Tonight the moon is almost gone—just a thin, dying blade of silver barely clinging to the sky. . . .
The tide is the highest it’s been all week, black water roaring like it wants blood. . . .
I’m standing ankle-deep in the surf when she rises.
She walks out of the sea slow and deliberate, naked, moonlight gone but the water itself seems to glow around her. Her eyes are wilder than ever, green fire in the dark, t**s high and heavy, n*****s peaked, thighs slick with river and want. She stops a foot from me, chest heaving, and finally speaks—two words, raw and cracked from screaming my name all week. . . .
“Take me.” I don’t answer with words.
I grab her throat, slam her down into the shallow surf, and crush my mouth to hers. The kiss is teeth and salt and eight nights of hunger explodin
