The moon is a bloated pearl tonight, hanging so low it feels like I could reach up and snatch it from the sky.
I’m already pacing the deck when she rises.
No splash this time. Just the sudden grip of her hands on the stern rail, then her whole naked body flipping over it like a seal breaking surface. Water sluices off her skin, pooling at her feet as she turns to me, eyes green fire, lips curled in a feral smile. Her t**s rise and fall with heavy breaths, n*****s tight from the cold sea.
I don’t wait.
I lunge, grab her by the waist, and slam her down onto the deck. The wood thuds under her back; she gasps, but it’s not pain—it’s hunger. She wraps her legs around me instantly, heels digging into my ass, pulling me down. I rip my shirt over my head, jeans shoved down just enough to free
