Sink With Me

I try to speak but I’m quickly cut off as he twists my body pushing my face to the glass and takes my underwear into his fist, yanking hard enough the snap from my body. I’d be pissed if I was able to think logically but I can’t. Not when the cool air hits the slick heat trailing my thighs.

“Who were you made for?” He purrs, dragging the head of his cock through my folds. I whimper. The sunset creates a beautiful glow across the vast ocean. For once there’s not a cloud in the sky to block it. His hand curls into my hair making my scalp scream as he presses my face harder into the clear casing.

“You.” I breathe out. It’s true. Everything that makes me mind, body, and soul belongs to him. It always will and somewhere deep down I believe it always has.

“Good girl.”

The praise goes straight to my core. My thighs clench but he spreads me wider by kicking my feet apart. I want to stay focused on the gorgeous scenery but my vision crosses as he sinks into my pulsating cunt with one fluid thrust. Rolling his hips I can feel every inch so deep inside I’m almost convinced we couldn’t get any closer unless he sewed his skin to mine. My toes curl into the cold metal floor and my nails dig into the steel wall.

“Caspian.” I whine. I need to feel more. The longer I sit full of his cock the harder it is to breathe. My skin feels as if it’s been kissed by fire. It’s so sensitive that the lightest brush of his lips between my shoulder blade has my knees trembling threatening to give out below me.

“I love the way you say my name. Such a little siren.”

I push my ass back unwilling to lose too much of him at once. My teeth sink into my bottom lips as his palm comes down on the flesh making it ripple. I’ll never get tired of the pain he causes especially when it’s morphed into pure pleasure. His fingers trace the welt as he slams back in again.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so well, love. You’re going to take every drop, aren’t you?”

He pulls my head back until it’s pressed against his shoulder, biting and sucking at my skin like it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever tasted. What would be a beautiful view is blurred as black spots start to fog my vision. Each brutal thrust hits that spot that has my lips parting and my thighs trembling. Lewd sounds of his skin slapping mine and his incoherent curses with my husky moans fill the confined space. Every muscle in my abdomen pulls taunt, threatening to snap.

“I swear if you stop, I’ll fucking kill you.” I whimper. The asshole chuckles, slowing his pace, and shallowly rocks only allowing his tip to slide in and out of my weeping core.

“Is that a promise?” He murmurs darkly. I nod my head, growing frustrated with the way he holds me at the edge refusing to push me over.

“Good thing I want to die by your hands.”

His teeth sink into my shoulder hard enough to make me cry out his name at the same time as he buries himself back in. His fingers trail against my sensitive skin until they’re flicking against my swollen clit.

“You’re sick.”

“And you’re twisted.”

My muscles tense so I stand on my toes as every nerve ending comes to life sparking and sending electric currents through my body. I cry out his name loud enough my throat goes dry and my orgasm crashes into me like each wave that rocks the boat. Caspian grunts turn into primal growls with my name falling off his lips like a recited prayer. For a moment everything is still my mind is blank and my fingers buzz.

Heavy breaths wash down my skin, with what sounds like a quiet ‘come here’.

My body falls onto the soft sheets bringing everything back into focus. Deep green eyes hover above mine holding me captive until my breathing starts to steady. I hate him so much I love him. His hair sticks to his head with a thin layer of sweat and his grin turns into a crooked smile showing the white of his teeth, crinkling his eyes.

“I think I love you.” I say, finally finding my voice. The bed dips under his weight, hovering his mouth above mine.

“I know I love you.” He murmurs into one of those soft kisses that has my heart melting and my body relaxing.

“You’re trying to get the last word.” I tease lightly, pulling my head back to rest it against the pillow. He slides between my legs, resting most of his body weight on his elbows.

“It sounds like you’re the one trying to get the last word, little siren.”

My laugh is breathless, but I hope it carries everything I’m feeling: happiness, contentment, and love. I run my fingers through the back of his hair earning a soft sigh. His head falls and rests against my own.

“Say you’ll stay.” I whisper as I slide my fingers to the column of his neck tracing the small scar. The moon bounces off the water, creating rippling light in the room. I always hoped for love like my parents. I never expected to find it in the person I was determined to despise.

Where is home?

Right here.

“I’ve already told you, little siren. I’m never letting you go.”

Date: 9-2-2025

Time: 1125