Chapter 96 - The Private Beach (2) ***

Daryn ended the call without saying anything.

Dawn grabbed his hand and caressed it. "What was it about?" 

"Nothing," he said and looked pensively at the ocean. They walked to the beach as a cool breeze slapped their faces and ruffled their hair. 

Dawn removed her flip-flops and picked in her hands. They walked near the water. There was no one except them. Flag posts marked the property, as far as the eyes could see. A small pergola was built on the right. Across the road, on the other side was a small cottage. "Is that yours?" Dawn asked, pointing towards it. 

"Yes. I bought this place a long time back," he replied pensively. He didn't reveal that he had bought it when he needed to cool off his emotions after he had met her and was in a continuous state of denial of having fallen for a neotide. Those were horrible days. Stopping her, he held her shoulders, buried his face in her neck and smelled her. 

He put his towel on the sand and sat down. Then he pulled Dawn on his lap. They sat there quietly for a while watching the seagulls squawk over the ocean's surface. Lightly tugging her hair, he pulled her face closer to him and their lips met. As his kiss deepened, he rolled over her and pinned her beneath him. He removed her tank top and now she was in her bikini. Daryn kissed her clavicle, her neck and brushed over his lips just beneath her neck making her gasp. Suddenly, he pulled her into a seating position much to her disappointment and said, "I have brought beer with me. Would you like to have it?"

"Sure," She had never tried it before but she was feeling bold. 

He took out two cans from his satchel, opened them and offered her one. Dawn sipped hers and liked it. Soon she drowned the entire can and her cheeks flushed red. "Why aren't you having?" she asked Daryn, who watched her with a raised eyebrow. 

He tilted his head, gave his can to her and said, "Here, have this one too." 

She grabbed it from him and chuckled. "I will become wild if I have that one too." She chugged on its contents. 

"That would be just fine with me because I have something wild and dirty in my mind too, Dawn." 

She put down her drink and gulped. "What?" 

Daryn came closer to her and unbuttoned her jeans. She lifted herself up and he removed it. Then he pulled out his polo. 

Dawn watched his muscular build and touched the tattoo on his chest. The muscles beneath his skin jumped and formed definite lines. She was hoping that he would carry on with his ministrations. He leaned towards her and then cocking his head, he reached behind her to open her satchel and dug out the sunscreen. "First apply this." 

"How did you know I have it?" she said as she turned and removed her hair to bare her back for him. 

"I could smell it Dawn. Besides, all girls love to carry sunscreen when they are on a beach." 

"How sexist."

He sat beside her, opened the tube, squirted out a handful and applied it lightly on her. He started from the top and massaged it until her hips. "We don't need this," he said and opened the strings of her bikini. "Turn over now." 

Dawn got distracted. Her breathing became ragged and she flipped on her back. After removing her bikini top, he massaged more lotion on her stomach and then brought his hands over her breasts. He pressed them lightly and she closed her eyes, arching her back. She was hoping that he would continue when suddenly he said, "Let us swim." 

Dawn bit her lip and said, "Don't you want to apply sunscreen?"

"Nah! I am fine," he said and opened the strings of her bottom. 

She protested, "Daryn, no!" She covered her crotch. 

"It would be lovely to swim without the swimsuits." He said and then pulled out his shorts. 

Dawn's heart was in her mouth when she saw his huge erection that had sprung free. 

"Enjoying the show?" he asked with a lewd smile. She blushed deep.

Both were completely naked. 

He got up and extended his hand to her. Dawn caught it and he pulled her up. He grabbed her, kissed her passionately while caressing her back and pressing his hardness in her. "Let's go!" He held her hand and ran to the water. They swam a few meters inside and saw a wave coming towards them. They dived inside and let the wave pass. Another wave came immediately and they repeated the action. When their heads were up next, Dawn noticed that they had come further into the calm ocean. Surrounded by its cool waters, she felt unbelievably fresh. When was the last she felt this good? Daryn swum to her and embraced her tightly. He was hard and his considerable length grinded against her. She took her hand to his back as she wrapped her legs around him. And the moment she did that, he inserted his cock in her. She gasped and jerked her head back. 

"Kiss me Dawn," he commanded her. 

As if in a trance, she brushed her lips against his and he grabbed her mouth. He sucked on her tongue as their teeth clattered. She held him tightly as he moved his length in and out of her. "Daryn, Daryn, Daryn," she moaned his name and closed her eyes. 

He left her and said, "Come for me baby." His fangs grew and he glossed them with his venom. He wanted to mark her. She was his. "You're mine!" He slammed her harder until she screamed his name. All her muscles clenched and she came around his cock and he filled her. He moaned. 

They were breathless, so connected, as their hearts beat in tandem. He pushed his fangs in and wrapped her in his arms. "I have never felt this alive, Dawn." 

She opened her eyes and dipped her head in his neck smelling his scent mixed with the salty smell of the ocean. "Neither have I." 

They swum for another hour and by the time they were back on the shore, they were tired. Dawn dried herself with a towel and so did he. He didn't allow her to wear her bikini, so she wrapped her towel and took out the snacks from her bag. As they ate, Daryn sat beside her and caressed her thighs.

"Let's go to that cottage," she said pointing at the house across the road. 

Daryn's hand stopped. In a low tone he said, "No. Some other time." How could he say that during those long lonely days and nights, he had clawed and scraped and gnashed almost all the furniture in that cottage? He placed his head in her lap. 

She stroked his hair feeling his despair. She didn't ask anything. Moments later, he pulled her on top of him to make her lie and went off to sleep. She watched the azure waters of the ocean and the birds that dove inside to catch the prey. 

"We have to go back," he said after he woke up. 

"I don't want to," she whined. 

He laughed. "Let's come back next weekend." 

They put on their clothes and walked back to the car after collecting their satchels. 

It was 6PM by the time they reached The Silver Arcade.