I flush even harder, my mind spinning with all the filthy, delicious possibilities. But I can't let myself get distracted—can't let him see how much he affects me, how easily he can turn me into a needy, desperate slut with just a few words. Not now, not when we're so close to getting out of this hellhole.
"As much as I'd love to lay here and listen to you talk dirty to me all day, we've got shit to do. So why don't you put your money where your mouth is and help me find this damn key?"
Rhyland's grin widens, his eyes glinting with a challenge. "Oh, I'll put my mouth wherever you want me to, Angel. Just say the word."
I roll my eyes but can't help but smile. "You're impossible."
"Yeah, but you love me anyway," he shoots back, his voice softening with affection.
I shake my head, my heart so full it feels like it might burst. "God help me, I do," I whisper, the words a confession and a prayer all at once.
Before I lose my nerve, I lean in and press a quick, hard kiss to his lips. "Now come on, big guy," I murmur against his mouth. "Let's find this key and get out of here. We've got a world to save and a future to plan, and I don't want to waste another second."
Rhyland grins, standing up and taking me with him. "Lead the way, baby. I'm right behind you."
Lucian
48
Idecide it's time for a little change of scenery. I mean, don't get me wrong, kissing my beautiful girl on the upper deck with the sun setting and a bunch of smelly pirates is a kink I never knew I had, but I want my sweet little cinnamon roll all to myself. So, I blur us below deck hoping to find a quiet spot where we can really let loose.
Seraphina gasps as we suddenly stop, breaking away from our kiss like she's just surfaced from a deep dive. Her hair is mussed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from my attention.
In other words, she looks like a goddamn snack, and I'm ready to feast.
"That was... exhilarating," she breathes, her eyes sparkling with excitement and lust. And then, before I can even come up with a witty response, she launches herself at me like a sexy missile, her lips crashing into mine with a fervor that makes my knees weak.
Now, I pride myself on being a graceful motherfucker, but even I have my limits. Caught off guard by Seraphina's sudden attack, I stumble backward, my foot catching on a stray rope or a coil of netting or some other pirate-y bullshit that's littering the floor. And down we go, tumbling ass over teakettle into a pile of sails and rigging and whatever the fuck else they keep in these cargo holds.
"Oomph!" I grunt as the air is knocked out of my lungs, but Seraphina doesn't seem to notice. She's too busy trying to devour my face like it's the last supper, and she's starving.
But I'm not about to let a little thing like falling on my ass ruin the moment. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. The floor beneath me is hard and unforgiving, but I barely feel it. All I can focus on is the way Seraphina's tongue isdancing with mine, the way her hands are roaming over my chest like she's trying to memorize every inch of me.
She's like a woman possessed, her lips never leaving mine as she grinds against me like a cat in heat. The feeling of her soft curves pressed against my rock-hard body is enough to make even a seasoned pervert like me blush.
Little Lucian is standing at attention, ready and willing to storm her castle. The way she's moving against me, all passion and need, is enough to drive me to the brink of insanity. I want nothing more than to flip her over and show her exactly what this vampire can do, to make her scream my name until the whole fucking ship knows who she belongs to.
"I think..." Seraphina starts, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, "I'm addicted to kissing you. I could—" She slams her lips back onto mine, her tongue thrusting into my mouth with a skill that belies her innocence. "Kiss you all day."
Oh, sweet mercifulfuck.If this is what she's like just from kissing, I can only imagine what a goddamn nymphomaniac she'll turn into once I really show her the ropes. The thought alone is enough to make my dick throb with anticipation.
"Show me more... please." Her words are like a fucking siren song, and I'm helpless to resist. Show her more? Oh, baby, I'll show her everything. I'll worship every inch of her perfect body until she's screaming my name like a prayer.
Seraphina straddles my waist, and I sit up—her nestled in my lap as my lips trail kisses and licks along the creamy expanse of her exposed breasts, peeking out tantalizingly from the top of her corset. She moans, the sound shooting straight to my dick as I work my way up her neck, nibbling and sucking at the delicate skin of her throat. My fangs ache—needing to taste her—I won't bite her, not yet. Not until she begs me for it. And from the way she's writhing against me, I have a feeling that won't be long.
She's grinding on my cock like she's trying to start a fucking fire, and it's taking every ounce of my self-control not to come right here and now, like some overexcited teenager. But I won't. I can't. Not until I've given her the pleasure she deserves.
My hands slide up under the hem of her skirt, caressing the smooth, supple skin of her thighs before cupping the most perfect tight ass in my existence. She squirms on top of me, her hips rocking in a rhythm that's as old as time itself, as I continue my assault on her neck, sucking and licking until she's panting and moaning like a bitch in heat.
She grabs my face, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pounces on my lips again, kissing me with a ferocity that steals my breath and my sanity in equal measure.
Fuuuuck,she's so needy and demanding, and I love every fucking second of it.
I lose myself in her, my tongue dancing with hers in a primal tango of lust and desire. Her taste, her scent, her fucking everything is driving me to the brink of madness, and I never want it to stop.
"Lucian... more." Her plea is like a command from the heavens, and I am but a humble servant eager to obey. With an agility born of centuries of practice, I untie her corset, the damn thing falling away, exposing the most perfect breasts I've ever seen.
Holy handfuls of heaven! These luscious mounds are like two perfectly ripe cantaloupes begging to be squeezed and savored. And perched atop each glorious globe? The most delectable, rosy little nubs that are practically screaming, "Suck me, lick me, worship me!"
