I swear to god, the gods, the seas, and the winds that the night sky never sparkled the way her green eyes did just then. I could spend my whole life chasing after the feeling of watching joy alight her from within, and I would never find a similar novelty on any shore. Pirate, aristocrat, fiancé, they could call me whatever they wanted as long as she called me hers.
I’d fight to hear her laugh that carried on the snowy winds straight into my weak heart every day she kept me by her side.
“It’s an improvement. Everyone likes mine better,” she said.
“I’m putting my flag back up the moment I get back tomyship,” I said.
“That might be difficult considering I burned it for the abomination it was.”
The growl that broke from my chest was frustration and need. She was infuriating, and she was mine. The urge to grab her and throw her over my shoulder was louder with every beat of my heart, but even the Siren might feel the need to intervene if I burst through her doors like that.
Plan B then.
I released her and grabbed her hand, tugging her hard enough that she yelped as I dragged her into the Siren. It was late, and most of her patrons were across the street at the mermaid or in their beds upstairs, but a few lingered. True to her nature, no one batted more than an eyelash as we moved up the stairs, Rose giggling behind me like I wasn’t about to ruin her.
The creaking stairs gave way to the landing, and just a few more steps, we were in front of the room we’d shared two years ago.
“What a romantic.” Rose grinned.
Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, and her eyes danced with anticipation. The breathless quality to her words and the rapid rise and fall of her chest were all carefully catalogued away in my mind. I never wanted to forget this version of her. Carefree, reckless, chaotic. Everything that made her Rosamund Bailey.
Pushing open the door, I had a total of two seconds before she slipped in behind me and pushed me against the closing door. Her hands gripped my waist, desperation clinging to her eyes, but there was one problem with her show of dominance.
I raised a brow, fighting my smirk.
“A little short, don’t you think, Princess?”
Eyes flashing, I should have known better than to underestimate the woman before me. I half expected her to crawl up my body and devour me, but instead she dropped to her knees, holding my gaze like a beacon in the night.
Fire raced along my spine as I read her intent. The world went still as she worked at my sword belt, once clumsy fingers now deft beneath the seas’ tutelage. Sword falling to the floor, she began working on my pants, and now I knew her affliction of not breathing was contagious. My chest refused to rise while she was wearing that hungry smirk.
My cock strained against my pants, an aching hollowing me out. I watched as she finished her devious work and admired my length as if she were in the British Museum. I swore to god that I’d do whatever she asked if she ended this torture. The need I felt for her was killing me, and it took all my control not to thread my fingers through her hair and bring her mouth to my cock.
“I think I’m tall enough,” she hummed.
The earth shook as she lowered her head and licked her tongue from shaft to tip, eyes burning into mine. Power jolted through me and straight up my back. How I remained standing was a mystery. Running her hands up my legs and over my thighs, she wrapped one around me and squeezed gently.
Fuck, this was a torture worse than anything Newgate could conceive. If she didn’t put her pretty little mouth around me, I would combust into a thousand particles.
“Something wrong, Captain?” she asked, swirling her tongue around the tip.
God, this woman.
“Rosamund,” I begged, voice raspy.
“Say you missed me,” she ordered.
My cock twitched as she licked along the sides one after another.
Cruel woman.
“I missed you.” I pleaded.
I was rewarded with her mouth, but only for a brief second, tongue dancing around me. When she pulled back, I realized I was beginning to lose coherent thought.
“Say you won’t leave me again.”
Despite the heat and need that commanded me, I was not immune to the desperation in her voice or the way her eyes lost some of their heat. A game quickly turned real by the thoughts that bounced around in the chaotic mind.
