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The time for words and sentiment was over, and all that was left was blazing, blinding need.
Her mouth opened for him without hesitation, and she groaned as his tongue stroked hers, savage and demanding, every inhale filled with spice, making her hungrier for more of him. Forallof him, though she knew it would never be enough.
His fingers trailed from her ass up her spine, then back down again, the sensation causing her body to buck. Causing her to tangle her fingers in the silk strands of his hair and kiss him harder, but Keris broke away from her mouth. His lips brushed her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ears, and Zarrah panted, the sensation almost more than she could bear.
And then he moved lower.
He kissed fire down her throat, then over her collarbone, pausing only to catch hold of the hem of the shirt she wore, pulling it slowly upward, the feel of the linen brushing over her peaked nipples nearly sending her over the edge.
The ship plunged over a wave, and she nearly lost her balance. Keris caught her around the waist to steady her, the shirt slipping from his fingers to the floor.
He held her at arm’s length, drinking her in. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes on. The most beautiful thing I’ve seen in all my life.” His blue eyes were dark with a mix of lust and sorrow and something she knew they both felt but hadn’t put words to. Might never put words to, for to do so might be their undoing.
And she’d had enough with words. Enough of being seen and not touched. She wantedmore.
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his coat in her haste, and she tore the garment from him and cast it aside. His dark laugh filled her ears as she moved on to his shirt, nearly tearing it in her desperation to have him free of it.
The ship tacked west, and the dawn light spilled into the room, illuminating him with its glow. It turned his hair, damp from the sea spray, to gold, every muscle in his arms and torso appearing carved from alabaster. Her eyes tracked down his abdomen to the v of muscle that disappeared into his trousers, then to the hard length of his cock straining against the fabric. He was perfect. Everything she wanted, mind, body, and soul, but her desire was still tempered by an edge of fear, for outside this stateroom were dozens upon dozens of Maridrinians who’d see her dead just because she was Valcottan. Would see Keris dead for daring not to care about that damning fact. “What if someone comes in?”
“It’s locked.” His fingers flexed where they gripped her, sending a flood of heat through her core. “And there’s a trunk in front of the door.”
“They might still hear.”
“I suppose that depends on how loud you scream my name, Valcotta.” He let go of her with one hand, trailing a finger between her breasts and over her navel, slipping it between her thighs. She watched his eyes darken further as he found her sex hot and slick with desire. “With what I intend to do to you, everyone hearing you is averyreal risk.”
Her heart skittered, some strange, mad part of her soul relishing the risk, the adrenaline it sent coursing through her veins making her body throb, already on the rise toward climax. “Show me,” she breathed.
Keris gave her a feral smirk, then pulled her down with him onto the seat before the open window, her knees to either side of him. His mouth captured hers, biting at her bottom lip and making her whimper, her aching sex rubbing against the exquisite hardness of his cock, still constrained by his trousers.
“Fuck,Valcotta,” he groaned into her mouth as she ground against him, then he caught her wrists in one hand, pulling until her spine arched, her head falling back.
When his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking and teasing, she nearly did scream. She drove her hips against his, hunting the rising release, her breath coming in rapid pants as he switched to her other breast, his teeth catching at her nipple, biting until pleasure bordered on pain. “Don’t stop,” she sobbed. “Please don’t stop!”
His laugh vibrated against her skin, and then he let go of her wrists, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted her. Zarrah gasped, her eyes snapping wide and her hands catching at the window frame, dangerously close to falling to the violent waters that surged below.
“Trust me,” he murmured, and the feel of his breath, hot against the apex of her thighs, drove away her fear. “I won’t let you fall.”
She did trust him. With her life and with her heart, so Zarrah closed her eyes, allowing her body to sway with the bucking motion of the ship. Her knees, which he’d rested on the back of the bench, slid wider, and Zarrah shuddered as she felt his tongue stroke the length of her sex, parting her, then delving into her.
Undoing her.
She screamed his name, but the sound was consumed by the rising wind, the thunder to the north, and the crash of the ship’s hull against the surf. She let go of the window frame.
If he let go of her, she’d fall. If he let go of her, she’d die, but Zarrah felt no fear as she rode the sensation of his tongue inside of her, the sea spray icy against her overheated flesh. His mouth captured the center of her pleasure, his tongue circling her. Teasing her. Then claiming her.
Zarrah climaxed, the force of the pleasure rocking her harder than the storm-tossed ship. Wave after wave surged through her, sending stars across her vision and dragging his name from her lips. She collapsed backward, her arms dangling as she half imagined she might touch the waves; then he was pulling her back down onto his lap and into his arms.
Her forehead pressed against his, Zarrah sighed as he stroked her naked back, shivers still coursing through her as her pleasure faded. Only to be replaced by the need for more. “I want you in me.” She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. “Ineedyou in me.”
“As always, Valcotta”—he circled her nipple with his thumb—“we are like-minded.”
Behind the ship, the storm was capturing more of the sky, the sea growing more violent by the second, but Zarrah didn’t care. Barely saw the lightning dancing across the sky or the rising whitecaps as she dropped to her knees. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she unfastened his belt, then drew his trousers over his hips, her core tightening at the sight of his considerable length.
She bent her head, wanting to taste him. Wanting to give him the same pleasure as he’d given her, but Keris’s hand curved around her cheek, lifting her face. “Goddesses don’t kneel before men.” He drew her up so that her knees were on either side of his hips, his cock pressing against her entrance, the sensation making her moan even as the sight of him made her body moisten, for it was he who appeared like a god. Too beautiful for words.
And he was hers.
So she claimed him, lowering herself inch by delicious inch, watching his eyes roll back, a groan tearing from his lips as they came together.
