We sit by the fire again, and I watch Jason work, gutting and descaling the fish he'd caught for our lunch, my gaze snagging on the way his muscles bunch and move with the action.

He notices, of course. With a mischievous smirk, he catches my eye and raises an eyebrow, his expression playful yet knowing. I quickly avert my gaze, pretending to be engrossed in the simple task of poking the fire with a stick.

"What's got your attention, Kitten?" he teases, his voice laced with amusement.

I feign nonchalance, keeping my eyes fixed on the fire. "Nothing worth mentioning," I reply, my voice betraying a hint of curiosity.

A low chuckle escapes him, the sound both captivating and soothing. "You know, it's hard to believe you when I can practically feel your eyes on me."

I look up, my brows furrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

He takes a deliberate step closer, his movements deliberate and filled with a hint of purpose. "You," he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I can feel you watching me."

I scoff, trying to dismiss his words as playful banter. "You're delusional, Jason. I assure you, my eyes have better things to do."

He shakes his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. "No, I'm quite certain. You're watching me, and I can't help but wonder why."

I narrow my eyes, tilting my head to look up at him as he stalks around the fire, his eyes on mine. "What are you insinuating?"

He takes another step, closing the distance between us, until his face is mere inches away from mine. "I think you know," he murmurs, his voice filled with a raw vulnerability.

I shake my head, mouth dry. "I have no idea what you mean."

His head drops back, a laugh bubbling up his throat and past his lips.

A small smile quirks my lips at the sound before he reaches forward, the smell of fish hitting me.

I scramble backwards laughing, "You are not touching me with those hands."

He advances ever closer, the amusement in his face prominent. "What was that? Touching you?"

He dives forward, his knees spraying up sand as he smooths his hand over my own, up my arms and over my face, the stench of fish being left in his wake.

I screech, fighting to escape his hold, laughter escaping me with every movement. "No!"

I rip my arms from his holds, scrambling back and up, bolting.

Jason follows after me, his laughter nipping at my heels like a playful pup.

I burst through the clearing of the lagoon, turning to Jason but he's nowhere to be seen. My eyes sweep the trees, listening for any movement but none is made and I soothe my panic, walking towards the beckoning water.

Removing my clothes, I glance back behind me but still it's silent before I face the front again and walk into the water, the soft flowing waves kissing at my ankles, then my calves and my thighs.

I lower fully in, closing my eyes to the blissful calm of the nature around me.

I spin in a circle, keeping my eyes on the tree line as I wait for Jason to appear, my heart thumping hard in my chest.

A twig snaps to my left and I spin, turning towards it and I can't keep the smile off my face.

"Jason!" I holla, narrowing my eyes. "I know you're out there."

No response comes and I chuckle, moving closer to the shoreline.

Around me, everything stills and I suck in a breathe, feeling as if I'm being watched and I slowly turn my head, looking around the lagoon as everything goes silent.

As if the birds and insects know a predator is in their midst.

My heart thumps for a different reason now, drowning me with trepidation and I move for the edge, readying to push myself out of the water and back on land.

Something wraps around my ankle and pulls me under and a scream lodges in my throat, water splashing up around me.

I twist and turn, before my body bursts from the water again, a deep laugh accompanying me as I splutter, wiping the water from my eyes.

"Jason!" I whack his shoulder, feeling the nerves dispel as he holds me in his arms, his chest shaking with his laughter, eyes twinkling.

"Oi," he mutters when I whack him again, "keep your paws to yourself, kitten. I'm fragile."

"Fragile my ass." I mutter, tightening my hands on his shoulder, nails digging in.

His hands move down, smoothing over my hips and ass. "What a gorgeous ass it is." He judges, ducking to nip my neck.

My hands tighten on him, feeling the heat he elicits in me travel low in my stomach.

He grunts, moving me in his embrace and I loosen my hold, smiling apologetically. "Sorry." I mutter.

He only grins, "You can dig those claws into me anytime, kitten."

I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, his words causing a cascade of emotions to surge within me.

I roll my eyes, "You scared me."

His grin widens, "Sorry." But he doesn't sound sorry at all.

I glare at him, opening my mouth,

Before I can utter a response, Jason's hand cups my cheek, his touch gentle yet electrifying. In that moment, the world around us fades into the background, leaving only the chirp of birds and the sound of the waterfall.

And then, in one swift motion, his lips find mine. The kiss is tentative at first, a gentle exploration of uncharted territory.

I slide further down his body, the water lapping at our skin and sigh into his kiss, my hands moving to clutch at his shoulders like a lifeline.

He moves, his lips tracing a trail from my lips to my neck, sucking at the skin.

My head drops back, exposing more of my neck to him, and he uses it to his advantage, exploring all the sensitive spots along my skin, shivers wracking my body even as the water around us heats.

"Fuck." He murmurs, lifting his head to look at me, eyes heavy lidded and full of want. "How do you do this to me."

I can feel the evidence of his arousal against my hip c hand and begging to be stroked. Before I can slip my fingers around his dick, he captures them, stopping their downward path.

