“Thank you, Mr Gregory,” I reply.
“Let’s look around, I’ve only seen the photos online,” Korbin says as we continue on. I nod, resting my head on his shoulder as we walk around. The yacht has an entire glass level, with three sofas, a bar, and other normal things spread around. It’s all shiny, new, and stunning. There are doors that lead outside to the front of the yacht, where you can look over the ocean. Korbin walks down a set of stairs, and I follow, my mouth dropping open at the room below. The entire bottom of the room is glass, so you can see underneath with the bright lights in the four corners of the room. There’s a table, with bowls of covered up food on it, but I just about notice as the yacht moves.
“This is incredible,” I say, moving around the room as we begin to see fish swimming below the glass. Korbin lies down on the floor, looking down, and I chuckle before lying next to him. It’s a good idea, really.
“It’s kind of like you’re floating through the water,” I say, “it’s so beautiful,” I whisper, and look over to see Korbin staring at me.
“So are you,” he says, reaching for my hand, and linking our fingers together. We don’t say much more as we watch the fish and the sea for a long time, until the yacht slows down. Although every time I point something out, Korbin is never looking, his eyes are always on me instead. I don’t know why, but the idea that I’m more fascinating than the beautiful sight in front of me is scary. Not scary because of him, but because of what is happening between us isn’t just nothing. It’s something special, and something like this could break the curse.
“We should eat,” Korbin suggests, jumping up in one smooth, sexy movement, and holding a hand out for me. I grab his hand, getting up as I clear my throat.
“It’s hot in here,” I comment, taking off my leather jacket. It doesn't really help, as it's not the temperature, but rather Korbin that's making me hot. Korbin takes his coat off at the same time as I do, watching me for something. It’s almost like he knows what I’m thinking, but he doesn’t call me out on it like he could do.
“Here,” he takes mine from me, and goes to hang them on a hook near the staircase. I lift the lids on some of the plates, seeing a range of sea food, and a chocolate desert that makes my mouth water from just one glance. I sit down as Korbin gets back to the table.
“I hope you like seafood, I should have asked before we came,” he says as he takes his seat on the other side of the table.
“I love seafood. Jace couldn’t stand the smell of it, so I never had it often,” I say, mentally laughing at the scrunched-up face he used to make when it was anywhere near him. I miss him, but his memory seems to drift further away everyday.
“Who is Jace?” Korbin asks as he picks up his knife and fork to begin eating.
“My ex-boyfriend, he died a few years ago,” I say, even though it feels like it was just yesterday that I found him dead.
“I’m sorry, I truly am,” he says, reaching across to hold my hand.
“I can’t eat with one hand, you know?” I tease him, trying to lighten the mood a little, and needing the subject change. It’s not that I don’t want to talk about Jace with him, but just not this Korbin who can’t really understand my anger or need for revenge. And it would all be a lie, I can’t tell him how he died, and I don’t want to lie to him any more than I must. It doesn’t feel right.
“Yes, you can, watch,” he grins and throws a chip in the air, catching it perfectly with his mouth.
“Not all of us are that good. If I tried that, I’d end up poking my eye out with the chip and we would be in A&E,” I say, and he laughs, letting go of my hand. We eat our food, occasionally commenting on how amazing it all tastes, though I still try to keep my eyes away from him as much as possible. This date is feeling too real, too much. Some slow, romantic music starts playing just as we finish, making Korbin laugh.
“So, the music is working again, and perfect timing. Would you like to dance?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I mumble and he gets up, holding a hand out for me. I can’t really say no when he looks at me like that, despite how dangerous this is. I place my hand in his, and get out of the seat, walking away from the table a little. Korbin pulls me close to him, with hands on my waist, and I slide my arms around his neck as I look up.
“I had this dream, that I was watching you dance with someone else in a red dress. All I wanted was to dance with you, hold you, but I couldn’t for some reason. That dream keeps running through my mind, almost as much as your blue eyes do,” he admits, making my heart pound. He is dreaming about the night I danced with Thorne at the mating ceremony, meaning he is starting to remember something. I wonder if any of the others are having dreams.
“Some people say dreams are our deepest wishes, that they could even be true,” I reply, and he chuckles, taking my hand and spinning me around, before pulling me back to him.
“I don’t know about wishes, but desires, yes. Dreams are definitely our deepest desires,” he says, leaving me breathless as I can’t look away from him. Korbin leans down, taking my lips with his when I’m not expecting it. But I can’t stop the reaction I have the moment our lips meet. The kiss is deep, passionate, and perfect. Groaning when I pull him closer, Korbin lifts me up by my ass, and I lock my legs around him.
“Kor,” I moan, when he kisses down my jaw, getting to my neck and sucking, making me want him so much.
“Isola,” he whispers, pulling back, his thumbs rubbing circles on my ass where he holds me to him. I slide my hands into his hair, and any hesitation he had is gone as he slams his lips into mine, lowering us to the floor. I should tell him to stop as he pushes my dress up around my waist, but I can't, I don't want to stop. Pulling the top of my dress and bra down, Korbin exposes my breast and flicks his tongue over my nipple. I moan, and in response his hand drags my underwear down my legs slowly, until I can kick them off. He slides his hand up my leg ever so slowly, teasing me as he leaves my breast to kiss me again.
“Doll, stop me,” he almost begs.
“I can’t, and I’m on protection. I don’t want to stop,” I breathe out, not lying about the protection, but female dragons can’t get pregnant unless they are in heat, and that only happens once a year.
“Doll,” his deep gravelly voice whispers next to my ear as he slips a finger inside me. I moan, just as he moves his hand, each movement getting me so close to the edge.
“Damn…you’re tight,” he groans, moving his finger out of me and making me miss it already. I hear him undo his trousers, the sound of his zipper coming down making me desperate for him as I lie down on the floor, and he follows after me. I don’t have to wait long as Korbin moves his body over mine, sliding inside me with one long stroke. I feel a slight coldness of a piercing I can feel on him, shocking me a little, but it's so pleasurable that I don’t care after a second. He looks down at me, buried inside me, and pushes a hand into my hair.
“Mine,” he growls, and his eyes turn completely black, his dragon taking over. I moan as he starts slamming into me harder and faster.
“Mine,” I moan back, my dragon agreeing with me as Korbin picks up speed with my words. I push him over onto his back, seeing his surprised look, and knowing he let me take control. I grab his shoulders as I ride him, his fingers gripping my hips tightly as I drive myself to the brink.
“I’m close Kor,” I moan out, my words barely making any sense. Kor sits up, taking my nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue, and that’s all I need. I come hard, and a few thrusts later he finishes inside me, grabbing my hips hard as he bites down on my shoulder.
“Damn, I didn’t expect,” he pants out, and I kiss his cheek, as he turns to look at me.