All Chapters of Love At Sea: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapters 5 and 6 were sent in French yesterday, but I've already corrected them. I'm just waiting for my editor to approve and release them to you.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I can't sleep.I spent the night on the sofa in the downstairs office, my head in my hands, her taste still on my tongue. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elara's body contracting around my fingers. Heard the moan she tried to swallow. Saw the tears of rage and pleasure falling.Now it's almost nine in the morning.I walk up the stairs with the tray in my hand. Black coffee, toast, eggs, a sliced apple. Simple food. Necessary. When I open the bedroom door, she's sitting in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees, still only in her panties. The shirt I took off yesterday is thrown on the floor. Her neck carries the purple mark I made. Her eyes are swollen.She looks at me as if I were poison."Get out," she murmurs, her voice hoarse.I w

She sleeps against my chest for almost two hours.I don't move.I don't want to break the moment.My hand keeps tracing slow circles on her back, feeling her breathing grow deeper and deeper. Her wet hair dries slowly against my skin. Her scent—soap, warm skin, and something I now recognize as mine—surrounds me.When she finally stirs, it's slow. Her body goes rigid the second she realizes where she is. I feel the change immediately."Stay still," I murmur, my voice hoarse from so much silence. "I'm not done holding you yet."Elara lifts her face. Her green eyes are swollen from sleep and from everything that happened in the shower. There's confusion in them. Anger. And a deep exhaustion that hits me in the chest."Why are you doing this?" she asks lowly. "Why don't you just fuck me and get it over with? Why all this game?"I hold her face with one hand, my thumb tracing lightly over the bruise that's fading."Because when I really fuck you, it won't be fast. Or empty. It'll be comple

The silence that settled between them wasn't comfortable, but it no longer carried the violence of the previous hours. For the first time since Elara had crossed the gates of that mansion, there were no screams, no threats, no desperate attempts to escape. Only the weight of two breaths sharing the same room and the strange sensation that both had crossed a line from which there was no return.Kael remained motionless for several minutes, keeping her close, as if any movement could shatter that rare moment of balance. The warmth of her body still seeped through the sheet, and the discreet scent of jasmine mixed with the smell of her warm skin filled the room. It was an aroma he would never admit out loud, but one he was already beginning to associate exclusively with her.Elara kept her eyes closed. She wasn't sleeping. He could tell by her uneven breathing and the slight furrow of her brow whenever she seemed to sink into her own thoughts. She was reorganizing the world inside her ow

I don't let her out of bed.Not today.With the deadline shortened, every minute had become both precious and dangerous. I need her marked. I need her full of me. I need that when Maeve and Luka walk through that door tomorrow night, there's no doubt in the air about who Elara belongs to.I push into her slowly, feeling every inch being swallowed. Elara arches her back, a hoarse moan escaping her throat. She's still sensitive from the night before, tight, hot. I bury myself to the hilt and stay there, breathing against her neck."Look at me."She obeys. Her green eyes are dark, her pupils dilated. I start moving in deep, slow, almost lazy thrusts, but possessive. Every time I go all the way in, I hold her hip firmly so she can feel how deep I am."Do you feel it?" I ask, my voice low. "Do you feel how you take me?""Yes…" she lets out, breathless."Say who you belong to."Elara hesitates. I reward the hesitation with a stronger thrust, making the headboard hit the wall."Yours… fuck,

The day dawns heavy.I wake up before her, as always. The gray morning light comes through the gaps in the curtains and draws clear lines across Elara's naked body. She's on her stomach again, her face turned to the side, her mouth slightly open. My black shirt, which I put on her last night, rode up during sleep, revealing the curve of her ass and the mark of my fingers still visible on her pale skin.I stare for too long.Less than twelve hours.Tomorrow has already become today. Maeve and Luka will walk through that door tonight. And I still don't know exactly how I'm going to survive my mother's gaze when she sees what I've done to this woman.Elara stirs. A small moan escapes her as she stretches. Her green eyes open slowly and take a while to find mine. When they do, she doesn't look away."You're staring at me again." Her voice comes out hoarse with sleep."I know.""It's weird.""I know that too."I run my hand over her back, slowly, feeling her warm skin. She shivers under my