We move together. Building rhythm. Finding that perfect pace that makes her gasp against my mouth.
"Harder."
I pause and pull back enough to see her face clearly. "You sure?"
"Show me," she says, finding her voice. Her eyes lock with mine. "What it's like to be engaged to you. I want to see it. The part of you that did all this."
She glances at the burning harbor behind me for a long moment. The flames still going strong. The chaos I created.
"I want to see the killer who burned everything for me."
A crack opens in my chest. A part of me that's been caged since I found her missing. Since I thought I'd lost her forever.
I look at the sky. The orange and red painting everything. Beautiful and terrible. Destruction as declaration.
A killer made this for his queen.
I take control and reposition her to how she wanted from the start, bending her over the railing.
Her hands grip the metal.
The view behind her—Chicago harbor burning. My city. My territory. All of it on fire because someone took her from me.
I enter her again, harder this time.
She arches back against me. Takes it. Wants it. Her body accepts the roughness. The possession. The certainty that she's mine now.
My hands grip her hips. Hard enough to leave marks. Hard enough that she'll see them tomorrow and remember this. Remember choosing me on a yacht while the world burned.
I pick up my pace. Each thrust claims her. Marks her. Makes her mine in every way that matters.
The sounds she makes—desperate, needy, completely unguarded—drive me higher. Make me want to give hereverything. Make her scream my name until the whole city knows who she belongs to.
My hand slides around and finds where she needs me. Circles. Presses. Works her toward the edge while I take her from behind.
She's close. I can feel it in how she tightens. How her breathing changes. How she stops trying to stay quiet.
"Come for me." I lean over her. My chest against her back. My mouth at her ear. "Let everyone hear who you belong to."
Her body obeys before her mind can. Tightening around me. Pulsing. Taking me with her.
My name tears from her throat. Loud enough to compete with sirens. Loud enough to reach the burning sky.
"Ivan!"
I thrust deeper. Harder. Giving her everything I have. Everything I am.
"IVAN!"
The sound of my name in her voice—desperate and satisfied and mine—pushes me over. I bury myself deep. As deep as I can get. Marking her inside and out. Claiming every part of her.
I come with the image of burning ships behind my eyelids. With the knowledge that I'd do it all again. Burn more. Destroy more. Kill more.
Anything for her.
Everything for her.
We stay together. Connected. Both of us breathing hard and shaking. The yacht rocks gently beneath us. The flames paint everything orange and gold.
