“Set a course for the Crystal Caves.”
“But the Neverstorm?—”
Hook whirls on him, and Smee seems to cave in. “I mean, Aye Captain!”
Hook pushes me into his cabin and slams the door behind us. He’s on me immediately, his hands roving my body and yanking at my clothes. My shirt is already ripped at the back—he must’ve done it when my wings sprouted. He makes quick work of it, tossing the rags to the floor as he grabs my waist band and tucks his fingers in, then drags my pants down to my shoes. Before he finishes taking them off, he presses his mouth to my sex.
I moan, my knees going weak as he knee-walks me to the bed. When I sit, he strips me the rest of the way, spreads my legs, then buries his face between my thighs. I yelp, his onslaught sudden and shocking. He doesn’t hold back. His tongue licks allof me, and my hips jolt. He grips them, his shoulders pushing my thighs farther apart as he devours me.
Falling back, I lie on the bed, my wings beneath me as he presses his tongue inside me, then licks to my clit.
“Look at me, lass. I want to see your eyes roll back when you come.” His voice is gravelly and raw, his gaze on me as I stare down at him.
He goes back to my clit, flicking it again and again until my thighs begin to shake. Then he uses the broad side of his tongue to lick me, speeding up until my body winds so tightly I think I might break. That’s when I release, his name on my lips as I arch from the bed. He doesn’t stop, his mouth drawing more pleasure from me again and again as the orgasm seems to roll through me like thunder. My toes curl, my fingers gripping the blanket, and my mind swimming in bliss as he gives me exactly what I need right where I need it.
“Eyes on me!” he snaps before sliding two fingers inside me.
I let out a keening sound, my entire being wrapped up in James Hook as he pleasures me. When he seems to curl his fingers at just the right spot, my orgasm falls off another cliff, sending me splashing into the waters below as I writhe and take every bit of sensation he offers. He groans against my wet flesh, his tongue still working me through every aftershock, every spasm that sends jolts of fire through my blood.
When he finally pulls back, he stands and looks down at me. He reaches behind him and grabs his shirt, pulling it over his head in that particularly masculine way. Then he unbuttons his pants. When his cock pops free, I wet my lips.
He shucks his pants all the way off and stands naked before me, his body sculpted by years of life at sea and scarred from a multitude of violent deeds. He’s a work of art. Perfection lives in every marred bit of him, a broken thing that I can’t help but love. Completely. Irrevocably.
“There’s that look again, lass.” He strokes himself slowly, a bead of come forming at his tip. “The one that makes my blood burn for you.”
I meet his gaze, that deep blue of secrets and desire. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again, lass.” He crawls between my wet thighs, his cock sliding along my sex. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.” I lean up and kiss him.
He growls into my mouth and grips my hips, yanking me to the center of the bed. “Again,” he says against my lips.
“I’m yours.”
With a smooth thrust, he pushes all the way inside me. I gasp, my fingers going to his hair and twisting the soft strands.
“There you are, lass.” He pulls back and fills me again, his thick cock almost too much to take. “My woman.” His kiss seers my mouth as he rocks in and out of me, his thrusts steady and hard, the sound of our skin meeting again and again loud and erotic.
I move with him, lifting to meet him, taking him so deeply that it almost hurts. Even so, I want more. I want everything.
He leans back, his eyes on me as he puts one hand at my throat, caging me as he works himself in and out of me. He cups my breast with the other, kneading it then pinching my nipple as hiseyes rove over me. “So goddamn beautiful.” He thrusts harder, and I reach up and brace myself against the hull.
His impacts send tingles through me, heightening my arousal and tightening everything inside me. I keep my eyes on him, on the beautiful soul that lives inside his villainous heart.
He squeezes my throat, then leans down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth. When I feel his teeth, I arch, my body humming with pleasure. He bites me again, then switches to the other, his tongue hot on my skin, branding me before his teeth sink in, giving me pleasure and pain in the perfect amounts.
I grip his shoulders, feeling him flex with each push and meeting him with my own movements. When he slows and grinds against me, hitting my clit just right, I wrap my arms around his neck. He reaches behind me, careful of my wings, and pulls me up, having me straddle him as he thrusts up inside me.
Face to face, our gazes locked, we move as one, breathe as one. I feel everything.Everything. His mouth takes mine as he grips my hips, working me up and down his shaft at a hellish pace.
I feel my spring coiling again, the heat building until I’m consumed with the need for release.
“James!” I cry his name like a fervent prayer.
He throws me down and thrusts deep inside me, then grinds just right. I come hard, my sex clenching and releasing as my entire body floods with bliss. Euphoria. He looks down at me as I moan his name, the orgasm pulling me under the waves and setting me free again and again.
His cock hardens even more, and he pushes deep as he groans, his length kicking as he releases inside me.
