Page 58 of Pirate's Intent
So it was that she married on a pirate’s lap with a hearty erection waiting for her the moment everyone cleared out. Straddling him, she grabbed the rings and sank onto him with a ragged sigh of relief. Near painful pleasure curled in her womb then fluttered out as she moved. As she immersed herself in the feel of his burning shaft inside her. The way it stretched her and guided her to its will.
Her eyes drifted shut, and she groaned, rolling her hips, feeling him everywhere, racing closer and closer to a pinnacle. There, almost, she struggled for breath then...
He flipped her and pulled away.
“Did you think it would be that easy, my little sinner?” he murmured, strapping her down. “What fun would there be in that?”
So it was, and as it should be for their first time as man and wife, that he took her in a way that satisfied both their dark and loving sides.
There was something wickedly delicious about feeling the intimacy without being able to touch him. She relished the long, thorough kisses then drowned in the erotic torture of having no control.
It was a sinful combination of taboo and poignant love.
On and on it went, him tasting, teasing and nipping, driving her to the edge only to pull back. When he finally came between her spread thighs and thrust deep, she was gone, crying out in the freedom of climax and lack of control. He waited for her to come down, kissing her all the while, before he began moving.
Yet for all his patience, her pleasure had been his torture, and his thrusts came hard, territorial, hungry, until he released a strangled roar and let go, taking her with him once again.
Then it was all a blur of intimacy and loving, sin, and ecstasy.
Every scroll was read, and many fantasies lived out thanks to his contraptions.
Theircontraptions.
She awoke on the evening of the third day to discover Luke gone. Something she thought nothing of initially. He had gone on deck several times to check on his men. This time, however, he was gone too long. So she slipped into a dress he had provided, compliments of a wench no doubt, and made her way on deck only to find it considerably cooler. Her heart leapt into her throat when the first thing she saw was a Royal Navy ship in the distance.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, putting a hand to her chest, fearful for Luke and his crew.
“Oh, God, what?” came a soft voice moments before Luke wrapped a cloak around her shoulders from behind and murmured in her ear, “It is done.”
“What’s done?” Then she realized what he meant. She bit her lip, afraid to hope though he seemed happy when she turned. “You received a Royal Pardon?” She gazed around the ship at men going about their business. “All of you did?”
“Yes.” He shook his head. “I am no longer a pirate.”
“But you will always be Luke.” She rested her hand on his chest. “And you will always be my husband.”
Desire flared in his eyes. “As you will always be my wife.”
Lost for a moment, more than ready to be carried back to bed, it suddenly occurred to her she had no knowledge of her sister. “Where’s Rose?” She bit back panic, ashamed that she had barely thought about her over the past few days where worry should be at the forefront. “Have you heard anything?”
“I have,” he assured. “More so, I saw the signal off the coast of the Carolina’s that all was well.”
“Signal?”
“Yes,” he replied. “Thomas and I have done it for years by tying off a yellow ribbon to a tree to communicate. I had a man row closer to Ocracoke Island, and his signal was there, Hannah. The one we hoped to see.”
“That Rose is all right?”
“Most definitely,” he replied. “And that Big Devil and his rats are no longer a problem. Thomas is readying his ship and will be following soon.”
She blinked back tears of relief. “You are sure?”
“Never more positive.” He pulled her close. “Soon enough, we will all unite in Plymouth and start life anew.”
“Will you miss it?” she said softly. “Will you miss your life of piracy?”
“No,” he said with more assurance than she expected. “It was a means to an end. One that was always you, Hannah. Or so I hoped.” He squeezed her backside and pressed her against his unfailing erection. “Besides, there is plenty of excitement ahead.”
“I imagine there is.” Her eyes slid from his cabin to him. “They let you keep your ship then?”
