.
What the hell had she been thinking? Koenraad thought coming out here was a bad idea. Did that mean he wasn’t sure he could keep her safe?
She was burning through her oxygen; the air in her chest was starting to sting.
Koenraad’s mouth covered hers, but she wasn’t ready; she couldn’t take more air until she breathed out what she already had.
But he pulled it from her.
He knew. He knew everything. He could smell her fear, her joy, her arousal. He could sense the trembling of her muscles. He knew.
She was safe with him.
As her lungs filled, she became aware of his powerful legs working the water, bending it to his will. Her thighs, she realized suddenly, were clamped around his waist, and she forced herself to ease up a bit.
Koenraad squeezed her knees back to their previous positions. He wanted her to grip him, and she was happy to do it.
He continued to breathe for her, and her panic gave way to, well, not relaxation exactly, but now she could appreciate the rough stiffness she felt pressing into the undersides of her thighs.
She wanted to reach a hand down, to grasp his hot length in her palm. Hot lengths . Two cocks.
She’d seen them many times, but it was still something that brought her up short. Right now, that was far more astonishing than the fact that she was submerged with him and he was breathing for her.
Apparently, normal was relative. Maybe, with time, it wouldn’t feel like magic anymore.
But
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