Page 102 of Chain Me

“Not yet,” I command, withdrawing my hand. She whimpers at the loss, but I'm already freeing myself from my shorts.

I want to feel every tremor of your release while buried deep inside you,” I tell her, my voice a ragged whisper against her skin. “There's nothing like watching you shatter while your cunt grips my cock.”

I spin her around in one fluid motion, the water swirling around us as she faces me. Without hesitation, I grip her thighs and lift her, the water making her weightless in my arms.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I command, my voice rough with need.

She obeys immediately, her thighs clamping around my hips as her arms circle my neck.

“God, you're beautiful,kiska,” I breathe, taking in her flushed face and the way her wet hair frames her features. “My wife. Mine.”

“Yours,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Always yours.”

I line myself up with her entrance, feeling her slick warmth beckoning me. Then I slam inside her in one devastating thrust, burying myself to the hilt.

“Fuck!” she cries out, her head falling back as her body stretches to accommodate me.

The feeling of being completely sheathed inside her while the ocean moves around us is indescribable.

“So fucking tight,” I growl, my grip on her thighs tightening as I begin to move. “Even after three days of me stretching this pretty little cunt, you still grip me like a vice.”

She moans at my words, her walls clenching around me in response. I pull out almost completely before driving back into her, each thrust making the water splash around us.

“You are my world,” she gasps between my relentless strokes. “I love you so much it hurts.”

Those words—Christ, those words destroy me every time. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I fuck her harder.

“You’re taking my cock so beautifully. You were made for this—made for me.”

Her nails rake down my back as she meets each of my thrusts, her hips moving in rhythm with mine. The sun continues its descent toward the horizon, bathing us in golden light as we claim each other.

I feel her getting close, the way her pussy starts to tighten around me, her breathing becoming more erratic.

“Erik,” she gasps against my lips. “I'm going to?—”

“I know, baby. I can feel you.” I adjust my angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. “Let go for me.”

Her walls flutter around my cock, and I know she's right on the edge. I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb and rubbing tight circles.

“Come for me, Katarina. Come on your husband's cock.”

She shatters with a broken cry, her body convulsing around me as waves of pleasure crash over her. The feeling of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into oblivion with a guttural groan.

“Fuck, yes,” I growl as I empty myself inside her. “Take it all.”

We stay locked together as the aftershocks roll through both our bodies, the gentle waves of the ocean rocking us in their embrace. Her forehead rests against mine, both of us breathing hard.

“I never want to leave this place,” she whispers, her voice soft and vulnerable in the fading light.

“Then we won't.” I press a tender kiss to her lips. “We'll stay here forever. Just you and me.”

She laughs, the sound pure and joyful. “Your brothers would murder us both if we never came home.”

“Let them try.” I trace my thumb along her jawline. “Right now, nothing exists except this. You and me in our own world.”

Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, but they're happy ones. “Who would have thought my kidnapper would become my entire universe?”

I cup her face in my hands. “You saved me, Katarina. From myself, from the darkness. You made me believe I could be more than just a weapon.”

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