Page 50 of Pirate's Intent
Before she could respond, he sliced from her cleavage all the way to the bottom of the dress, then did the same to her thin petticoat, leaving her bare. He growled with approval, feasting his eyes on her flesh, his gaze lingering on her breasts.
She tried to keep talking, to keep his mind distracted from what he ultimately sought, but lost all ability to think when he touched her. Lightly sometimes, a little rougher at others, as though experiencing something he thought long lost to him. It was a strange mix of anger and cherishing that had her arching into his touch. Seeking more. Needing it like she needed air to breathe.
“Luke,” she whispered, pleading for something...more. She craved his kiss, his lips, already addicted to them though she’d had but a sample.
Yet, as she suspected would happen, he did not give her such but pleased her in other ways. He licked, nipped, and kissed first one arm then the other, hitting all the sensitive areas others would have ignored. She shivered and groaned, barely aware of him pulling off his pants but wholly aware of his sizzling hot cock when it brushed her belly.
Trying to feed the ache between her thighs, she struggled to press against it, but he kept her away, his eyes turbulent. “I had sworn to myself I would bind you so tight you never moved again, but I prefer to do things differently this first time.”
First time? Did that mean what she thought it did? And should she truly be so eager? His touch lit her on fire, but he tended to leave a great deal of pain in his wake. Not of the flesh but most certainly of the spirit. She knew she had no one to blame but herself, but sometimes, especially after experiencing that kiss, she wished he had turned back all those years ago.
She wished he had not taken no for an answer.
He squeezed her breast, then began tasting it as he had her arms, savoring the sensitive flesh. He pulled an aching nipple into his mouth and feathered his fingers across her stomach in just the right spot.
“Oh,” she cried out. Pleasure fanned everywhere, and she arched into him. Many a night, she had envisioned feeling this again, but even that did not do the real thing justice. He knew her body better than she did. Where to touch. What to lick, kiss, or bite at precisely the right moment.
Luke knew how to drive her close to the edge, then pull her back, hurt her and please her all at once until she said their special word to stop him or drive him on. He had always listened in the past, making each time better because she felt safer.
She knew there were boundaries if she needed them.
He suckled the other nipple, twirling his tongue around its pebbled surface as he made the same swirling motion with a finger down her belly, pelvis, then lower, teasing, not quite touching her hungry channel. Close, closer, but no matter how much she strained, the rope kept him just out of reach.
“Please,” she whimpered, breathing harshly, squirming as she teetered on the edge then drifted back from it again. She pleaded that he not hold back. “Don’t do this...not right now.”
“Was that not what you said in one of your letters, though?” he whispered against her skin, nipping her inner thigh, blowing across the sensitive flesh of her nether region. “To bring you to the edge again and again but never let you go over.”
She tried to sift through his words, sensing a certain alarming familiarity to them. “Something you did many times,” she murmured. “That is nothing of note.”
“But it was.” He flicked his tongue once through her folds, then a particularly sensitive area on her hip. “Because it did not end there. It went much further.”
Suddenly, he was gone, leaving her caught in an unsatisfied limbo, needing him with a ferociousness she had never felt before. Why was that? What triggered it so strongly this time? She watched him through half-mast eyes while he lengthened the ropes considerably. What was he up to?
It never occurred to her she might be able to fight him off.
That she might break free.
Mainly because she simply did not want to.
“You do not remember your taunts in that letter, do you, tease?” he growled. “They were very cruel to say from such a distance. So taunting, it’s a wonder I did not kidnap you years ago.”
She struggled for memory until he flipped her and forced her to her elbows and knees.
Then it all came back.
“Ah, you remember now, don’t you?” he murmured. He knelt behind her and grabbed her hips. “You played a risky game writing such naughty, depraved words.” He slapped her buttocks then massaged away the sting. “Anyone could have intercepted that message. Just imagine what would have happened then?”
When she tried to rise, he pushed her back down to her elbows and slapped her arse again, a little harder this time. “Move again, and you will not like the consequences. After all, I still have that scroll and a ship full of lusty pirates that will do my bidding.” He curled over her and ran his fingers between her legs. “Men that will gladly watch us, rubbin’ themselves the whole time, eager for some. Then have a turn at ye themselves.”
As he knew she would, her traitorous body thrummed at the idea. Not so much being taken against her will by others but by being watched. Yet in that missive, she had taken it that far, giving those other pirates more opportunity than Luke in the end.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed. “I read that letter so much I’m surprised it is still in one piece.”
He leaned back, so he could admire the view, spreading her cheeks, rubbing his cock enticingly along the crevice, his voice hoarse with need. “So bloody beautiful.”
“Tell me what you said,” he prompted. “And I might let you have a say in this.”
When she didn’t respond, unable to find her voice, she was so aroused, he curled over her and murmured in her ear, using the stern tone she had no choice but to obey. “Tell me what you said, my little tease.”
