Mia’s POV
The cold ocean swallowed us whole.
Saltwater stung my eyes and burned the fresh graze on my arm as Damien’s powerful arms locked around me like iron chains. Elena’s limp body floated between us, supported by his injured shoulder. The yacht groaned behind us — a dying beast listing heavily, flames licking the night sky. Debris rained down, and distant sirens wailed like mourning ghosts.
“Keep breathing, wife,” Damien growled against my ear, his voice raw. One hand stayed splayed protectively over my lower belly, the other treading water fiercely. His c*m from earlier still leaked from me, mixing obscenely with the seawater between my thighs. Even now, in the middle of hell, my body remembered every brutal thrust against that panic room wall.
“I’ve got you both,” he said, voice
