Damon observed Talia who was in the water with him, with her hands around his neck. She was beautiful.
He nudged Talia's nose with his. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes.", she admitted. She always missed him, whenever he was not in touching distance.
Damon's gaze fell on her lips that were slightly parted, obviously waiting for a kiss, and based on Talia's emotions, he knew that she wanted more than a kiss.
The pressure in his groin area was maddening. Just the thought of Talia wanting him was enough to arouse him, and to make things worse, she was right there, in his t-shirt (and a red bikini under it), sticking to him closely.
If this was not a packed beach, he would remove the pesky swimwear and have his way with her right there in the water.
OK. Not exactly there because he would need some leverage for his feet to steady himself, but definitely somewhere nearby.
Damon always had a high libido, but since he met Talia, things were several folds worse. He had two states, aroused and deep inside Talia. There was no third option.
He thought how it was adorable that Talia was completely oblivious to how much he wanted her.
"Kitten…", Damon called in a strained voice. "I know a good spot not far from here. Do you want to see?"
How can Talia not know that he was talking about a spot where they can indulge in carnal pleasures?
Yes, yes, YES! "We have guests. Maybe some other time."
Damon frowned in disapproval. His hand landed low on her back, and he pulled her toward him until her crotch area pressed against his erection.
"Do you feel this, kitten?"
Talia closed her eyes and released a shaky breath. How can she not feel that?
Why the heck were her legs around him and connected at the ankles? When did that happen?
"Damon…", Talia's voice was protesting, but she didn't want to move away from him. "People are watching."
Damon grinned. "That's why I think it's a good idea I show you that spot."
"How far is it?"
Damon couldn't believe that she was considering it. He decided to give her another push. "Just a minute. Come on… no one will notice us missing."
Talia knew he was talking nonsense. How can no one notice them missing? There are thousands of eyes full of jealousy burning holes at the back of Talia's head, but she pushed all those aside. Those women are not important because the man with her was Damon, her mate, and he belonged to her.
Damon could feel that Talia was considering it. "What do you say?"
He moved his hips to grind himself between her legs and Talia dug her fingers into his shoulders.
"OK…"
Damon's cock lurched in response. She was willing!
He was ecstatic because, guests or not, he will get a taste of his mate. Now!
Damon gently held onto her thighs, urging her legs to open, and then he pushed her body to float next to his.
"Hold onto me, kitten."
Damon put her hand onto his shoulder, and when he confirmed that her grip was firm, he swam like never before.
Talia admired the might behind Damon's every stroke. He swam like he was not pulling another person.
At some point, Talia wanted to say that she can swim on her own, but she kept those words to herself because she enjoyed the water taxi service Damon provided.
Damon slowed down when they reached a thick curtain made of willow branches.
He spread the branches to create a path that revealed a small inlet. Their destination.
Talia was nervous. She could still hear the muffled clamor from the beach.
Was Damon really thinking that they should go at it here? Sure, there are dense bushes and more willow trees on each side, but what if someone comes and sees them?
She looked up to see the green tree canopy arching above them, providing shade and privacy from the outside world.
"Do you like it?"
Damon's question made Talia look at him.
He was close, with only his head above the water and those drops gliding down his sculpted cheeks made him exceedingly handsome.
"It's beautiful.", Talia said.
"We should come here in March.", he said. "The catkins bloom and turn everything white. When I was a kid, I would come here with my mom every spring. She loved white but didn't like the cold. If you pretend it's snow, it looks like a winter wonderland."
Talia's heart swelled from the flood of emotions. Were those hers or his? She didn't know, but she knew that it was overwhelming.
Damon rarely spoke about his parents, but whenever he mentioned them, his gaze would be filled with longing and pride and Talia knew that he missed them immensely.
Damon caressed Talia's cheeks with the tips of his fingers. "Before I met you, I wondered if I will ever find a woman with whom I want to share that experience. No matter how many were there, none seemed worthy… except for you, kitten. I want to share my everything with you."
Talia thought that Damon brought her here for a wild session of lovemaking, yet he ended up revealing a part of himself that she wanted to embrace and comfort and never let go.
"I will be honored to come here with you. In March.", she said. And any other time.
It took her a few moments to realize how sharing a tender moment didn't mean they won't get steamy.
Damon pecked her lips once, twice… and then he deepened the kiss.
His hand started roaming her body and he frowned when he felt the damp cloth (aka his t-shirt on her body) that was getting in the way.
Damon didn't bother to remove it nicely, as the fabric gave in quickly when he grabbed it and tugged in opposite directions.
"Does this mean I'm no longer in danger of getting sunburns?", Talia asked while looking at the gray fabric that was stuck on the nearby bush when Damon flicked it on the side.
Damon paused. What sunburns? He needed a moment to remember the lame excuse he came up with in order to cover up her gorgeous body.
"We are in the shade now.", Damon said.
"What about when we get back?"
"You will stick close to me. I will shield you." From the sun and from lecherous eyes.
Before Talia could say anything else, her lips were sealed with Damon's.
Now there was no damp t-shirt in the way, so his hands explored her body without obstruction.
They clung to each other, and Talia was confident that he found solid ground under his feet because her legs were around his waist and they were not drifting randomly.
"Damon…", Talia called breathlessly when she felt him pushing her bikini bottom to the side. "What if someone sees us?"
Damon smirked. Her words spoke about caution, yet her body said otherwise. Did she notice that she was grinding against his cock?
"No one will come here, kitten."
Talia gripped Damon's shoulders while wondering if he discarded his swim trunks because what was pressing at the cradle of her thighs was definitely his erection and there was no fabric between them.
"What if someone hears us?"
He wanted her to have the adrenaline rush due to the possibility of getting caught, but he still assured her, "Do you think I will allow anyone to see or hear you?"
Talia had to agree with this. Her Alpha was taking good care of her, and no matter how cheeky and naughty they were in private, when someone else was around, he treated her like a queen. His queen.
With this, the last speck of Talia's reluctance disappeared, and she gave in to her need to become one with her mate.
Damon's hand landed at the back of her head, and he swallowed her moan that ripped out of her chest when his hard and hot shaft stretched her tender flesh.
By the time Damon was fully sheathed inside Talia, she didn't care if anyone will hear them.
