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"Yes. Yes. Harder." She pleads, voice choked and raspy.

The cabin fills with her moans and the sound of our skin slapping together as I fuck her harder, faster. I talk the whole time, telling her how pretty her stuffed cunt looks and how I am going to fill her and then lick her clean and fill her again. When she comes the second time, I follow, slamming deep, pumping her full until it leaks around my shaft onto the sheets.

It makes me lose my fucking mind.

I kneel between her pale, trembling thighs on the silk duvet, resting my hands firmly on her hips to keep her from sliding away. Her white dress is bunched all the way up to her ribs, exposing the flat plane of her belly, the curve of her waist, and the porcelain skin of her thighs. Her breasts heave under the thin cotton, her nipples tight points pressing against the silk. Her small hands clutch fistfuls of the sheets above her head, her knuckles white.

The scarlet ribbon is still tied around her eyes, hiding the cloudy green I would burn the world to protect.

"Romeo, please," she whimpers, her thighs trembling as they twitch against my hips, instinctively trying to close and hide from my gaze.

"None of that, Kitten," I growl, bringing my open palm down on the inside of her right thigh with a small, tight smack.

The sharp smack cracks through the quiet stateroom, leaving an instant blush of pink on her pale skin. She gasps, her back arching off the mattress, but she does not fight the command. Slowly, trembling with need and embarrassment, she lets her knees fall open until she is spread wide before me.

God, she is breathtaking.

Her clit is swollen, glistening with slickness that drips down the crease of her ass, soaking into the dark sheets beneath her. I slide two calloused fingers through her wet pussy, gathering her cream before bringing my hand up to my mouth. I lick the moisture clean from my fingers, letting her hear the wet, heavy sound of my tongue.

"Sweetest thing I have ever tasted," I purr, leaning down until the rough stubble of my jaw grazes her swollen cunt.

Iris lets out a strangled shriek, her hips bucking off the bed, but I plant my hands on her hips, pinning her firmly to the mattress.

"Be still, Pet. Let me worship what belongs to me."

I flatten my tongue against her core and take a long, slow lick from bottom to top, swirling the rough tip of my tongue around her clit before drawing the sensitive bud into my mouth.

She loses every shred of composure in an instant. Her fingernails dig into the wooden headboard, her hips rolling desperately against my face. High, ragged moans spill past her parted lips, filling the cabin with sweet sounds that make my cock jerk violently against the sheets.

"Yes, right there! Oh God, Romeo, please!" she cries, completely abandoning the cold defiance she wore on the deck.

"Say it," I demand against her drenched pussy, vibrating the words directly into her clit as I slide two thick fingers knuckle-deep inside her dripping cunt. "Say who owns this sweet body."

Her walls clamp around my fingers with bruising force, milking me as I pump into her, curling my fingertips to hit that spongy spot that makes her vision go white.

"You do! You! Romeo, please let me come!" She cries out, so beautiful as she breaks for me.

"Good girl," I praise darkly, picking up the tempo, thrusting harder and sucking faster until she is writhing beneath me, completely undone. "Give me everything, Iris. Drench my mouth."

With a shattered cry that scrapes her throat raw, her body detonates. Her inner muscles clamp around my fingers in violent, rhythmic spasms, pulsing as she squirts warm liquid across my lips, my chin, and my cheeks. I drink every drop I can, licking her sensitive flesh clean while her hips slowly sink back down, her limbs turning to water.

I slide my fingers out of her tight cunt and sit back on my heels, breathing hard as I wipe the back of my hand across my jaw.

Iris lies there in dazed exhaustion, her red curls spread across the dark pillows like a halo, her lips swollen and glistening. A faint, blissed-out smile touches her mouth before she remembers herself, her brow furrowing behind the scarlet ribbon.

"You're an evil bastard," she whispers, her voice hoarse and husky.

"I'm your bastard," I reply with a low smirk, leaning down to press a slow, tender kiss to the corner of her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips.

I pull the cashmere blanket over her trembling body, tucking her in until only her face and shoulders are exposed.

"Rest, Kitten. You've earned it."

A quiet knock at the stateroom door shatters the heavy intimacy between us.

Sofia's head shoots up from the velvet ottoman, her pointed ears standing erect, but she does not growl. It is Enzo's knock: two quick raps, followed by a heavy thud.

I button my shirt as I cross the cabin, unlatching the stateroom door and stepping out into the narrow hallway, shutting the wood firmly behind me so Iris cannot hear.