His other hand found its way to hers.“I know.You’ve stolenmy heart.”
“That’sawful, Isaac.”
“You deserve worse.”
She laughed, hooking her chin against his shoulder.Withtheir hands still entwined together, she sent their arms on a journey down herbody—through the valley of her breasts, the furry grassland of her abdomen,and, finally, the sodden heat of her thighs.She pressed his hand to the hoodof her sex, and Isaac did not dally with the task.His fingers rubbed aroundher nub, kneading her lips in circling motions.The rocking of her hips beganto falter.There was a sharp breath, a tightening grip.
“Don’t stop.”
“Is that my knight’s command?”
He felt the growl travel through his body.Her chin left hisshoulder, and, as she rose to her full height again, his head was forcedbetween her breasts.There was no effort required to keep him there.
“That’s my squire,” she said, now fucking his hand as muchas his cock.“That’s my—”
The ship lurched with a wave, perfectly timed with a stroke.He had never been deeper before.
“My squire.”
His hair was a mess of hot breath and kneading fingers.
“My—oh—”
A wet, burning friction.The rocking came faster.
“Oh, Isaac.”
His arm wrapped around her waist.Her arm wrapped around hisshoulders.Their hands were still together, down below.
“Isaac.”
His face buried deep, an entire world of warmth and fur andsmell.
“Hey.”
“Z.”
“I’m—”
“Yes.”
“Hm?”
“Hm.”
“Hm!”
It was all she needed to hear.The rocking came even faster.She bent down, hooking her snout against his head.There was a growingpressure.Isaac had been so focused on her that he’d almost forgotten thiswould happen.
There were hot breaths.Hot skin.A burning heat betweenthem.
Cold, salty air, dripping from wood and lantern.
Hands together, searching for grip.
Fur and scars and warmth.
Her voice.Her smell.