My breathing is ragged, heart thumping in my chest and I lift my other hand, my fingers diving into his wet locks, pushing it out of his face as he watches me, eyes tracing my face as if he needs to memorise it.

"Jason." I say softly, my fingers massaging his scalp. "I want-" I stop, breathe hitching, hesitating.

"What do you want?" He whispers, voice husky and hot.

"I want you." I murmur, trying to fight his grip on my hand so I can take him in my fingers and have him at my mercy.

"Then fucking have me." His hand curls around my head, pulling my lips back to his. He takes control of my body like it's his, pulling moans from my lips, moving us backwards.

My ass hits the smooth surface of a rock and seconds later I'm hoisted onto it, Jason standing between my legs, his fingers steepled into my thighs, keeping my legs spread as he feasts on me with his eyes.

I watch him back, seeing the lust in his face looking between my spread legs before the drag slowly, leisurely up my body to my face where he gives me a smug grin that I only narrow my eyes at.

He pushes a wet strand of hair behind my ear before wrapping his fist in my hair, angling my head up to meet his lips in a searing possessive kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes.

His takes ownership of my lips, sucking and biting with a ferocity that my toes curling in the water, my hands flexing on his kicked, nails digging in with a vengeance.

He huffs a low laugh, moving his head back before swooping back in, running his tongue softly along the seam of my lips before he moves to the side and begins tracing kissing along my neck and collarbone, deep open mouthed kisses that has tingles shooting through me.

I moan, my head dropping to watch as he traces the kisses along my collarbone and décolletage before he looks up at me with a wicked grin, his face right at me nipples.

"Do you remember that night?" His voice is so low, full of heat and smug satisfaction that it takes me a moment to register what he said.

My brows furrow, brain stuck in a haze of lust, too buried to understand what he's trying to say.

"When I had you bent over the bed?" His hands move to my hips, thumbs pushing into the soft flesh of my hips. "Ass up, head down." He chuckles.

Heat envelopes me, wetness flooding to my core and I nod, eyes holding his and watch as he takes a peaked nipple into his mouth, bitting down just enough to cause a flash of pain before he smooths it with his hot mouth, moving downward. He peppers kisses down my midriff, lingering at my naval.

"Do you remember what I promised you?"

I can feel his hot breath against my pussy, the sensation sinking straight into my bones.

"You-" I cut off with a moan as he moves closer, stubble grazing my clit but he doesn't go further and I drop my head, narrowing my eyes at him. He looks up at me, a brow raised towards me, waiting for me to get the words out past the lust filled haze.

He grins, "You can do it. Say the words." He hums, the act of talking has his stubble grazing my pussy again and my hips jerk forward, searching for that contact, seeking it like a moth to a flame.

He pulls back with a hum, "Arden-"

"You want to eat me out." I say the words, rushed and breathless as I remember how he'd said them that night, with his fingers buried so far in my pussy, my cum coating each digit.

He pulls back further, tutting under his breathe. "Is that what I said?"

I groan, closing my legs around his head but he only gives me a devilish grin in return, his hands circling around the outside of my thighs, up and down, up and down.

"You said you wanted my legs wrapped around your head." The words come out rough, thick with desire, my body almost in a fever dream. "To eat me out, have me fuck your face until the taste of me lingers for days."

"Time to make good on my promise."

I gasp as he hoists me up, my thighs resting on his shoulders, his head instantly buried between my legs as he gets to work.

"I want to hear you screaming my name so loud that whoever is out there looking for us will hear it."

My hands fly to his hair, gripping the locks in tight fists and Jason groans, the sound vibrating along my pussy lips and targeting my clit.

"Holy-Jason."

He chuckles and I jerk, pulling on his hair in retaliation.

"Not loud enough, Kitten." He grunts, hands tightening on my hips.

His tongue slides through my folds, finding my clit and sucking it, before he moves further down, nipping and sucking at me like he hasn't eaten in days, his tongue delving deep.

I blink at the thought, I guess it's true. Neither of us has eaten properly in days, weeks.

His fingers knead my flesh as he feasts, tongue swiping and dipping, sucking and twirling around the little bud.

"Fuck." He mutters, talking against my clit and I jerk in his hold, "You taste like my favourite wet dream." He nips my clit, just enough to have my hips jerk up again.

"Jason!" I scream, tugging on his hair in retaliation but he only laughs, the rumble short circuiting my brain.

"Now I need you to fuck my face till I can't breathe."

I pause, looking down at him, "I'm not trying to kill you."

He gives me a heavy-lidded look, "Beg to differ, Kitten." His hands wrap around my thighs, and he pulls me forward, my thighs cushioning his head.

Jason eyes are all dark desire as he looks up at me, lashes wet from the water. "It'll be the sweetest death."

I pull his hair and he laugh huskily, looking up at me with lust filled eyes. "You won't kill me."

I take his word for it, my heart beating double time in my chest as he buries his mouth between my legs again and I use the rock behind me as leverage, my hips grinding against his face.