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I obey, driving deeper while supporting her weight. “You like being fucked in the ocean? Anyone could see what a dirty girl you are.”

Willow moans, her body tightening around me. “I don’t care. I just need you. Need this.”

The water splashes between us as our movements become more urgent. The sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the water, but I can only focus on Willow.

I grip Willow tighter as the warm ocean water swirls around us. Her legs lock around my waist, her body rising and falling with each thrust. The setting sun casts golden light across her wet skin, making her glow like something otherworldly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I tangle one hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. “Taking me so deep out here where anyone could see.”

She moans, her inner walls clenching around me. “Only you get to see me like this. Only you.”

The possessiveness surges through me like wildfire. Mine. All mine.

I drive deeper into her, the water creating resistance that makes every thrust more intense. Willow’s nails dig into my shoulders, drawing blood.

“Mark me,” I command, my voice rough with lust. “Show everyone who I belong to.”

She bites down on my shoulder hard enough to leave an imprint. The pain shoots straight to my cock, making me thrust harder.

“That’s it, pixie. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I shift our position, moving us to where the water is shallower, my feet finding purchase on the sandy bottom. With this leverage, I can drive up into her with more force. Each thrust pulls a desperate cry from her lips.

“Axel, I’m close,” she whimpers. “Please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I slide my hand between our bodies, finding her clit with my thumb. “Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”

Her head falls back, water droplets cascading from her hair as her body tightens around mine. I can feel her starting to pulse, her pussy clenching.

“That’s it,” I encourage, circling her clit faster as I drive into her. “Let go for me.”

Willow’s orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. She cries out my name, her body clamping down on me so tight I see stars. The force of her pleasure triggers my own, and I thrust deep one final time, emptying myself inside her with a guttural groan.

I hold Willow against me as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through both our bodies, the warm water lapping gently around us. The sky has deepened to purple, the first stars appearing like distant witnesses to our connection. She rests her forehead against mine.

“I never thought I’d find peace.” The honesty of my words surprises me. “The voices, the rage—they’ve always been there, driving me. But with you...” I trail off, searching for words.

Willow traces my jawline with her fingertips, her eyes reflecting the emerging stars above us. “With me?”

“With you, I can breathe.” I press my lips to her forehead, tasting salt. “You don’t try to fix me or change me. You just... see me. All of me.”

She smiles, that smile that still makes something in my chest constrict. “And love all of you.”

The word no longer terrifies me like it once did. Love. Such a dangerous thing, yet I’ve surrendered to it completely.

“We’re not normal,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “We never will be.”

“Normal is overrated.” Willow wraps her arms tighter around my neck. “I’d rather have this—us—exactly as we are.”

I look past her at the endless horizon, at the infinity of ocean and sky melting together. For the first time, I’m not running from something or hunting something. I’m simply existing,present in this perfect moment with the one person who quiets the chaos inside me.

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WILLOW

One year later…

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