Page 131 of The Sea Witch
“You’re a pirate,” he said with a rakish grin. “So plunder me.”
Sitting back, she managed to peel off his coat, and his waistcoat, before removing his shirt and throwing it to one side. His upper body bare, she indulged herself, running her hands over his shoulders, down the lengths of his arms, along his chest. His markings stood out boldly against his skin. She ran her tongue along them, tasting the brine of his flesh and basking in the steady stream of curses that flowed from him.
“The upstanding, dependable naval sailing master,” she murmured with approval, “undone at last.”
His eyes flashed. “You think you cannot lose control, Captain Tanner?”
“I’d like to see you try to make me, Mr. Priestley.”
The world spun and she was on her back, splayed on the chaise, as he loomed over her. His face was taut and his eyes dark.
“Never offer me a challenge, Captain Tanner,” he said, his voice rough. “Unless you want to provoke me.”
“What’ll you do?” she taunted. “Navigateme to death?”
His lip curled. “I’ll discover your geography, Captain. Without andwithin.”
Before she could hurl a retort, his lips were on hers. He braceleted her wrists with one hand. With the other, he tugged off her breeches, stripping her as effectively as a hurricane stripped a tree of its leaves. She was completely bare now, her naked flesh pressed between the silk of the chaise’s cushions and his body.
His gaze fell to her lower abdomen. Gently, he touched the coin-sized marking on her belly, a small figure of a bow and arrow. “What’s this?”
“A symbol of Artemis,” she explained breathlessly. “The Virgin Hunter. A spell painted on with henna. It prevents me from conceiving.”
“You cannot—”
“Not so long as Artemis’s mark is upon my skin. There’s no danger of pregnancy.”
His pupils widened. “I can come inside of you.”
“I damn well insist upon it.”
She pulled her wrists free from his grasp and dug her nails into his shoulders. Their mouths met once more.
He trailed his hand down between her breasts. He paused long enough to toy with her nipples, rousing them into taut points, before gliding down her stomach and going lower. Astheir kiss lingered and heightened, he sifted through the hair between her legs, then continued on. He stroked the seam of her sex.
She pushed her hips up, desperate for a deeper touch.
“A cartographer must discover every part of the geography, Captain.”
“Enough of this survey, Sailing Master,” she snarled. “Touch me.”
He licked into her mouth. “Is that a command?”
“Ben,now.”
She cursed with pleasure when his long finger delved between her lips, and his oath joined hers. “Fuck.”
In response, she arched up again. His rough fingertip grazed her clitoris, and when she moaned, he stroked her there again, and again.
“Mark me,” she urged, “like an animal marking its mate.”
He dragged his mouth from hers. He skimmed his lips along her jaw, and down her throat. She gasped when he bit her neck, just as she wanted.
As he did this, he sank two fingers inside her. His thumb caressed her clitoris in time with the pumps of his hand. She lifted her hips in encouragement and he worked his hand faster, fucking her steadily as he stroked her clitoris. The sharp sting of his teeth on her neck only heightened her pleasure.
The climax struck her. She bowed up with a cry.
Yet he didn’t stop. If anything, her release only urged him on, his efforts strengthening as he relentlessly chased her pleasure. He growled when she cried out with another orgasm and another.
