Talia looked around to see that there was a cot at the back of the cave, and protruding rocks were used as shelves made by nature that held some items: a blanket, a few towels, granola bars, cans of beer, and some other things Talia couldn't identify with a quick glance.
"I used to come here when I didn't want to be found, and when I couldn't afford to go somewhere far away.", Damon's voice sounded over the clamor from the waterfall.
Damon got a blanket and swatted it to smack the cot clean. The dust which rose made them both cough.
"It seems you haven't been here for a while.", Talia stated the obvious.
"About a year.", Damon said. He gestured toward the food. "I don't recommend eating those. If you like it here, we can get snacks for next time. We can make this our private hideaway. No one knows about this place. Not even Caden."
Talia's heart swelled at the thought that this place was their secret, and suddenly she thought how it was cozy. As long as she was with Damon, any place was welcoming.
Talia peeled the wet t-shirt off her body and flung it to hang on one rock that was sticking out from the wall. She enjoyed the way Damon observed her every move and the way his fingers twitched told her that he was eager to touch her.
She walked to Damon and snaked her arms around his waist. "I am hungry now. Is there something else you can offer me as a snack?"
Damon chuckled when he realized that she was talking about him. "Snack away, kitten. I am all yours."
"I would prefer if you eat me up.", she said cheekily. "Make love to me, Damon. Make me forget about everything beyond what's in this cave."
Damon hummed lowly and Talia threw her head back when his palms started moving over her sides.
Damon's head dipped so he can kiss his mark on her neck. It was still pinkish, yet to form completely, and he wondered if he would need to bite her again. He never heard of mates needing to bite more than once for the mark to form fully, but his first bite didn't show at all, and this one looked like a light hickey with a vague pattern around it. This pointed to the possibility that if he bites her again, his mark will intensify.
Talia moaned when his tongue moved over her neck, amplifying the sensation of his fingers teasing her flesh expertly. Damon's touch ignited the sparks that awakened every cell in her body, and it made her soul sing in search of his.
Damon lifted her up like she weighs nothing and placed her gently to lay on the cot.
Talia grabbed his sweatpants with urgency and tugged them down. Once her arms couldn't reach further because Damon was on top of her, she hooked her toes on the waistband and pulled the damp fabric all the way down.
Damon kept his weight on his elbows and observed her with amusement.
"Are you eager to feel me, kitten?"
She had no intention of denying it. She needed him and she knew he could smell her arousal. "Yes."
Damon licked his lips slowly. "From where should I start?"
Talia lifted her hips to grind herself on his erection. "Please… I want to feel you. We can do the rest later."
His half-smirk told her that was not going to happen.
"Patience, kitten", he drawled, and his breath splashed on her ear. "Let me worship you. I will make you come until you can't form a coherent thought."
Talia felt a wave of heat converging at her core. His words were scandalous, but what turned her on the most was that she knew he meant it, and she knew that he was capable of making it happen.
Damon Blake was not only outrageously handsome Alpha, but he knew how to please a woman, and he was her mate. Only hers.
Talia shut her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his fingers caressing secret spots on her flesh, his lips that kissed and sucked all the right places, and his heat and strength… but the best part was that it was all wrapped in the emotions they shared through their mate bond.
Love. Trust. Admiration. Lust. Devotion.
It was all in there, pulling them closer with every heartbeat.
Damon took his time arranging kisses over her body, and by the time he unlatched himself from her left breast, Talia felt like she was floating.
"Ahh…", a lustful gasp escaped her lips when he kissed her right in the center of her drenched flower that was aching for his touch.
She looked down to see that her body was low on the cot, her butt nearly hanging down from it. When did that happen?
Damon was kneeling on the ground and holding onto her thighs to ensure she keeps her legs spread wide. His face was buried at the cradle of her thighs and his intense gaze didn't leave her eyes as his tongue moved over her clit in mighty strokes.
He enjoyed watching Talia's flushed face between her breasts which were rising and falling vigorously as she desperately inhaled much-needed air.
'I love to see you like that, kitten', Damon spoke into her mind while licking and sucking her down there. 'That's it… Let it out… Feel what I'm doing… Let your mate take good care of you…' And he had every intention of taking good care of her.
The fact that Talia laid there naked for Damon to feast on was the proof that she trusted him completely and that only made him love her more. She was powerful and kind and shy and beautiful, and she allowed him to touch her everywhere.
And right there, as he sucked on her clit, Damon knew that her mind was being emptied from anything that was weighing on it as the only thing she could focus on were the two of them and him caressing her sweet spots.
"Damon… Damon…", she chanted his name wantonly while fisting his hair, as he pushed her closer to rapture with every stroke of his tongue.
He listened to her gasps and wild heartbeats, knowing that she was almost there.
Talia's cry was stuck in her throat when her body arched as the orgasm hit her full force and she saw stars in front of her closed eyes.
She thought that Damon will cease his ministrations, but he had no such intentions as he gripped her hips and held her in place while greedily licking every drop of the citrusy-sweet nectar her body released.
"Da… Dam…", she tried to tell him to stop because she was on the verge of passing out, but she couldn't get enough air to form a word. 'Damon! Please…', she switched to mind-link.
'Just a bit more… bear with it…', he responded, and Talia's mind blanked out when he increased the pace and intensity.
Every stroke of his tongue delivered another dose of cataclysmic sensation that made her whole body shudder in ecstasy and didn't allow her to come down from her high.
Was he really set on killing her? The waterfall murder failed, so he will give her death by sex?
Maybe that was not a bad way to go.
