He smirks. “You do that to me. Sent me straight to hell, you did. And when I saw that bloody coxcomb with his hands on you—” He bares his teeth.
“I’m here now.” I kiss him again and spread my thighs farther apart, his hard cock pressing against me in just the right spot. “I’m here.”
“Never again.Never. I’ll die before I’ll let him touch you again.” He kisses my cheeks, my forehead, the tip of my nose.
“It’s not as if you had a choice.” I want to soothe the beast inside him, the part that seethes and roils. “I’m the one who walked right into his trap.”
He glares down at me. “You did, lass. You ran away from me.” He plucks my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down lightly.
“No.” I gasp when he rocks his hips against me. “Notawayfrom you. I was only trying to steal the fairy dust from Geo so I could?—”
He pulls back. “So you could what?”
Shit. I was about to say ‘fly away from Neverland,’ but with the thunderclouds gathering on his forehead, I realize that is the completely wrong answer.
“You wanted to leave me for good, lass?” His voice drops lower, flirting with lethal. “Is that what you planned?”
“I wasn’t—ah!” I can’t think when he moves against me. Each stroke builds a fire deep inside me, one that’s swirling in a circle with tighter and tighter rotation.
“You aren’t leaving me, lass.” He runs his teeth along my jaw line. “I won’t let you. I ought to spank you—and I will soon—for even thinking it.”
“That’s a bit, um, kidnappy, of you.” I gasp when he bears down, grinding on me just right.
“I’ll do worse than just kidnap you.” He skims his tongue down my throat and licks my jugular before pressing his teeth into me. “I’ll tie you to this bed and have my way with you in a million depraved ways. Your pretty mouth, your tight cunt, that perfect little asshole that I’ll fill with my come—all of you. I’ll give you so much pleasure it feels like torture, lass. I won’t stop. Not until you realize this is where you belong.”
“With you?” I’m so close, my body primed to burst in sparks.
“With me. Forever, lass. You and me.” He surges against me, and I cry out as my orgasm fractures through me.
He takes my mouth, swallowing my moans as my body rides the sensation of bliss, the complete unwinding of me. I let it all go, like a piece of ribbon blowing in the wind, the ends free and floating. He takes it all from me—my fear, my pain, my endless fatigue—he takes it and gives me heat instead. I want it all, everything he has to give. Peter has drained me, but James Hook has done nothing but fill me up. With trust. With love.
When I finally come back down, he smooths his rough palm along my cheek. “Better, lass?”
I take in a deep breath and let it out. “Better.”
He smirks. “I don’t mind a dry fuck, but I’ll be honest, I can’t wait to be inside your hot, slippery cunt again.”
“You talk such absolute filth, James Hook!” I laugh and press my lips to his, then have to stop so I can laugh some more. “Total sailor mouth.”
“You love it, lass.”
“I do.” I moan as he rolls me over and snuggles me onto his chest again.
“I knew you would. Your mother told me you had a prudish streak that hid something a bit more saucy.”
I groan. “She did? She said that?”
He nods. “I suspect she was right on that score.”
“I can’t believe you two talked about me like that.” My cheeks flame hot as I bury my face in the crook of his neck.
“I was starved for news of you. Always wanting to know more and more. The more I learned, the harder I fell. I loved you before we ever met, lass.”
Once again, I can’t find my words, couldn’t catch them even if I had a butterfly net and a head start. Hook always has me on my back foot, now more than ever.
He squeezes me lightly and kisses my crown. “Rest now, lass. You need it.”
“I do.” I can’t argue it. My body is worn out, but my mind keeps going back to Peter, to the horrors he’s wrought on me.
