3:45 a.m, Honolulu (Hawaii, USA)
Evander's POV.
"Yes, just like that!"
Liora whimpers as she pushes her ass against my groin, our thighs slamming against each other in loud claps.
Her hands are pressed tightly against the wall as I groan aloud in pleasure, pushing myself deeper into her core.
This was happening exactly how I had imagined it.
Just the two of us, on our private luxury yacht at night, taking each other like our lives depend on it on our wedding anniversary.
"Argh! Fuck, I love you!" I groan as I grab her waist, pushing myself harder into her.
"I…I love you too," she struggles to say amidst the soft moans that are like music to my ears.
She turns back to face me, her brown eyes dilating with pleasure.
This is probably the best back shot I've ever given her because her cheeks are burning red and she won't stop biting hard on her lips.
"TAP!"
I strike a hand against her succulent ass, massaging the red spot almost immediately as she groans and moans, while her ass wiggles against my cock.
"You like that?" I ask, as I spank her again.
"Mhmm, yes baby," she replies, her body snapping forward from the impact of the spank.
We spend the next few minutes enjoying each other's bodies. My senses are almost warping with pleasure, I feel like I'm intoxicated as my length inserts in and out, in fast and slow strokes.
"I'm coming," she squeals, groaning a sigh as her hands curl against the cabinet.
"Ah, yes. Hmmm, hmmm," I mutter in pleasure as I feel the rush of ejaculation building up in my length.
The strokes grow faster and deeper and we're both shamelessly at the top of our voices, close to climax when a loud sound shakes the yacht, making us pull away from each other.
Fuck.
"What's going on?" Liora asks, noticing how the lights in the yacht suddenly grow dim.
Before I get to answer the question, water starts flowing through the window.
Panic surges through my body, "It's a hull breach! Fuck!"
"Oh my God!" Liora screams, her face splitting with fear as she spins around the room, clueless on what to do.
"Close the windows now!" I order, racking my head for what to do next.
Liora quickly adjusts her dress, her body shivering in fear.
"I told..I told you this was a bad idea," she mumbles, pressing her hand against her chest as she runs to either side of the room, trying to find a way out.
My heart slams heavily against my chest, "Don't worry, I'll get us back to safety!"
I say, rushing into the captain compartment but the loud warning sounds coming from most of the buttons makes anxiety rush through my veins.
I fly my hands over keys, trying to help the situation but the red lights don't stop flickering with alarm sounds.
Fuck.
Nothing's working!
We're sinking!
My eyes widen, What the fuck do I do? There is no yacht captain here because we wanted some alone time!
Thinking fast, I bolt back to the room that's now filled with water and I can't find Liora.
The windows have been forced open by the current and the water is flowing mightily into the yacht!
Shit.
But where the hell is Liora?
My head bangs with pain, I swim through the water, my eyes peeling through the liquid as I try to find my wife.
This can't happen.
She has to be safe.
But she can't fucking swim!
'Stay calm, you'll find her!' I mentally assure myself but it does little to help.
As my hands paddle through the water, it grows thicker as the yacht goes deeper into the ocean.
My breath catches in my throat when I find Liora laying on the floor, her eyes lifeless and her body still with cold.
"Nooo!!!" I scream but the bubbles of water fill my throat, making it sound muffled.
I try to reach her, to pick her up so I can revive her but then something explodes from underneath the yacht, causing it to break into two.
The explosion sends me further away from her, alongside the current of the water.
I swim out of the yacht, unwilling to give up on Liora but I'm met with real life darkness when her body sinks further into the dark ocean.
I shake my head in the water, my body feeling weightless as I watch her drift further away.
She can't be dead.
I need to get help.
I swim back onto the surface, regret consuming every part of my body as I paddle.
This is all my fault.
She's drowning because of me.
And because of my stupid sexual fantasy.
When I swim to the surface, I call out to some lifeguards, "Help my wife is drowning!"
But the people I'm calling out to seem to be in their own worlds, snoring without a care in the world.
I thought the lifeguards in Honolulu were always alert? Fuck this.
I dive back into the ocean, and I soon start feeling like trying to get help was a bad idea as I can't find the other half of the yacht, nor my wife.
I searched every possible place I could in the ocean but she was nowhere to be found.
I lost her.
Consumed by regret,my hands ball into fists and I kick it through the water, wishing I didn't go through with any of this in the first place.
I should have listened to her when she said going out in the middle of the ocean for sex was a bad idea, but my stupid fantasy got the better of me.
I should have fucking listened to her when she said she has aquaphobia but I assured her that I'd protect her.
Way to go for me on protecting her.
To this day, I blame myself for her death.
I don't think I'll ever heal from this, she was my literal other half. The only woman who completed this dead, cold businessman and now, she's gone.
I'll mourn her death till my last breath, even if it means being single and having no sexual fantasies forever.
Not like it will bring her back but this is my promise to atone for my mistake.
Though I'm not sure how long I can keep it when I meet Nyx.