“Am I?” she teased, raising her hips then sliding back down his length.
A low moan slipped from his lips as she repeated the motion, finding a slow, steady rhythm. “That and more.”
His hand trailed up her leg before settling on her hip. Calloused but gentle fingers teased her skin as she rode him, relishing in the feel of his hard length filling her, sliding in and out of her sodden heat. Completing her, bringing her to the edge of something wondrous.
He slid his hand along her belly, angling down until his thumb found the sensitive nub between her legs. One slide of his calloused finger across her clit had her clenching around him. “Ah! Don’t!” Sweat broke out on her back and between her thighs.
“You don’t like it?”
“I—” She loved it, needed it. But holy elders, what it did to her. He’d send her tumbling over the cliff of pleasure far too soon. He teased it again. She screamed, bucking against his hand, ramming down on his cock.
“Come for me, love.”
That thumb, oh gods. Not yet, not yet, but oh—His cock surged in and out, meeting her rhythm pounding into her from below. He stroked her clit, faster, harder, bearing down.
“Come for—”
“James!” Orgasm tore through her. Her eyes rolled back. The room blurred. Everything was sensation, rapture, glowing white light that surrounded them until all she knew was the feel of James deep inside her, pushing her pleasure on, stoking the fire he’d started and watching her burn with it. His consuming gaze was locked on her as she returned, the sinful, gentle planes of his face lit by her glow.
He swore softly under his breath, his focus never leaving her face.
“James.” His name was a plea, a bare, breathless whisper on her lips. She reached for him, falling toward him though they remained joined, her hips softly rolling against his like waves on the sea.
He sat up, meeting her halfway, and pulled her against his chest until she was sitting in his lap. His lips crashed into hers. The kiss was everything: salvation and damnation all at once. Her arms slid over his shoulders. Her hands twined in his hair, gliding through it as she kissed him back with an intensity she could never have predicted. Skin on skin, his breath in her lungs, his manhood still lodged within her—and it still wasn’t enough.
James pulled away from her greedy mouth, trailing kisses along her cheek, the line of her jaw. His stubble scratched her cheek as she took his earlobe in her teeth. “Tink.” Her name was a hoarse whisper.
And then he moved in her again. Tink panted, her breasts pressed against his chest as he rocked against her, sliding in and out in gentle pursuit. A knot of desire began to twist tight within her core once again, building toward another explosion of pleasure. Oh, how he worked her, as if he’d known her body forever and knew just how to touch her, where to flick his tongue against her neck, how to tickle that spot on her back with a brush of his hand below her wings, and just how to slide his cock so it thrust against that extra-sensitive spot within her.
She’d been needy, eager to draw out their pleasure, but so close to release she couldn’t stop from tumbling straight over the edge. But he was patient, diligent, forcing her to come on him, to relax, and join him in this slow, sensual joining that was just what she needed but didn’t know she wanted.
But though a pirate loves the rock of the seas, he never takes his eyes off his aim for too long. James picked up his pace, fucking her with eager thrusts. She’d never get enough of him. The way his thick cock claimed and stretched her in the mostdelicious way. Each pump of him within her only pushed her pleasure higher, building it back to that precious precipice just out of reach. She wound her legs around him, shifting the angle of his penetration. She gasped at the new sensation. He moaned into her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there.
Tink met each thrust, rocking her hips, urging him deeper within her as she clutched him for dear life. Her hands fisted in his hair as another orgasm ripped through her. James slammed into her, wringing a screech of pleasure from her that echoed through the room. Then his hand was on her ass, grabbing her, lifting. He groaned as his cock slipped free with a wet pop. He gritted his teeth, his body jerking under hers as he reached his own thunderous peak.
Her core ached at the loss of him as the last of her orgasm subsided. He panted, his forehead pressed against hers, his fingers still digging into her soft backside as he clutched her to him. Steaming breaths mingled together as each of them slowly came back to the moment, recovering from a high stronger than pixie dust could ever deliver.
James placed gentle kisses along her neck and collarbone as their breathing evened. Only then did she notice the room was bright as day, with small particles of dust floating in the air. Her wings had never glowed so brightly. Never.
Only for him.
He collapsed on the bed, bringing her with him. Tink slid to his side, one leg still tangled over his. “That was…” Her hand trailed down his chest. There were no words.
James brushed a lock of hair back from her face, tucking it behind her pointed ear. “Perfection.”
Tink smiled and placed a kiss on his chest.Perfection, yes, that was the word for it. Thunder boomed outside, as if echoing their sentiment.
“Am I going to be lost for days breathing in…” He gestured to the motes of dust in her slowly dimming light. “This?”
“I shouldn’t think so.” The real dust, the kind humans paid a fortune for, still clung to her wings. “This is…” Her lips quirked. Truly, she wasn’t sure what to call the stuff. “Well, it’s notthatkind of dust.”
Hook trailed his knuckles along her cheek. “Good. Because if I’m to be lost with you, love, I don’t want to forget a moment.”
Chapter 23
Hook
Three days on the sea. Three days since he awoke with Tink curled against his chest.
