The river hums below us, dark and endless, but the only thing pulling me under is him.
His other hand fists in my hair, tugging until I arch against him. The kiss grows harsher, filthier, his lips dragging mine raw, his breath hot and frantic, like he’s trying to crawl inside me and never crawl back out.
“You feel that?” he growls against my mouth, the words hot, wrecked. “Every time I kiss you like this, I take more. Piece by piece. Until there’s nothing left but me.”
My knees buckle, but his arm hooks around my waist, lifting me off the ground like I weigh nothing. My back slams against the rail, the cold bite of metal bleeding through my dress as he cages me there, his hips pressing into mine, his cock already hard and unyielding against me.
The necklace chain tangles between us, cutting into my throat as he yanks it tighter, his mouth crushing down again.It’s filthy. Desperate. A kiss that doesn’t know where it ends and where it ruins.
I realise—this isn’t just a kiss.
It’s a vow.
It’s a fucking possession.
When he finally tears back, his lips are wet, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning through me like a brand.
“You want it back?” he whispers, his fist tugging the chain until I choke on air. “Then prove you need it as bad as I do.”
His chest heaves against mine, breath hot, eyes wild, and then he does something that knocks the air straight out of me.
He unhooks the chain from my throat.
The charm swings once between us, catching the light, and then he lifts it to his own neck. Clasps it there. Lets it rest against his skin like it’s always belonged.
My heart stutters.
He yanks me closer by my hips, grinding against me, lips curling into that sharp, dangerous smirk that used to ruin me in seconds. “Now it’s mine,” he rasps, his voice low, feral. “And so are you.”
The necklace glints between us as his mouth crashes to mine again, harder, hungrier, until my lips feel split and bruised. His hand drags up my thigh beneath my dress, rough fingers slipping higher, spreading me against the rail. The cold iron bites into my back, but his heat burns everything else away.
“You want people to see?” he growls into my mouth. “Want the whole fucking world to know who you belong to?”
My moan betrays me, raw and shaking.
His thumb presses hard against my clit through the thin fabric, rubbing in filthy circles, dragging sound after sound out of me until I’m clawing at his shoulders. His teeth catch my bottom lip, tugging until I cry out, and he swallows that too.
The chain against his throat flashes again as he thrusts his hips forward, his cock grinding against me through the thin barrier of fabric, hard enough I see stars.
“Say it,” he demands, his voice shredded, animal. “Say this cunt belongs to me right here, where anyone could fucking hear.”
“Yours,” I sob, head slamming back against the rail. “It’s yours, always yours.”
His fingers shove past the fabric, sliding inside me, stretching me open right there under the moonlight. My scream echoes off the river, broken, shameless. His mouth covers mine again, silencing, claiming, devouring while his fingers fuck me open like he owns every sound, every tremor, every goddamn beat of my body.
The necklace chain presses tight against his throat as he pulls back, eyes blazing, teeth bared. “Good girl,” he snarls, curling his fingers until I see black. “Now fucking show me.”
The necklace digs into his throat as he shoves my dress higher, rough hands fisting the fabric until it tears. My gasp is swallowed by his mouth, his tongue fucking me deeper than his fingers already are.
“Mine,” he snarls, pulling free just enough to slam his cock out, heavy and hard, the head already slick against my cunt. “Every fucking inch of you. Mine to ruin.”
I can’t even beg before he drives into me in one brutal thrust, pinning me against the cold iron rail. The shock rips a scream from my chest, my nails clawing his shoulders, but he only grins—dark, feral—as he grinds deeper.
“Fuck—you’re so tight,” he growls, his hips snapping hard, brutal, each thrust rocking the bridge beneath us. “Like your body remembers me better than your brain ever will.”
The sound of his skin slamming into mine carries over the water, filthy and raw, mixing with the wet slap of mycunt gripping him. My legs lock around his waist, desperate, trembling, and he drags me higher, fucking me like he’s trying to carve his name into my bones.
“Say it again,” he pants against my ear, biting down hard enough to make me cry out. “Say who owns this pussy.”
