“Bullshit! Enough of that cocky bullshit. You’re the king. Your people need you and care about you… I’m sure. Sky does. She thinks highly of you.” Her cheeks were tear soaked, her eyes still held remnants of the panic she must have felt.

He wiped the hair from her face and kissed her eyes. “There was no risk. I can’t drown. Water dragons can breathe underwater.”

“Really? Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me? I was worried sick about you.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m so glad you care so much about me.”

She cleared her throat. “I was worried for your kingdom, that’s all, I hardly know you.”

Torrent couldn’t help but to chuckle, he nuzzled into her neck. “If you say so.”

She melted into him, her breasts mashed up against his chest. He could feel her hard little nipples. His erection came back with a vengeance and he pulled his hips back. “For the record…”

She made a noise of agreement.

“The whole breathing under water thing.” He pulled away so that he could look into her beautiful eyes. “I didn’t tell you because I planned on showing you. There’s a really big tub in my chamber and breathing under water comes in handy.”

Her pupils dilated. Candy licked her lips and squirmed. The scent of her arousal surrounded them like an invisible cloak. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. Just say the word. Do it! Tell me what you want. Please!

Candy pulled away. “I think I’m going to catch some sun.”

Torrent nodded. Disappointment coursed through him. Candy wanted him, he wasn’t sure why she was holding back.

* * *

Two days later…

There was a loud crashing noise. Candy sat up. She sucked in a breath and put her hand to her chest and tried to get her bearings. It was dark. Not quite pitch black. The moon hung low in the sky, surrounded by a billion stars.

She was on a bed. A really big, four-poster bed. Silk sheets pooled around her waist.

“Sorry.” A deep, masculine voice cut through the night. “Did I wake you?” There was a rustling noise of a blanket moving. It came from the floor instead of the couch. It was Torrent.

She sighed softly. “Did you fall off the couch?”

Torrent chuckled. “Yup.”

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, or lack thereof. The moon was about three-quarters full, so it gave off a ton of light.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Of course, yes.” She could hear that he was smiling. “I’m a king, the strongest of all my people. Do you think that such a little fall would harm me?”