A soft hiss escaped clenched teeth as her hair was pulled, immediately urging her upward from where she had happily been splayed across the rocks. The hiss, perhaps more of an answer to her husband’s questions that she originally meant it to be, was followed by a low, throaty laugh when he asked if she was his wild cat, her body arching into his own as her salt-licked skin brushed against his own in an intimate caress. Although her time with Eirene had always been affectionate, playful even one could argue, Daphne had never been so bold, so impatiently needful in her actions. The brush of her nipples against his chest earned a moan hushed by the crashing sea, the glide of his length against her skin sent a shiver racing up her spine, and when he finally pulled her to where he wanted her, her hands found his shoulders and clung tightly, trembling against him.<br/><br/>“Orion, please,” she whimpered, his whispered words doing nothing to diminish or fully satisfy the slickness increasing between her thighs. Her arms slipped around his broad shoulders, allowing her to trail her nails up his back before burrowing into the wealth of hair atop his head. She wanted to lean into him, to pepper kisses down the strong line of his neck and nibble at his shoulders. All of it was too much, too quick, too sudden but truth be told she wasn’t sure she would have it any other way. The very murmur of his voice was a seductive promise that played havoc on her body just as it made her heart pound in a way no other man had managed to do.