Darkness envelopes them as they sway to a waltz of the seas, immersed in their heated lust for one another. His greedy hands cover her body, seeking every inch, every ounce of her smooth skin. Selfish lips steal kisses from hers as he slides his hands up her stomach, touching her breasts lovingly – filled with infatuation. She moans softly against his lips, writhing as the waves gently rock them. Her pleas, silent pleas begging for more bring him closer to fulfilling her fantasy. One hand strays, trailing downward along her stomach – fingers tracing her hipbone before slowly, painfully slowly peeling the satin, sea-soaked panties from her body.

Desperation; filled with wanton desire she reaches for him,
fingers hungrily touching every inch of him.

Pants fall beneath the surface of the water, onyx silk disappearing with the guidance of her hands as she pushes them from his waist. Smile traces over her features, eyes illuminated by moonlight as she stares at him a moment. Another gentle swell of a wave guides them closer together, bodies magnetized, propelled into one another's arms. Navy eyes roll upward as she gasps; his fingers continuing to travel along her skin – two arching upward, inching deeper, disappearing into folds and chasms of darkness that have been left untouched for so long.

Pleasure – it is pleasure that captivates her soul;
raw desire, nature calling for more.

Moans intermingle with the gentle purring of the sea as greedy hands, selfish hands that they are, seal pleasure with one another. Labored breathing intermittently interrupts the moans, his own lips sealing around her right breast as he teases her, tortures her. Tongue flicks against the tender mound of flesh, her cries of adoration resonating from parted lips – howling her desperation to the heavens. Her fingertips dig themselves against the flesh of his shoulders, rocking her body against his touch, his touch deep within her core that was once so hollow, now reeling with pleasure.

She shudders, castaway thoughts fading as satisfaction rolls over her body. Figure tenses, her screams swallowed by the seas as she sinks lower, lower into the water. Kisses trail along his stomach, down to his waist – but she stops before she falls. Hands continue where she left off, fingers toying with him, teasing and tormenting him. He gasps for air and together, they move, her hands leading the way.

Impatience prevails – patience is never a kind guest to Chuck Bass.

Insufferably hard, penetration comes quickly; sheltered within the wet, passionately warm labyrinth of her core. Lips collide as their bodies intertwine, following the rhythm created by the sea – the harlot sea, the whorish harlot who is laced with seduction and lust. He moans against her lips and she echoes, throbbing from his torturous efforts of before, accompanied with the thickness (so hard, painfully hard; pleasing every inch within) with which he pleases.

Moments pass, minutes fading into more time that flickers, fades, dies – but their heated passion seems everlasting. Moving as one, unified body corrupting the purity of this peaceful night, their joyous calls of pleasure ring out against the seas, against the heavens, along the dunes. Caring not for who can hear, they rejoice in their companionship.

Forgotten are the shattered hearts;
remembered is the lust of old.

As climax becomes evident, persistently they move, savoring their moment together. It never could have happened, never should have – but it has. Enticed by the forbidden nature, driven by sorrow, they mourn together; mourn their losses but suffer no defeat. Her cry comes first; he holds back until he knows she is fulfilled, feeling her collapse weakly into her arms. Then comes his, moaning softly against her skin as they kiss once more, devastated by the energy put forth into their emotion.

Crawling; together they crawl, emerging from the sea together,
collapsing onto the sand together.

Side-by-side, hand-in-hand, they cuddle together; remnants of their clothes scattered across sand and sea. Two sets of eyes watch as the sky fades, darkness disappearing as it is replaced by the first pink hues of sunrise; golden rays delivered forth in orange hues as morning dawns upon the shore. Two bodies, once unified now own separate entities again, cuddle together. Forgotten are the memories, forgotten is the pain. With new days come new life; with new life comes new opportunities.

Together they rest, relaxing, at peace;
listening to the symphony of the sea.

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