Page 27 of Pirate's Intent
In the end, a bit of the old him came through after all.
“Though it is not in my nature to ask but take what is willingly given to me,” he said, his voice hoarse, strained, “I will for you, Rose.” He trailed his finger along her jaw, then down her neck. “Is this what you truly want? Here. Now. With me.”
Her body was alive, thrumming with anticipation. Needy in a way it had never been before. Desperate for how he could make her feel. While she could tell him she was still a virgin, she chose not to. She didn't want to speak of her marriage and the past, but be in the moment with Thomas. Think only of him and how he made her feel. She wasn't afraid but eager. Excited. Ready to embark on a sinful adventure.
She stared at him and tried to speak but could not. So she tried again and managed on a strangled groan, “Yes, now...please.”
That’s all he needed. He whipped her shirt, pants, and shoes off before she could utter another word. In fact, there was no time to even feel shy before he spread her legs, and his mouth was between her thighs.
Her pirate adventure became something else entirely when his tongue found her soft folds. He consumed her with a ravenous need that shot overwhelming pleasure through her. Exquisite sensations that forced her to feel everything...to completely lose herself.
She gripped the bedding, released strangled, foreign sounds, and arched. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, catapulting her forward without her say. She was at the mercy of pure sensation, lost in feelings she was completely unfamiliar with but wanted far more of.
When he groaned against her in bliss and suckled more hungrily as if she tasted delicious something unfurled inside her. Something dangerous and addictive. It built rapidly, consuming her before a blazing swell of sharp euphoria tore through her so strongly she cried out and pressed against him. She sobbed with pleasure, lost in the heavy throbs pulsing through her.
“Rose,” he murmured, kissing his way up her stomach. “Are you ready for me, darling?” He kissed and licked and blew against her sensitive flesh, only heightening everything she felt. He repeated what she had said. “Are you ready to do what we should have done long ago? Are you ready to—”
“Yes,” she cried, not herself but lost in how he made her feel. Desperate to reclaim the years they missed. All the love they let go. The love they gave up.
He never fully undressed but yanked at the top of his breeches, freed himself, and came between her thighs. The time for asking permission was done. The time for saying no was never truly part of this.
“Thomas,” she whispered, gazing into eyes she never thought she would see again, aware of nothing but him.
“Rose,” he whispered back. His gaze lingered on hers, and he cupped her cheek before pressing forward...before finally doing what she had long waited for him to do.
Though she felt a pinch of pain, followed by discomfort as he stretched and filled her, it fell away as swiftly as it came when his lips touched hers. When he took her somewhere only he could. His kisses were long and lingering, deeper by the moment before he shifted his hips and moved.
After that, she was taken on a journey so much more exciting than the pirate stories of her youth. So much deeper than the most heartfelt tale she had read. Nothing touched this. Nothing even came close when he thrust, and took her on a sensual adventure far beyond words.
In, out, over and over until the swelling sensation became so strong, she had no idea what to do but give in and let go. If she cried out, she never heard it. If she sobbed, she never felt the tears. All she knew was that somewhere in all the wonder, she learned what it truly meant to be a woman.
What it meant to give herself over to pleasure.
She was vaguely aware when Thomas pressed deep and released a strangled groan of pleasure upon release. Everything else was a blur of ecstasy as she went somewhere made of pleasure and perfection, and most certainly the love of her life.
Awash in an untouchable afterglow, she drifted off and didn't wake until morning light came through the window, and Charles pounded on the door.
“Cap’n.” Instead of saying his reliable, ‘trouble’s afoot,’ he said something almost more damning. “Ye’ll be wantin’ to surrender then?”
ChapterEleven
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HE STUMBLED FROM THEbed, yanked his clothes on, and went to open the door but stopped when Rose spoke. “What is it, Thomas?” She sat up in bed. “What is happening?”
She had never looked more beautiful than she did now with her hair tousled and her skin aglow from their lovemaking the night before. His gaze drifted to her beautiful, bared breasts. They were everything he had imagined. Everything about her was from start to finish...most especially finish.
He had never felt anything like her nor loved so fiercely.
“Thomas?” she persisted. “What is going on?”
He raked a hand through his hair and shook his head, unsure what to say. He was supposed to have already talked to her about this. Not been swayed by lust when he asked her what she saw for her future.
To let her know he’d already made a decision about his.
But then how could he have known she would be so bold? She had proven herself a feisty bit back on Ocracoke Island but still. Who would have thought she would ask him to bring her to bed like that? To finally utter the words he had been waiting so long to hear?
“Just stay here, Rose.” He tied his hair back and bounded up to the main deck. While he wanted to explain everything to her, he owed it to his men to lead them through this final leg.
