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A dark laugh left him, one that was quickly throttled to a groan as she pumped her hand down and then back up. At this rate, he wasn’t going to last. She drew him back to her, lining the tip of him up with her body, and when her calves pulled tight against his buttocks, he had no choice but to slide into her warm, willing heat.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned as the exquisite pressure enveloped him.
She felt like goddamned paradise.
“Are you well,” he whispered when he was fully seated, her walls clenching around him in erotic, needy pulses. He definitely wasn’t going to last.
“Harder,” she said. “Like in the woods, but keep your eyes on me. I want you to do this as if it isn’t a mistake. Like you know exactly who I am and whose body is bringing you to pleasure.”
He froze, his confused gaze meeting hers, trying to read her expression and failing. His cock didn’t soften, but cold logic was present in his mind, ever lurking. She was right. This was different.Thiswould change everything, and yet, he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to leave the haven of her body, logic and sensibleness be damned.
“Who am I, Valentine?” she asked softly, rocking her hips up and making him lodge deeper into her.
She was a liar. A spy. A cheat. The bloody Kestrel.
She was a woman. A siren. A warrior.
His lover.
“Bronwyn.” Valentine pulled back from the clench of her body and thrust back in, the slick glide making them both gasp. “Bronwyn,” he said again before his mouth took hers in a drugging kiss, their bodies grappling below in a race to completion. One hand wound into her hair, cupping the back of her head and tugging just enough for her to gasp into his mouth at his handhold. His other hand went to her hip, securing her to him down there.
He felt as though he could never let her go.
Wouldnever let her go.
Her pelvis ground up against him as if she couldn’t control herself, whimpers leaving her each time he stroked deep. Hell if it didn’t feel as though she were made for him. They both froze as faint voices filtered toward them, but not close enough to convince either of them to stop. They were out of the way as it was, and the risk of being seen in this little nook was low.
“Kiss my breasts,” she panted.
He lifted them from the confines of her bodice, his mouth closing over one of her dusky, taut nipples as a fresh surge of lust poured through him. She whimpered, arching toward his mouth and crying out when he bit down gently. He soothed the abused flesh with his tongue, and then turned his attention to its twin until she was writhing in his arms.
“I’m close.”
So was he.
Valentine slid his hand down between their straining bodies to where they were joined and angled his thumb to circle her firm peak. His hips pistoned faster, the sound of their frantic coupling loud in the narrow space as she cried out and dug her heels in harder. “Yes,yes!”
Heat lit the base of his spine while she convulsed around him, her mouth parting on a soundless scream as she shattered. It didn’t take long for him to follow into bliss, her release spurring his into completion. With a labored groan, he pulled from her body and yanked her drawers from his pocket before spending into the soft fabric.
Panting, she stared at him, laughter in those sated blue eyes. “Did you just soil my drawers?”
“They were already soiled,” he said with such a prurient look that she blushed.
***
“I cannot go back to the dining room without undergarments, Your Grace,” Bronwyn said primly, when he helped her off the ledge and tucked himself away. She smoothed her skirts and tried not to look. It was odd to see his cock in such a flaccid state, when he’d been so huge and hard and intimidating only moments before. Then again, her own body seemed to bloom and contract from pleasure in a matter of minutes as well.
She wasn’t going to lie. The sight of his male organ had snatched the breath clean out of her lungs. She’d taken him without any issue, obviously, but seeing his over-engorged length had sent her body into a mild state of panic. Thank God she hadn’t seen his size their first time. She might have had second thoughts about offering up her virginity.
But thefeelof him when he was inside her had been sublime. So thick and long that the fullness of him had penetrated everywhere. A twinge throbbed from her well-pleasured center and a blush heated her cheeks at how wanton she’d been, propped up on the ledge like a doxy on the docks while a gentleman had had his carnal way with her.
Not that she was complaining. She’d wanted him, too, with a hunger that had shocked her. The salacious images in her head during their walk had been summarily banished for her own sanity, but they’d seen her bent over the ship’s railing with him plowing her from behind. This way had been infinitely better.
Bronwyn secured the pins in her hair that had come loose when his fingers had been buried in the strands. Heavens, had a little hair-pulling ever felt so wickedly divine? She sniffed and smoothed the tendrils away from her flushed cheeks.
Desperate for space and clarity, she cleared her throat and exited the alcove, walking to the rails at the rear of the ship to enjoy the cool sea air coasting over her hot, damp skin. “That was an interesting way of marking your territory.”
“I beg your pardon?” She felt him join her and she glanced up at him, a shuttered stare meeting hers.
