She wraps her legs high around my waist, locking me in place, pulling me even deeper.
"Move," she pants against my mouth."Callum—please—fuck me?—"
I draw back almost all the way, then slam in again, rough enough to make the entire deck shudder.
"Mine," I bite out against her lips.
"Yours," she moans, nails digging deliciously into my shoulders.
And I fuck her like it.
Hard.Deep.Raw.
The slap of skin against skin loud under the stars, the wet sounds of her body taking me inch after inch making me even harder.
Every time I drive into her, she gasps like she's coming apart.
Every thrust punches filthy little sounds out of her mouth—whimpers, sobs, gasps of my name—and I drink them all down like a fucking addict.
"You wanted to find out what I was hiding under that kilt?"I pant into her ear.
"You're feeling it now, sweetheart.Every fucking inch."
"Callum," she sobs, her entire body trembling.
"Tell me you love me," I growl, slamming into her harder, brutal and sweet.
"Tell me you're mine."
"I love you," she cries out, tears slipping down her cheeks."I'm yours—I'm yours?—"
I catch one of the tears on my tongue, taste the salt of it.
Then I slip a hand between us, find her clit, and rub tight brutal circles against it.
"Come for me, Karina," I rasp."Come all over my cock.Let everyone on this fucking yacht know you belong to me."
It’s her undoing.
She shatters beneath me with a sob that sounds like my name, her entire body clenching around my cock so hard it nearly drags me over with her.
And fuck, I can’t hold back either.
I slam into her twice more, deep enough to bruise, and then I’m coming, pouring into the condom with a ragged, filthy growl, burying my face in her neck.
For a long time, we just stay there—tangled, trembling, breathing each other in.
Our heartbeats hammer against each other’s ribs, thundering in time.
I pull out carefully, knot the condom, toss it aside, and then gather her into my arms like I’ll never let her go.
Because I won’t.
She’s shaking in my arms, still overwhelmed, but when I tip her chin up, she’s smiling through it all—this wild, wrecked, beautiful smile that feels like it was made just for me.
"I love you," she says again, like she needs me to hear it.
"You’re my whole fucking world," I whisper back, kissing her swollen lips."And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it."
