Page 55 of Devil of the High Seas
She arched her back, and he moved one hand to her neck, fisting her hair, while the other hand cupped one of her breasts and gently squeezed it. He withdrew and thrust back in.
“Tell me you aremine.”
“Yours.” Josephine could only pant the word as she fell through a waterfall of pleasure into a sea of colored stars.
Gavin began to move faster and harder. He made her climax go on for what felt like forever before a second one chased it. She couldn’t even scream. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the songs of the parrots above them serenaded her through peaks of pleasure while warm water cradled her body. The thrust of his hips made soft splashes, and she could only take what he offered and bathe in the beauty of what he made her feel. Josephine’s body sang with pleasure. Her channel would be sore from his vigorous claiming, yet it was beautiful to be so wild and free, to let herself feel every second of her love for him.
When she thought she could bear no more, he withdrew from her and switched the positions of their bodies. Now he sat on the underwater rock ledge and she was straddling him. He impaled her on his cock, making her cry out at the sensitivity, and silenced her with a kiss before he raised her up and down on his body. He let her ride him while he sucked at one of her breasts again, letting her feel the blissful sensations of him inside her and the tug of his mouth at the same time.
A softer climax rolled through her, and she knew she was crying as tears dripped down her face to her chin. Gavin kissed away each tear and murmured soft words of comfort that she could not comprehend because she was too overwhelmed by her love for him.
Soon, she drifted to sleep in his arms, his shaft still deep inside her. When she woke much later on, she found herself dressed and being carried in his arms. He was walking back through the forest toward his home.
“Gavin?”
“Yes?” His low voice carried an indulgent tone she’d never heard before.
“I... I don’t actually know what I was going to ask you,” she admitted.
He chuckled. “It seems I wore you out, my darling. I want to sleep in our bed. I have plans to make this evening.”
She didn’t like the sound of that. “Plans?”
“Yes. I want to take thePixieto Sugar Cove and find a vicar to marry us. I assume that’s all right?”
“Yes,” she said, a little surprised. “Shouldn’t I go with you? Wouldn’t that be easier?”
“No, I want you to stay here—for two reasons.”
Now she was the one who chuckled. “You and your reasons. Very well, let’s hear them.”
“First, I wish to marry you here, on our island. And second, if I have the misfortune to run into your brother or mine, I don’t want them to take you from me. If you’re here, I stand a better chance of getting back to you without losing you. Not even Dominic knows I live on this island.”
“Oh, well, that does make sense. When will you leave?”
“Tomorrow, if I can.”
Disappointment pricked her heart. “So soon?”
“The sooner I leave, the sooner I can return to you.”
They reached the house, and a smiling Jada met them at the door, holding it open for them.
“I hope you actually showed your wife the island,” she teased.
Embarrassed, Josephine struggled to make Gavin put her down, but he ignored her attempts.
“Don’t fight a man when he insists on carrying you,” Jada said with a chuckle. “I’ll send dinner up for you two. I imagine you still havemuchto discuss.”
“We do?” Josephine asked as Gavin started up the stairs while he still held her in his arms.
“We certainly do, wife. Namely, how many times I can make you come apart in my arms.”
She gasped. How could he talk so openly about something so scandalous?
“Mrs. Castleton, you saved me from a deadly squall—tell me you are not so timid now?” He smiled at her teasingly just as they reached what she assumed was his bedchamber.
“It’s just... Oh, never mind.” She sighed as he deposited her on the bed.
