The rigging creaked noisily as even the ship demanded Meghan give their master what he sought.
Her eyes glittered with tears and love.
“There is only you, August. I want only you.”
He buried his mouth between her legs. Sliding his hands under her buttocks, he eased her hips, nudging her closer so he could better worship her needy center.
Tensing, arching her back, Meghan’s hips undulated, moving of their own volition. She spread her legs for him.
His pulse beat like a drum in his ears.
How trustingly she opened herself to his claiming.
He licked her. He lapped her. Over and over.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and, while he ate her, she moaned and undulated against him.
Molding and squeezing the graceful globes of her bottom in his hard, callused hands, he plied her center with his tongue and lips. He sucked and licked all the delicious wetness that seeped down her thighs.
Meghan stilled.
He pressed his tongue to that most sensitive place.
Meghan splintered.
“August!” she screamed his name over and over again, sobbing.
While her tears fell, he scrambled to position himself at her center. He nudged the head of his shaft inside.
“This is going to hurt, love,” he groaned. “Only for a moment.” He prayed.
“I am ready.”
Her words emerged a plea.
Culross slid himself deep into her warm, wet heat. Digging his elbows hard into the mattress to restrain himself as his body begged. Every inch deeper he slid, her channel gripped and squeezed him.
Tossing his head back, he pushed himself home.
“Meghan!”
“Liar!” she cried. “It is—please, do not stop.”
His laugh came out a sob.
Their bodies moved as though the rhythm had been ordained for them alone.
His breath came in great billows as he struggled to breathe while she bucked to get closer to him.
His groan began in the base of his soul and shook their joined bodies.
“Meghan.” He rasped her name. “Meghan.”
“Please!” she sobbed. “Please!”
Driving himself onto his elbows, August leveraged himself deeper inside.
“Au-August!” she gasped.
