“Tell me.” I grip his shoulders, demanding he yield to me. “Tell me what you wished for.” I kiss him, tasting him and biting his lower lip as he pulls me against him.
One of his hands strays through the slit of my dress and goes to my ass, and he lifts me with ease, wrapping his other arm around my back as he kisses me with unbridled fervor.
“Tell me.” I let my head fall back as he kisses my throat, his teeth nipping as he sucks the spot below my ear. “Please, James. Tell me.”
He carries me to the desk along the wall of maps and swipes his arm across it, sending everything to the floor as he sets me down. Then he hikes up my skirt, grabs my panties and wrenches them off, the fabric tearing and falling to the floor as he spreads my legs, his hips between them as he kisses me again.
I run my hands along his chest, my body on fire as he reaches for his belt. I’m delirious from his kiss, and all I can think about is how I want more. More of him.Allof him.
“Tell me.” I whimper as he frees his cock and runs it along my wet slit. “James.”
He yanks my hips to the edge of the table, his cock head pressing at my entrance. “I give nothing back, lass.Nothing.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I’ll never give you up. You are my treasure.”
I press my palms to his cheeks, my entire being focused on him, on this moment. “What did you wish for?”
“I wished for love.” With a thrust, he slides into me. He swallows my yelp of surprise, then pushes himself all the way in. I gasp, my body adjusting to him, to the thickness and the sudden sensation of being filled in a way I’ve never experienced before. “And the island gave me you.”
ChapterSixteen
To what extent Hook is to blame for his tactics on this occasion is for the historian to decide.
Tears swim in my vision as I hold onto him.
“Lass, are you all right?” He kisses my tears away, then takes my mouth.
“I’m … I’m …” I move my hips and moan. “I want you.”
My words seem to light an even brighter blaze in him, because he pulls back and rocks into me hard. His body is tense, every muscle strained as he goes slow, working his cock into me again and again as I get used to it.
It’s not what I expected at all. I thought it would hurt. It doesn’t. It’s … different. I move my hips and whimper at the rush of sensation it sends through me.
He grunts when I move again, my body adjusting to him.
“So goddamn tight.” He pulls my dress from my shoulders and cups one of my breasts, then drops his mouth to my nipple and sucks it as he continues to thrust, working himself deeper and deeper.
I feel a little pinch and gasp.
He stills, his eyes meeting mine. “Lass?”
“Slow.” I kiss him, his mouth taking mine roughly, hungrily.
“I can’t.” He presses deeper. “I can’t go slow with you. I never could.”
I wriggle, my body focused on the heat building between my thighs as he cups my breast and kisses my throat.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against me. “So beautiful, lass. Can’t go slow.” He thrusts harder, sending shocks of desire through me.
It feels so strange, but it also gives me pleasure in ways I’ve never experienced.
“I need you.” He returns to my mouth and thrusts back and forth, sliding inside me as I dig my heels into the backs of his thighs. I grow wetter, his movements more slippery, my body desperate for more.
“That’s my good lass. Take me in. All of me.”
I move with him, and when he’s fully inside me, his body grinding against mine, I can feel my orgasm building.
“James,” I gasp, my eyes on his.
He rocks into me, hitting my clit with his strokes. “That’s it. Don’t hold anything back from me.” He splays his palm on my chest and eases me back onto the desk.
