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Love.
On some level, she knew it had always existed between them, but she had no idea how intense it could be. How it swelled as her arousal swelled. Every thrust seemed to make the feeling expand, surrounding her in a glow that swept her away.
So much so that she wept as his thrusts increased.
Limbs slid against limbs and sweat slicked their bodies as they made love. Both out of control and in control all at once, she wrapped her legs around his waist and took him even deeper. He, in turn, thrust harder still, often rolling his hips just enough to fan the flames of her arousal even more.
Engulfed in pure erotic sensation and boundless desire, she grabbed his arse needing all of him, everything, until he thrust once, twice then locked up with a strangled groan. There, with him all the way, she went over the edge, and her body let go. She trembled, her pleasure heightened even more by the feel of his hot seed coating her womb.
While she was lost in waves of ecstasy she never imagined possible beyond her darker side, he whispered desperate words in her ear.
Words she had no idea she’d longed to hear until now.
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“Idolove you, Hannah,” he whispered in her ear, the words worshiping, said from his heart. “I always have.”
A soft smile curled her lips, and she nodded, tears still trickling down her cheeks. He took one on the tip of his tongue before it vanished down her neck. Then he gently brushed the others away and pulled her into his arms. There was no need to ask why the tears were there. He knew what she had just discovered. A piece of herself she had no idea she possessed.
“What do you think of intimacy now?” he asked softly. “Done in a most normal fashion.”
Not that there was anything normal about lying with her. The feelings she invoked were profound. A level of passion that surprised even him.
“It is...worth doing many times over.” She rested her cheek on his chest. “Does that make me normal, though?”
“I don’t think it fair to put a label on what is normal,” he replied. “The things you crave are part of you. They make you who you are.”
“Who I am?” She propped up on her elbow and met his eyes. “I would not trade what we just did for the world and hope to do it again,” her eyes drifted to rings, “but my darker cravings are still there.” Her gaze returned to him. “What does that say about me?”
“That you are a perfect match for me, my little tease.” He grinned then grew serious, cupping her cheek. “Why must your cravings be considered dark? Because they are different? Not what proper society would approve of?” He shook his head. “You might be surprised how many people are like us. The secrets perfectly presentable people harbor.”
“Do you think?”
“I know.”
“I imagine you do,” she murmured and lay back, sighing. “So I am a woman with secrets.”
“That is often the best sort.” He propped up on his elbow and considered her, hoping she could see the same possibilities as him. “Could that be a life you embraced?” He gestured at the rings and ropes. “Those.” Then he gestured at them. “And what we just shared?”
“A life I embraced?” she said softly, her eyes with his. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, would you want all this?” It was bold, but he did it anyway. He placed his hand over her womb. “And this?”
Startled, she blinked several times and whispered, “I swear, sometimes you can read my mind.”
He dared not hope. “Then you have given it some thought?”
“Children? Of course.”
“With me?”
She stilled and eyed him with uncertainty. “We both thought of children at one time, but...” Her eyes narrowed. “What precisely are you getting at?”
“Us, Hannah,” he murmured. “You and me...at last.”
Her eyes widened a little. “But you are a pirate, and I am...” She frowned. “Well, I do not know anymore. The only place left for me in this world is with my wretched uncle.”
