The Oceans Claim
Fun at sea, when the ocean claims what it's owed.
The boat rocked gently on the open sea, sun melting into the horizon. She straddled him on the deck, wind whipping her hair as waves slapped the hull. His hands gripped her thighs, her hips rolling with the tide, salt and sweat mingling on their skin. Then she paused, eyes glassy. “I hear them,” she whispered. He frowned—then heard it too: a song, sweet and haunting. Suddenly, she smiled, teeth sharper than before. “You’r...
