A Pirate's Bounty (6 page)

With a curse through gritted teeth, he turned the knob on the door and slipped inside.

They’d left at dawn and now the sun blazed outside on the decks, reflecting almost blindingly from the water’s surface, but despite that, inside his cabin was dark. The curtains were drawn over the few portholes and no candles were lit.

Aware of the room like he was the back of his hand, Wraith let his eyes adjust to the change in light and then looked around. Where was she?

Soft breathing and an occasional nonsensical murmur was whispered. He walked toward the bed and found her curled up under the thick silk blankets, deep in sleep, hair fanned out like a golden halo atop her head.

He watched her. Admired her beauty. Took in her innocence. Felt himself grow drowsy with the even rise and fall of her chest.

Sleep sounded perfect. Wraith peeled off his linen shirt, had a moment where he thought being nude beside her not such a good idea but quickly tossed it overboard. They’d already made love once. What would it matter if he slept nude beside her? Hell, she herself was only dressed in one of his linen shirts.

Without another thought, he stripped down to his skin and slipped between the sheets. Lying on his side, he pulled Faryn’s warm body against his length.

He ignored the quickened beat of his heart and how his breath caught in his throat. He rested a hand on her bare hip, his shirt having risen to bunch around her mid-section. Somehow he even managed to bridle his cock, which raged hard against her soft buttocks.

* * * * *

Warmth filled her. Softness caressed her. Then hardness, stroking over her body. The scents of man and sea curled around her. She sank deeper in the blankets, completely comfortable, and relaxed into the delicious warmth and pleasure.

Faryn’s eyes shot open and she jerked against a male body.

The gasp was stilled on her breath when lips claimed hers. She was rolled onto her back and a hard male body covered her. A tongue stroked along her mouth and hands roamed over her body. She should have cause to fear, but she would have recognized the kiss anywhere, and as shameful as it was, she welcomed Noir’s kisses.

She leaned up, deepening the kiss, and curled her arms around his warm back, stroking over the smoothness of his flesh.

She spread her thighs beneath him, her knees at his hips, her cunny already wet with the need for him to sink inside her.

Noir moaned against her mouth. “You are a little vixen, are you not?”

Faryn smiled and lifted her hips up until his hard cock was cradled against the slickness between her thighs. “I only do as my master bids me.”

When Noir didn’t answer right away the warmth started to desert her. Had she said something wrong? But he kissed her again, this time gently against her lips.

“Faryn,
mademoiselle
, I do not wish for you to do only as I bid when we are together, like this.”

She didn’t know how to answer, wasn’t sure what he meant by his words. “I-I do not understand.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, his hands settling on her hips. “Do not spread your thighs for me because you think I demand it. Do it because you desire it. Do it because you desire me.”

Stunned, she lost all sense of words. She did desire him. She did want him to drive his cock deep inside her. She needed him to touch her. But what she realized then was he needed her to tell him that. He was so accustomed to women tossing up their skirts and taking him because he wanted them to, not because they had a choice. Why did he want it to be a choice with her? At the moment she cared not why, only that he did, and that she burned with a fever so hot only he could douse it.

“Touch me,” she demanded.

“
Oui,
” he growled, and crushed his lips to hers.

He kissed her senseless while pulling his shirt from her body. His hands roamed up over her ribs to her breasts, where he teased and pulled at her nipples until she writhed and begged him to suckle her. He bent his head low, taking a nipple gently into his mouth, then scraped his teeth over it and sucked hard.

Faryn moaned and tugged at his hair. Wanting more of what he had to give. Wanting a release as sweet as the one he’d given her in Orelia’s court.

“Noir, please!” she begged.

But he wouldn’t let her get away that easily. “What is it, minx? What do you want from me?”

“Oh,” she gasped as his mouth went lower, his tongue circling over her navel. “Yes,” she whimpered, not really sure what she was saying, only knowing that the feel of his tongue on her flesh was exquisite.

He moved lower, kissing the top of her mons and blowing gently on the nub that sparked pleasure.

She bucked her hips and shrieked, “No! Yes!”

He pulled back the lips of her sex with the pads of his thumbs and darted his tongue out to lap at her pearl.

“Mmm…
chérie…c’est magnifique…
”

Faryn threaded her fingers through his hair and spread her thighs wider.

Wraith lapped at her bud relentlessly, until she breathed so quickly she feared she’d faint and her legs shook and surreal pleasure radiated through her entire body. She was on the precipice, about to break apart, when he stopped and thrust his tongue deep into her cunny.

She moaned and writhed as his tongue darted in and out then swirled up to circle her nub before thrusting back into her core. She pressed her hips up and down in time with his swirling, thrusting tongue. Her head fell back and forth and she moved her hands from his hair to grip at the sheets.

But as close as she was to climaxing, he wouldn’t let her. Every time her body began to tremble and she was sure she’d break apart, he’d change his pace. Until she could no longer speak and her whole body shook with the need to come.

He pulled his tongue from inside her and sucked her pearl into his mouth, rubbing his velvet tongue furiously over and over the sweet nub. “Come,” he growled against her in demand.

With the force of seven seas, her orgasm crashed through her. For a moment she ceased to be. Life itself was nonexistent and the only thing she knew was sheer erotic pleasure as it coursed through her.

