“You saved me,” he said.
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry at his raspy words. “You’d have done the same for me.”
“Yes.” He leaned in, an arm on either side of her. “But I’d rather die than lose you.”
His words crashed against her like a wave. She wobbled on the stone.He’d…he’d die…for me?But then, she’d almost done the same for him, and she would again. Somehow, this pirate had managed to steal something she never planned to lose: her heart.
James shed his jacket, tossing it over a boulder. His shirt followed, then a boot. But all the while he shed his clothes, hisscalding gaze never left Tink. Instead, it roamed across her—slowly, intensely, every intention clear in his features.
“I need you.” A thick slur clung to his words. His hand scrubbed down his face. “Not the place I’d—”
Tink spread her legs.
James froze, his breeches half off.
Biting her lip, Tink trailed her fingers along her underthings—no longer wet just from the rain. “I’d have you anywhere.”
He blinked before sucking in a deep, shaking breath. Tink would swear fabric ripped as he shed the last of his clothes to stand naked before her.
She’d never tire of that sight. This proud, glorious man, confident inside and out despite the scars and injuries crisscrossing him, body and soul.
Tink stroked herself through her clothes and inched her legs wider as he sauntered near. James knelt between them until their faces were level with one another. Her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips, eager to resume their kiss.
James moved her hand to the rock at her side. A wicked grin spread across his face to join his hooded gaze.
A shiver raced across her skin as the metal of his hook slid under the hem of her underthings and pulled. Tink arched her back and raised her hips, letting the fabric fall free. Her head tipped back as cool air tickled her sensitive skin.
James guided the fabric down her legs, giving them a gentle, tingling caress as he went. Between the drumming of rain outside and the whisper of his touch, Tink was in paradise. The cold, the rock, her bruises—nothing could dim the moment. It couldn’t possibly be better…until James’s hot mouth pressed between her legs.
Tink gasped and jerked upright. The captain knelt between her legs, lapping, devouring.Holy revered elders on high!
The shadow of a beard on his cheeks grazed her sensitive skin, a contrast to the soft, slick movement of his mouth. He nudged her legs wider, and she complied, inching them farther apart. He wasted no time deepening their connection and wresting a moan from her parted lips.
Each flick of his skilled tongue had every inch of her humming in delight. A soft glow filled the cave behind them—her wings. Motes of benign pixie dust floated in the air.
“James.” She kneaded his head, unable to hold still under his ministrations.
He glanced up, his eyes ravenous and intent—a true wicked pirate captain who never failed in a conquest and wasn’t about to start now.
A calloused finger slid deep in her channel. “Oh!” Tink moaned.
He curled it inward, seeking that magical place inside her. Each thrust and flick had her nearly bucking off the rock. She abandoned her hold on him, all focus given to staying upright amid the delicious torment he wreaked upon her.
A second finger joined the first, and Tink screamed. Her vision blurred. Stars danced before her eyes.
“Aye, love.” James’s whiskers teased her thighs as his fingers pumped, wringing out her pleasure, making it last until she was nearly crying in pleasure and didn’t know which way was up.
Tink whimpered when he pulled his hand away. She’d shut her eyes amid the storm of sensations, and when she opened them, he filled her vision.
James licked his lips before wiping away the wetness from his face. Hers.
Molten fire settled low within her as her thighs clenched, only to hug his hips. The tip of his cock nudged against her entrance. She’d barely pressed her lips against his when he thrust inside of her, one powerful, all-consuming stroke.
Her body embraced him like a missing piece. A shudder had her shivering against him as she savored the fullness—completeness—of him inside her.
James tugged her hips forward until he was buried so deep it almost hurt. And then he pulled back, beginning a seductive rhythm she’d begun to know and enjoy so well. He was insatiable—but then, so was she.
Metal scraped stone as he steadied himself with his hook. His hips shifted, and he pulled out. Tink reclined on the stone, her lower back against the cool surface—a contrast to James’s warmth. Her wings fluttered free past the stone’s edge. The perfect bed for them despite the hardness.
