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Her throat moves as she swallows and I lean in, the tip of my nose brushing against hers. I can feel the heat of her lips radiate toward the heat of mine. In the distance thunder booms and the hair on my arms stand straight from the electricity in the air.

“Sometimes…” she whispers. “Sometimes I feel like I’m falling apart, slowly, then all at once.”

“You are not falling apart, luv,” I tell her, speaking so that my lips touch hers. “You are just falling into place.”

“Is that place with you?” she asks, her mouth moving against mine, barely a kiss at all.

“What do you think?” I tell her, then I close the gap. I kiss her hard, I kiss her deeply, I kiss her with possession. My tongue slides against hers, her mouth opening wider to accommodate me, and my hands keep her in place, keep her right here with me as the kiss draws us both together in a way that is just as intimate as sex, perhaps even more so.

Her hands slide up my shoulders, gripping me there, and my heart does another flip, competing with my cock for attention.

I pull away for a moment, trying to steady my breath, steady my thoughts, and I rest my forehead against hers, cool from the night air.

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way about anyone,” I murmur, the emotions too buoyant to keep submerged any longer.

“What way is that?” she asks, her voice breathy, husky, hopeful.

“Like you’re the moon and I’m the tides, and every thought, every need, every want, is drawn to you, Maren.” I laugh to myself. “You’re right, this is madness and I’m drowning and I don’t give a damn.”

This time she kisses me, her hands trailing down my back, holding me close, my cock rammed up against her hip, her thin shift providing no protection against my hard heat.

With a grunt I reach down and I bunch up her shift to her waist so that she’s bare below then I pick her up in my arms and whirl her away from the railing so that she’s pressed up against the mast that rises through the center of the platform.

“Let me drown in you, will ya?” I say before ducking down between her thighs while keeping her body pressed against the mast.

She cries out as my mouth finds her cunt and my lips and tongue start devouring her, savoring her taste, sea-water tonic. Thunder booms again, closer this time, but the only lightning I feel is the way her warm, slick skin melts against my tongue, sending jolts of need right to my cock.

“Ramsay,” she says through a broken moan, her fingers digging into my loose hair, her thighs tightening around my head. I keep eating her, teasing where she’s hot and swollen, circle after circle with hard flicks of my tongue, then sliding across where she’s achingly wet and driving my tongue inside her. I fuck her this way, wild and messy and raw, until my jaw starts to ache and she’s starting to tense around me.

Thunder rumbles, closer still, and then she’s letting go, the tension in her snapping like a whip. She clamps around my tongue, her legs following suit around my face, and she’s bucking wildly against me, her cries being swallowed by the wind that has picked up. Her hands tug at my hair, pulling me deeper into her and then when her limbs are shaking and my senses are flooded with the taste and smell of her, I straighten up.

I take my cock out with one swift motion, then keep her in place while I shove hard inside her. She’s so damn tight it makes my eyes roll straight to the back of my head, my breath catching inside my chest, my body straining.

“Gods,” she whispers harshly, and I feel like a god from the way I’m inside her, the way I’m able to make her look at me likeI’mworth worshipping.

I feel the first drop of rain fall on my neck and the wind starts getting stronger, whipping our hair around, making my shirt billow. It’s as if it’s trying to match our wildness.

I’ve got her pinned to the mast, her leg hooked around my hip and I have one hand sliding down to her clitoris, surely still sensitive. But she only moans and starts driving her hips forward to meet my thrusts, and her mouth is on my neck, kissing me, biting me, licking me. The force of the wind is constant now, like several hands are holding us up from behind and driving us into each other.

“You still belong to me,” I say gruffly in her ear, my cock so deep in her it’s like she’s squeezing on me like a glove that’s a little too tight. “You’ll always be mine.”

“That remains to be seen,” she says, then bites down on my earlobe, eliciting a low rumble from deep in my chest.

With a growl I reach down and grab her hip where my brand is. “You wish to see it? It’s right here, luv,” I tell her before I piston myself against her, feeling feral and unrelenting as I drive in deeper where she’s hot and wet, tight and thick and just as owned as she’s ever been in her life.

A flash of lightning cracks across the sky, followed by a deafening boom of thunder, and she cries out sharply as I start sliding my thumb against her, matching the driving pace of my hips.

Rain is falling harder now, lashing us, and she tilts her head back to the sky, her mouth open in a ravenous moan. I’m faster, deeper, and more intense than ever before and as I feel her tighten around me and the pleasure coursing through my veins, I know that this is where I belong, drowning in this madness with her. Two monsters that have found their souls in one another.

It’s too late for me, I think as I sink in to the hilt, one hand cupping her breast now, pulling the neckline of her shift down so that I can suck her nipple between my lips. I can’t pretend she’s not what I want or what I’ve always wanted.

She lets out another deep moan and I’m vaguely aware that I do have crew that are one hundred feet below us on the deck and they might be hearing us, looking up at us, or perhaps we’re swallowed by the thunder, wind, and rain. Either way, I don’t have the capacity to care right now. All I want is for both of us to plunge into ecstasy together.

The storm whips me into a frenzy and I push in harder and faster, her slick heat wrapping around me like velvet. I can feel my orgasm building and I let out a low, deep growl as the pleasure takes over, my release coming on with fervent intensity. I slam her into the mast so hard that I swear the ship rocks beneath us.

“Maren,” I cry out through a shaking breath, and I can feel her body quaking with her own release, her own senseless noises coming from her lips, the way she holds onto me like she’ll never let me go.

I collapse into her, panting and trembling, completely satisfied while my emotions run high. We remain in that embrace for a long time, the rain washing over us, cleansing us, my cock still inside her. I don’t want to break apart. I want to stay fused inside her.