Page 125 of Eternal

AZRA

“Sailor Song” by Gigi Perez

Present

H is hands were on my thighs the second the back door shut. Sand still clung to my ankles, the scent of saltwater in my hair. I straddled him, my shirt sticking to my skin, heavy from the ocean, from his eyes, from the way he makes me feel.

“You’re wet,” he murmured.

“From the sea.”

He laughed. “From me .”

Cocky.

Accurate.

I hated how good he smelled at that exact moment, warm skin, ocean, safety .

I dragged my hands down his chest. “You always get this worked up when I smile at you?”

He leaned up and kissed my collarbone, teeth grazing. “You’re shirtless in my lap. How am I supposed to react exactly?”

“You told me to take it off.”

“Best thing I ever said.”

I rolled my hips once, slow and cruel. His breath caught. His fingers dug in. I kissed his throat just to feel it move, and whispered, “You’re okay, partner?”

He didn’t answer when he reached back behind my wrists and pulled something tight… My tie he'd taken off in Zanae's house earlier.

He pulled it tight around my wrists, securing them enough to sting.

“Thought you’d let me use this on you later,” I teased.

“Should’ve been faster than me, then.”

He shifted under me, hands sliding down my back to grip my hips hard. His fingers found the waistband of his pants, undoing the button and zipper quickly.

I watched, breath hitching, as he opened it to free himself, thick, already hard.

Without breaking eye contact, he spat slowly onto his palm, spreading the slick warmth over his length.

Then, he pushed my panties aside, grinding his cock between my thighs, slowly, pressing tight circles against me. But I leaned forward and kissed his neck at the same time.

“You’re playing dirty,” he murmured, rough and low.

I tilt my head, lips brushing his ear. “You’re the one who tied my hands behind my back… guess all I’ve got left is my mouth.”

He groaned softly as I rolled my hips against him, dragging the slick tip of him against my soaked cunt, just enough to hear him whisper a low “ fuck”.

Suddenly, his teeth sank into my collarbone brutally. With one rough motion, he pushed my hands even harder, gripping my wrists firmly. “Breathe slowly for me,” he whispered, voice low and commanding.

His fingers trailed down from my chest, sliding over my skin, wet and slick, before slipping between my legs. Two fingers slid inside me, deep and slow, while his cock pressed harder against my cunt. But instinctively, I gasped and contracted around him.

“Shit… I’m sorry,” I breathed, panic creeping in.

He pressed a soft kiss to my neck, his hand steady on my hip. “Partner, it’s okay. It’s me. Just breathe.” His fingers stayed still for a moment. “Don’t push yourself. Let me know when you’re ready.”

I bit my lip, nodding against his skin, trying to calm me down.

He leaned in close, voice rough but gentle. “You’re safe here. I’ve got you.”

Slowly, he moved his fingers again, sliding them deeper. I gasped again, but this time it was different.

He smiled softly. “See? You can feel it now.”

He wasn’t rough, he was just watching, memorizing.

“Relax,” he whispered, breathing hot against my skin. “It’s just us.”

His forehead pressed to mine, his fingers moving deeper in time with the grinding rhythm of his cock against me.

“I want to see how deep I can go,” he murmured.

I moaned quietly, raw and open under him.

“Still warm,” he said, voice possessive. “Still mine .”

He slid his fingers slowly out from inside me, wet and trembling, then didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before pushing his cock deeper. The thick, hard length filled me fully, pressing hard against every sensitive inch, and he chuckled low, rough with satisfaction.

“Feels damn good to be inside you again,” he murmured, “Now kiss me, Azra .”

His lips moved to my collarbone, teeth grazing gently before biting down just enough to make me hiss.

One hand tangled in my wet hair, pulling my face up to his, while the other reached into his pocket and pulled out a cold, hard knife.

The blade glinted in the soft car light, but it was the handle he pressed next, icy and solid, right against my clit.

My lip stung beneath my teeth as I held back a sob, pleasure blooming so fiercely inside me it felt like breaking.

“I said, kiss me. ”

I leaned again, and did it and he kissed me back, tenderly. Like he wasn't pressing a knife handle between my thighs. Like he wasn’t fucking me so hard I could feel him like he was a part of me.

His fingers tightened around the tie behind my wrists, pulling my arms back, stretching me wide, making me feel utterly exposed and completely his.

He grinned darkly, kissing me. Tongue, sucking, biting, I can’t tell which comes first.

“This one’s for you. The same knife I used to kill the fucker who messed with you. So… am I a good partner for using this to make you come?”

I shivered, the cold handle digging into me, shooting ice through every nerve while his cock stayed buried deep, burning me from the inside out.

His free hand traveled over my back, rough fingertips tracing my spine, squeezing the soft flesh of my hips, while the firm press of the knife handle ground against my clit.

He was relentless, pounding into me hard now, each thrust driving deeper and faster, the slick sound of skin on skin, of wetness pooling between us filling the car.

I could feel the sun rising, the heat of it on us, but I could only focus on his breathing, on the sounds I was making. On how safe and good it felt. On how it never hurt, not once, not in a bad way, not like it did before.

His mouth moved to my breast, teeth biting down roughly on my nipple, then his tongue flicked over the spot, tasting me, marking me as his saliva dripped warm and slick.

I bit my lip, muscles trembling, wanting more.

My body tensed, trying to hold on to whatever control I could.

“Just like that,” he exhaled low, hips driving hard and steady. His hand slid down, grabbing my thigh, kneading, squeezing, dragging me impossibly close.

I was torn apart between ice and fire, pleasure and pain, a touch that felt both like a torment and a comfort.

He pressed the handle harder against me, circling slowly, deliberately, and I couldn’t help but cry out, my body convulsing around his thighs.

His cock thrust deep one last time, slick and hot, filling me completely, locking us together.

The car windows fogged thick with our heavy breaths and sweat-slicked skin.

He finally loosened the tie, but before he could pull away, I grabbed the soft silk back, wrapping it around his neck and yanking him down hard for a soft, long, wet kiss, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, breath ragged and desperate.

He’s safe . His touch doesn’t scare me. It actually felt… good .

It’s been years. Years of trying. Years of one-night stands that never felt good. Just going through the motions. Trying to feel something and coming up empty.

For a long time, I thought something was wrong with me. I couldn’t even try in that house. The thought of touching myself made me sick.

And when I got out, I tried. I thought maybe I was broken. Maybe he’d hurt me so bad I’d never feel anything again.

But I learned I could. On my own, slowly. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

And then he came into my life. And I realized it wasn’t just me.

He helped. He made it safe. He made it feel... possible.

I pulled back, breathless and smiling wickedly, then reached up with my finger and wrote Eternal on the fogged glass beside us.

And a star.

He laughed low in my ear, his voice rough with promise. “This star is eternal.”

The sand still clung to my skin, damp and gritty, but I didn’t care.

“Did you like our date, partner?” he asked, playing with one of my curls.

“Could’ve been better I guess?”

He laughed and kissed me softly, “I’ll do better next time.”

Then he reached over and opened his door, stepping out.

I followed, brushing the sand off my legs, covering myself with an open shirt as I climbed into the passenger seat.

He slid in behind the wheel and pulled my shirt back over my shoulders tighter, fingers gently buttoning it up while smiling at me.

“We’re gonna pack your things, take a shower, and then catch the jet,” he said softly.

I looked at him, and smiled back. With him, I felt safe.

“Okay.”

Close your eyes, Azra. You can breathe. You can forget. He was here now.