TILL SHE BURN

CHAPTER SIX

FOREVER, IF IT BURNS 18+

Demian's POV

I know I hurt her. And nothing in this world haunts me more than the sight of Sheila crying because of me.

I’d spent years mastering control in the boardroom, on Wall Street, in war zones of business where men begged for a breath. But the second her eyes filled with tears, I became powerless and useless.

Just a man, flawed, broken, desperate for redemption.

The first time I was told about the private island in the North Seas, she came to mind.

Every breeze whispered her name.

Every petal on the hibiscus trees seemed to sway in her rhythm.

It was quiet, wild, and breathtaking just like her.

So, I bought it. Without hesitation. Not as a trophy. Not to show off.

I bought it because I wanted to give her something that no one could ever take.

A sanctuary and a home.

I only hope she’ll accept it because she's been rejecting my gift.

When I handed her the documents, her smile came slowly, hesitant at first, like the sun peeking through a cloudy sky.

But then it bloomed, and it was everything I had missed these past weeks. That smile? It wrecked me. It humbled me.

"This is yours," I told her. "Not because I’m buying your love, but because this land belongs to the queen who tamed the beast."

I wasn’t sure she’d accept it. She could have thrown it in my face and walked away.

But she didn’t.

She took it gracefully, slowly and in that moment, I felt my soul breathe again.

Sheila’s POV

There was something different about him. Something... softer. As if the walls he had so fiercely built around himself were beginning to crack. I watched him across the breakfast table the next morning. He’d made an effort, his hair tousled but clean, his shirt casual, eyes steady. For the first time, he looked like a man who had nothing to prove.

But I still needed to know, needed to feel that it wasn’t all just another strategy, another seduction.

I needed to say something that would make or break us.

"Can I have a word with you?" I asked, gently setting my glass down.

He looked up and offered a small smile, the kind that still made my heart stammer. "Go on," he said.

"I’ll forgive you," I said, my voice trembling just a little, "if only you give up your obsession with control.

I don’t want to be owned, Demian. I want to be loved. Loved without fear, without threats, without games. I want to belong to you by choice, not by manipulation."

His jaw tightened, then relaxed. I saw the storm in his eyes, the war between pride and surrender.

"I promise you," he said, reaching out to touch my fingers, "I’ll try. I can’t promise perfection. But I’ll love you the way you deserve. Every day. Even if it burns me."

That was all I needed.

The kiss that followed wasn't like the first time.

This time, it wasn’t about anger or lust or desperation

.

It was everything. Every emotion we had buried. Every moment we lost.

It was gentle and slow—at first.

But then it ignited.

Love Scene (Mature Content – 18+)

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me to the master suite where the ocean waves seemed to echo the rhythm of our breath. He sat me on the bed as if I were glass.

And for a moment, he just stared like he was memorizing me.

His hands moved to the strap of my nightgown. I nodded.

Slowly, it slid off my shoulder, and then the other.

He leaned forward, his breath warm against my collarbone.

"You undo me, Sheila," he whispered.

"Then let me," I whispered back.

Clothes fell. Skin met skin.

He kissed me like I was the last good thing in his world.

He kissed me gently, starting from my lips, letting each kiss linger like a promise.

His hands moved with intention, undressing me slowly until my chest was bare beneath his gaze.

He cupped one breast, firm and tender, while his lips closed around the other, teasing my n****e with such aching devotion it made my breath hitch.

He treated my body like a sacred map, and he was determined to explore every inch.

His kisses trailed down my belly, pausing at my navel, making me shiver.

When he reached the core of my desire, he took his time, stroking, tasting, worshipping.

His tongue played with my c**t in slow, deliberate circles, igniting something deep inside me. My legs trembled, the world around me blurring, as he drew out wave after wave of pleasure.

It was as if he needed me to feel everything, completely and utterly.

My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. His mouth explored every inch of me with reverence and hunger like he was trying to learn a map he’d drawn in his dreams.

"Say you’re mine," he growled, voice husky.

"Only if you say you’re mine," I breathed

I knelt before him, my fingers wrapping gently around his d**k as I met his gaze.

My lips parted, teasing him slowly, deliberately like savoring something forbidden.

I wanted to hear his voice tremble, to hear my name fall from his lips in raw pleasure.

His eyes fluttered shut, his breath catching in his throat.

I deepened the rhythm, tasting his need, feeling him throb under my touch.

A low moan escaped him, and he whispered, hoarse and breathless, “Don’t stop.” His hands found my hair, guiding me, lost in the fire between us. I smiled at him, knowing I had him undone.

His hands pinned mine above my head.

He entered me with a slow, purposeful thrust that made my entire body arch off the bed. I gasped.

He stilled, kissed my trembling lips, then moved again slowly, then faster, like he was chasing every piece of me he had lost.

Our bodies crashed together in a dance of forgiveness and fire.

His lips found the space beneath my ear.

"I love you… even if it destroys me."

"Then destroy me with you," I moaned.

We reached the edge together. Trembling. Sweating. Whole.

Later That Night

We lay in silence, tangled in silk sheets and breath. His fingers traced lazy circles on my stomach.

"Do you believe me now?" he asked quietly.

"I believe in us," I said.

There was a long pause.

"We don’t have to go back," he said suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"This island. This home. We could start something new here. I’ve made enough to last lifetimes. We could build a life far away from the noise, the headlines, the expectations. Just you and me."

I turned to him. "What about the company?"

He shrugged. "I’ll sell it. Or hand it to someone else. You’re the empire now."

I laughed, tears springing to my eyes.

"And what if I still want to go back? What if I want to face everything with you, not hide?"

He smiled. "Then we go back. And I’ll face it all beside you. Wherever you are, that’s where I live."

We lay there in silence again, the ocean singing to us through the open windows. The future was unclear. We didn’t have all the answers. But for the first time, we weren’t afraid.

He reached for my hand.

"Forever?" he asked.

"Forever," I answered. "Even if it burns."

EPILOGUE

A year later, a small beachside chapel on the island held the quiet echo of wedding bells. Only a few people attended. Olivia. Aunt Rose. A few trusted friends. I wore a white dress that shimmered like water. Demian wore a navy suit and his heart on his sleeve.

No press. No paparazzi. No headlines.

Just vows whispered under the stars.

Just two hearts that had broken and healed together.

And months later, as the wind rustled through palm trees and laughter filled the house, we welcomed our daughter, Isla Rose Sebastian. Named after the place we found love, and the woman who raised me.

Our life wasn’t perfect. But it was real. Raw. Burned into the fabric of time.

We didn’t know what the future held.

But we had each other.

And that was enough.

THE END.