“Tell me, sweetness, what do ye want?”
“I want…I want ye to…”
“Suck on your nipples?” he murmured, sucking one into his mouth.
“Oh…” Her back arched.
He chuckled against her flesh, delighted in her innocent reaction, her pure expression of pleasure and desire.
She raked her nails down his back, thrusting her chest upward. He answered her call for more, teasing her relentlessly with his mouth against her flesh.
He moved upward and buried his face against her neck, caressing her thighs up and down with his fingertips, tugging the sheet higher and higher.
His pants grew tighter and tighter as his cock engorged. He’d never been harder in his life. What was it about this lass that gave him this reaction?
He couldn’t wait any longer to touch the center of her. Shifting to the side, he trailed a hand over her hip, across her flat belly and to the triangle of soft curls covering her core. He moved his mouth to her lips and kissed her gently, teasing her lips as he teased the folds of her sex with his fingers. He found her pleasure bud and stroked over it with his thumb. Faryn moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking upward. He smiled against her mouth, continuing to stroke her pearl as he moved two fingers to slide inside her wet warmth.
She was tight, so damn tight, against his fingers. His cock jumped as he imagined burying himself to the hilt within her. But before he did that, he needed to show her the pleasure he’d promised. He wanted to feel her flutter and clench against his fingers, feel her writhe and pulse beneath him, hear her cries of pleasure before he took her. He wanted to hear her tell him that she wanted him. That she needed him.
Needed. Where had that come from? He’d never wanted anyone to need him before. No indeed.
Even scarier was that it wasn’t just a want for her to need him, he neede d her to need him. Wraith thrust the disturbing thoughts aside and focused on the woman beneath him. Her hips moved against his hand as he stroked. Her moans were more frequent, her breathing erratic. The walls of her slick sex grew tighter and tighter as she clenched her muscles.
Then, there it was. The flutter and clench against his fingers that he sought. She writhed beneath him. Fingernails raked down his back, her mouth open against his as she shrieked her pleasure.
Wraith did not wait for her to recover. Instead, he demanded she look at him. Her eyes opened slowly and something jerked inside his chest. Her gaze was passion filled, needy.
“Noir… I…”
“Shh… Just tell me ye want me,” he whispered.
“Aye, aye, I want ye,” she said quickly.
He unlaced his breeches, too desperate to be inside her to yank them off all the way, only releasing his engorged arousal.
“My legs,” she protested. “I want to wrap them around ye.”
His blood surged at her words, and he was eager to have her long, soft legs wrapped around him.
He’d forgotten all about her legs being tied up. Forgotten all about their audience as well. Someone stepped forward and freed her legs, which she lifted her legs tentatively and curled around his hips.
There was a spark of panic in her eyes that made him wonder if she hadn’t been aware of their audience after all. He leaned down, their gazes still locked. “Look at me, Faryn. Only me.”
She swallowed, her lower lip trembling but still she nodded, eyes fastened on his. Wraith pressed his forehead to hers, kissed her lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth to still her trembling.
“Will ye say it again, lass?” he murmured.
“Say what?” Her fingers on his shoulders trembled.
“What ye said before,” he urged, not wanting to put the words in her mouth, needing her to realize that she had desired him of her own accord.
“I want ye?” she questioned.
“Aye, that.”
“I want ye.”
“Och, but ye dinna know what that does to me, lass. Tell me ye need me. Ye want me inside ye.”
He licked at her mouth, pressed his hips against hers, his shaft teasing her folds. Her eyes started to roll back and she let out a soft moan, rocking her hips with him.
“Aye, I need ye. I want ye inside me.”
Finally, the moment came where he placed the tip of his arousal at her entrance. Wet, slick, hot…
He gritted his teeth in ecstasy as he slowly inched forward until he reached her barrier. His forehead pressed to hers—he wanted to thrust deep inside but had to go slow. He pressed forward. She was tight. Heaven help him… He’d never experienced the pleasure of loving a woman as he did now with this blonde-haired beauty. He wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged lightly. She nipped at the skin of his shoulder and he buried his head further against her neck, sucking at the skin pulsing with her heartbeat.
He sank a little deeper. He’d bedded a virgin once—so long ago he’d nearly forgotten, and now wasn’t the moment he wanted to remember, but he’d yet to feel Faryn’s maidenhead—and he should have already. Perhaps he remembered wrong and her maidenhead was in a little farther. Soon…he’d be there soon, and then he’d have to drive home, quick and easy as to lessen the pain of it. Inch by inch, painstakingly slow, he plunged a little deeper.
The walls of her center pulsed around him, stretching, and she moaned against his ear. He wouldn’t be able to stand the torture much longer.
Faryn arched her back, tilted her hips up and thrust against him, impaling herself all the way.
There was no breach, there was no cry of pain.
What the—?
One thing was for damn sure, Faryn was no virgin.
C H A P T E R F I V E
W raith’s eyes popped open and he tried to meet Faryn’s gaze but her eyes were closed tight against flushed cheeks.
“Are ye all right?” he asked, just in case he had in fact torn through her barrier and not been aware of it.
“Aye.” She blinked her eyes open, hazy with desire and wonder. “Please, dinna stop.”
Starting into her eyes, Wraith pulled out slowly, then just as slowly eased back in. Faryn moaned, her head falling to the side, legs clenching tight around his hips, and her hands roved over his back.
As much as he wanted to stop, to question her further, he couldn’t. His desire for the lass was overpowering. Beneath him, she lifted her hips encouragingly. It felt too damn good. To hell with questioning. He plunged deep inside her, withdrew and drove home again. He gripped her hips, tilting them farther upward as he plundered deeper inside her treasure.
He shouted out encouraging words, her answering cries leading him to a point of no return. His control was lost. On the outskirts of his consciousness he could hear those around them moaning with delight, cheering on the pirate as he took what was his. But that mattered not to him. What mattered was this woman in his arms—that she was a perfect bedmate for him. A match to his lusty desires.
He would enjoy taking her back to her family. There would be many nights upon his ship for him to do this again and again.
Faryn tightened up around him, her back arching as once again she found climax. With four final thrusts, Wraith grunted deep inside her.
They stilled on the bed, both of their breathing labored as they came down from the heavenly height of pleasure.
Bones of the sea devil, what had just happened? Wraith buried his face in the crook of her neck and worked to gather his breath. Never before had he lost control with a woman as he had just now.
FARYN JERKED HER HEAD UP, EYES WIDE AS SHE STARED AT THEIR SURROUNDINGS. THE BLOOD DRAINED
from her face and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out in surprise.
How could she have forgotten where they were?