I stare up at him as he takes my thighs and spreads them wider, pushing them up and looking down as he feeds his cock into me again and again.
“Fuck. Oh my fucking hell. Just look at you. Pink and slippery, taking every inch of me. Your cunt was made for me. Only me.”
I moan and grip the edge of the desk. So many sensations are coursing through me, pleasure chief among them. When I stare up at him, at the strain on his handsome face, at the way he watches us join together, I can barely catch my breath. And when he licks his thumb and presses it to my clit, I cry out.
“That’s it, lass. Give me everything. I want this pretty slit to milk every bit of come from my cock.” He strokes me faster, the ferocity of his hips growing as he pounds into me, shaking the desk and sending pleasure skittering all along my skin. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His voice breaks, his gaze capturing mine. “I’ve dreamed of you, lass. Only you.”
I can’t catch my breath, can’t focus on anything but the way we’re joined.
He swirls his thumb faster, bearing down just right, and I let go. I come on a loud cry, my body releasing, pleasure rocketing through my veins and frying every nerve ending with bliss. It rolls, a hard, thumping orgasm that curls my toes and steals my breath. I’ve never felt this, never given myself to another person. Hook takes me, slamming into me harder and harder as my sex squeezes him, my orgasm still falling over me in drenching waves. I moan and arch, and he watches me, his gaze burning into me as he claims me with vicious, animalistic strokes. It sends me higher, more waves cresting and falling as he wrings me out, taking my pleasure and giving it back to me again and again.
He surges deeper and lets out a low groan, his hands squeezing my waist as he releases inside me. I feel his cock kicking, his body surging into mine as my orgasm matches his, our shared pleasure writ large on his face as he holds my gaze. Every muscle taut, he grunts, shoving so deep into me that the desk scrapes along the floor.
“That’s my good lass. Take every last drop.”
I moan at his filthy talk, at the way he feeds into my desire with every look, every touch. He yanks me to him, sealing us together, his cock embedded deeply as he finishes and my body takes what he gives. I let go of the desk and put my hands in my hair, pull the strands close to my scalp as I’m overcome with so much sensation.
My waves begin to slow, my body awash in warmth as he sucks in a breath, his eyes wild.
When the last aftershock is gone, I can only look up at him. He’s leaning over me, his palms flat on the table, his eyes on mine.
My head is swimming with what we’ve just done, with the mind-blowing orgasm that even now echoes through me.
He reaches down and grabs the nape of my neck, pulling me to him and kissing me.
I’m limp, barely able to sit up, and I’m already a little sore between my legs.
When he pulls out, I wince.
“Are you hurt?” He stows his cock and scoops me into his arms.
“I’m all right. I can walk.”
He carries me out of the study and up the stairs. Everyone is still outside having a good, violent time, so we go unseen—though I’m certain we didn’t go unheard.
“Was it your first time?” he asks as he skips my room and carries me into his.
“You could tell?” I feel suddenly shy, which is ridiculous since he was just inside me.
“No, not really. Just a feeling.” He takes me into his bathroom and turns on the faucet to his tub.
“Yes,” I say quietly. “You’re my first.”
He kisses my crown. “Your only, lass.”
I drop my head back to look up at him. “Don’t go getting ideas.”
“Ideas?” He kisses me. “Not at all.” He talks between kisses, his mouth a wicked instrument. “I told you.”Kiss. “I take what’s mine andneverlet go.”Kiiiissss. “And you’re mine.”Kiss.Kiss. “You’re a pirate’s greatest treasure now, lass.”Kiss. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”Kiss.
I could get used to this. For the moment, I put aside all the doubts, all the questions, all my myriad worries. I want to be his. I want to be right here in this moment, safe in James’s arms as we bask in each other.
“I suppose that means you belong to me, too?”
He smirks. “Iknewyou’d make a good pirate.”
“Good pirates state ownership?”
“Good pirates know what pieces to leave and which ones to collect. I have an eye for quality, lass.” He slides my dress off my shoulder again and runs his finger around my nipple, sending a tingle to my sore spots. “Like this right here. Quality.” He leans down and runs his tongue along it, making me gasp. “And this.” He slides his hand lower and cups my sex. “Top quality.” Then he kisses my forehead. “And nothing beats what’s in here, lass. Nor in here.” He kisses my breast over my heart.
