He hesitated. “But…I killed him. If I were so different, I might have?—”
“No.” She gave a swift shake of her head. “You oughtn’t think that way. Your actionssavedus that day. You said it yourself: Butcher would have seen the entire crew murdered.”
While that might be true, he would forevermore be a man who killed his father.
Unable to let her go just yet, he wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her against him and rubbing his temple into her abdomen. “I’m sorry.”
She was warm andalive. And comforting beyond reason.
“Shh,” Heather hushed, continuing to comb her fingers through his hair. “There is nothing for which you need apologize to me, Percy.”
He pulled back and met her gaze, his heart in his throat. “I’m not a good man, Heather. I withheld the truth from you, from Grace, Juliana, and Maria. I…I was not raised in a home with a family. Before befriending Leo and becoming his valet, I…” His throat bobbed, and he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable—and regrettable—pain he would cause her. “Whatever my future, Iwill notintentionally bring a child into this world.”
Her eyes widened. “You don’t want children?”
Percy winced. “I’m afraid not. Just the thought of furthering Butcher’s bloodline veritably curdles my blo?—”
She kissed him fast and hard, her tongue dancing with his, before she pulled back.
“I don’t want children either,” she confessed.
Hope wove around his heart. “Truly?”
She grinned. “Truly. But you must know that even if Ididdesire children—which I decidedly do not—there is nothing wrong with your blood. I like you just as you are—especially your pirate blood.”
Despite himself, the heated prickle of tears threatened behind his eyes.She likes me as I am, he marvelled.And she doesn’t want children. His heart gave anotherthwump, but this time in elation.
He matched her grin, and she kissed him again.
Percy came alive at the touch of her lips. He didn’t deserve to feel so good, but he was just selfish enough to accept what she offered, to the devil with the consequences.
They moved quickly, disrobing and tossing articles of clothing about until they stood nude, wrapped in each other’s arms. Percy’s body ached with need, his cock already leaking, begging to be buried in Heather’s sweet cunny.
Heather’sentire body fizzed with anticipation, and desire pooled low in her belly. She knew what pleasures intimacies with Percy would bring, and she could scarcely wait. The man not only kindled her desire but touched her heart. And she wanted nothing more than to feel all of him. Immediately.
“How would you like me?” she asked, tracing her fingertips along his tattoos, his skin hot beneath her touch.
He cupped her large arse and squeezed, groaning. “I want to fuck you fast and spend my seed on your glorious breasts. Then I want to sleep for an hour and do it all again.”
“Yes.” Heather nodded, her insides melting as a shiver wracked her frame. The contrast between his heat and the cooling air of the room added to the delicious sensations his words wrought. “Let’s do that, please.”
With the flash of a grin, Percy lifted her against him and deposited her on the bed.
“I won’t take my time,” he said, settling himself over her.
The heat of him, his beautiful heart, and his filthy words all made her core throb with need.
“I don’t want you to,” she breathed. “I want it as swift and hard as you can go.”
He winked at her. “Whatever you desire, sweetheart. But first, you come.”
Slicking the tip of his cock on her wetness, he used it to tease her, circling and circling, sending waves of throbbing, tingling pleasure through her. Her legs began to tremble, and a moan escaped between her panting breaths.
“Yes,” Percy growled. “You’re so good, so ready.”
He bent forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth, and she cried out at the sudden jolt of pleasure, clutching him to her.
“Oh, Percy!”
