“Say it again, lass.” He crawls between my wet thighs, his cock sliding along my sex. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.” I lean up and kiss him.
He growls into my mouth and grips my hips, yanking me to the center of the bed. “Again,” he says against my lips.
“I’m yours.”
With a smooth thrust, he pushes all the way inside me. I gasp, my fingers going to his hair and twisting the soft strands.
“There you are, lass.” He pulls back and fills me again, his thick cock almost too much to take. “My woman.” His kiss seers my mouth as he rocks in and out of me, his thrusts steady and hard, the sound of our skin meeting again and again loud and erotic.
I move with him, lifting to meet him, taking him so deeply that it almost hurts. Even so, I want more. I want everything.
He leans back, his eyes on me as he puts one hand at my throat, caging me as he works himself in and out of me. He cups my breast with the other, kneading it then pinching my nipple as his eyes rove over me. “So goddamn beautiful.” He thrusts harder, and I reach up and brace myself against the hull.
His impacts send tingles through me, heightening my arousal and tightening everything inside me. I keep my eyes on him, on the beautiful soul that lives inside his villainous heart.
He squeezes my throat, then leans down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth. When I feel his teeth, I arch, my body humming with pleasure. He bites me again, then switches to the other, his tongue hot on my skin, branding me before his teeth sink in, giving me pleasure and pain in the perfect amounts.
I grip his shoulders, feeling him flex with each push and meeting him with my own movements. When he slows and grinds against me, hitting my clit just right, I wrap my arms around his neck. He reaches behind me, careful of my wings, and pulls me up, having me straddle him as he thrusts up inside me.
Face to face, our gazes locked, we move as one, breathe as one. I feel everything.Everything. His mouth takes mine as he grips my hips, working me up and down his shaft at a hellish pace.
I feel my spring coiling again, the heat building until I’m consumed with the need for release.
“James!” I cry his name like a fervent prayer.
He throws me down and thrusts deep inside me, then grinds just right. I come hard, my sex clenching and releasing as my entire body floods with bliss. Euphoria. He looks down at me as I moan his name, the orgasm pulling me under the waves and setting me free again and again.
His cock hardens even more, and he pushes deep as he groans, his length kicking as he releases inside me.
He kisses me again, another rough claiming of me, one I relish. I kiss him back, clinging to him as my orgasm finally rolls into echoes of pleasure, everything inside me languid and soft. He bites my bottom lip, then rests his head in the crook of my neck.
I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his ear, his jaw, his throat.
He wraps his arm around my waist and rolls over, pulling me on top of him, his cock still inside me. My wings flutter behind me, as if happy to be free.
I press my cheek to his chest, his heart thumping fast and strong.
“That was just the opener, lass.” He pulses his hips upwards, his cock still half hard.
“You’re joking.”
“I don’t joke about fucking you, Moira. I thought you’d know that by now.” He runs his hands along my wings, sending pleasant tickles down my spine.
“We still have a lot to talk about.”
“Aye.” He slides his hand down to my ass and squeezes. “We’ll do the talking after the fucking. I’m pretty sure we already agreed on that. Going off how hot and wet you are, I’d say your cunt is in agreement.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. “Ridiculous filthy pirate.” I turn my face up to his, and he kisses me. Sweetly this time.
He grabs my waist and scoots up on the bed until his back is against the wall and I’m straddling him. “Time’s a wasting, lass. I want you good and worn out before we hit the Neverstorm. I said there’d be nothing left of you, and I meant it.” He thrusts up, hitting all my tender places.
I shudder, my body going hot again as I move on top of him. His cock hardens, and I grind slowly as he cups my breasts and licks my nipples. It’s a slow, sensual dance, one that stokes the fire low in my belly.
My hips speed up, and I take his mouth in a kiss, our tongues caressing each other as I find the perfect movement to hit my clit again and again.
He runs his hands all over me, feeling my body move and returning to my breasts. When he pinches my nipples hard, I arch.