He continued to lazily lap at her sex until her tremors subsided and her legs stopped shaking.

“You are exquisite when you orgasm,” he murmured. “To see you in the moment you take your pleasure… I nearly came undone myself.”

He pushed up onto his knees, his cock jutting out long, thick and hard.

Faryn licked her lips. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given her. But she wouldn’t ask, for fear he’d say no.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice hoarse from her moaning. She pushed up into a sitting position and tucked her legs underneath her.

“What are you about,
mademoiselle
?” Wraith’s eyes twinkled. And she thought for sure this rake would know of her wicked plans.

She walked her fingers up from his navel to his chest and circled over his nipples before leaning forward and licking a tiny taut tip.

He sucked in his breath and threaded a hand in her hair.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

“Yes,” he murmured.

She sucked harder on his nipple, as he’d done to her, and delighted in the short growl he gave her. She tongued her way over to his other nipple, making sure it too got the same attention. As she sucked she could hear his heart beating louder in his chest. Smug pleasure filled her, knowing she was the cause for his rapid pulse.

Taking her mouth away from his nipple, she leaned up and kissed his lips, the muskiness of her sex scented his face and flavored his tongue. She hadn’t expected that but found it an extreme aphrodisiac. Her sex fluttered and the renewed pulse of desire flooded her cunny.

But this wasn’t about her. This was about him.

She leaned lower and kissed the flat ridges of his abdomen. He sucked in his breath.

“Faryn, wait,” he said lightly.

“What is it?” She had a feeling he would ask her to stop, so she didn’t let her mouth leave his abdomen. Instead she pressed kisses and licked at the flesh of his stomach and pelvis, driving him as insane as he’d driven her with his mouth.

“I—”

She wasn’t about to let him protest. Before he could finish talking she had his thick cock in her grip and kissed the tip.

He whistled through his teeth and moaned.

She licked the moisture that collected on the tip and stroked her hand up and down the length. She’d never sucked a man before but instinct took over.

Noir was as still as a statue, his breathing hissed between his teeth.

She didn’t make him wait any longer, instead opened her mouth wide and took the tip of his cock inside. Her lips stretched wide around him and she sucked him in farther.

He groaned a sigh and pushed his hips forward, as if he’d fought an internal battle and lost.

She opened her mouth wider and took him in inch by inch until he was buried deep, the head of his cock tickling the back of her throat. She stayed like that to tease him, her tongue stroking over the base of his cock, swallowing repeatedly so her throat constricted against his glans. Her curious fingers roamed beneath his shaft to massage the soft sac that lay there.

His breathing grew harsher and he started to pull out of her mouth but she gripped his hips and thrust him back inside.

“Yes,
mademoiselle
, yes,” he murmured.

When she saw how much he liked to thrust inside her Faryn let him pull out farther, this time until her lips caressed the tip of his penis, and then she sucked him back in deep.

His groans were deep and guttural, he whispered of the devil in a maiden’s disguise.

She moaned against his cock as he thrust deep again, her cunny now dripping with need to feel him buried there. Instead she quickened her pace. Holding the shaft of his penis, she stroked simultaneously as she thrust him deep into her mouth. One of his hands held her hair tight and the other reached over her back to play with her buttocks. He squeezed the cheeks, massaged them, slapped them and then his fingers delved into the crack before playing around the rim of her rosette.

She sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down, keeping pace with his hips as he thrust into her mouth.

His moans grew louder and his pace faster until he pumped into her mouth with vigor, and she held on to his cock and hips for anchor.

He thrust a finger into her bum. “Faryn!” he shouted, just as his cock pulsed and warm salty liquid shot over her tongue and down her throat and she drank it up, continuing to suck his thick length.

His pumping into her mouth slowed and he shook and trembled.

“Oh my God,” he murmured.

She slowly rose, his cock falling from her mouth to lie against his thigh, and she licked his essence from her lips.

His gaze bore into hers, his expression one of awe. She couldn’t quite read what it meant.

“
Chérie…
I’ve never allowed…” His voice trailed off and he pulled her against him, fell to the bed, her head on his chest, their legs entwined. “I’ve never allowed any woman to put her mouth on me.”

Faryn was shocked at his words.

“Why?” she whispered.

“It is about control for me,” he stated flatly. “When your mouth was on me…I lost all control. I let you lead me to salvation.”

Faryn chuckled. “I wouldn’t exactly call it salvation.”

Noir laughed too and kissed her on top of her head. “Sounds odd,
oui
, but believe me, it is a salvation of sorts.”

“I am glad I can bring you that.”

“Me too. I have lived in the dark for so long, and the moment you first raised your eyes to mine a warmth settled inside me. I fear…” He trailed off again, as if his emotions were too strong to discuss and he was revealing to her things he’d probably never told another soul.

Their gazes met and held. Faryn’s heart clenched. Why was he having this effect on her?

A knock at the door interrupted their locked gazes, giving them both a reprieve from whatever was building between them.

Wraith tossed the blankets back on top of her and pulled on his breeches.

“Enter,” he growled.

The door opened to several of the captain’s servants, who brought in trays of food, a jug of wine and serving dishes. With a glare from Wraith they did not glance toward the bed where she lay nude beneath the blankets and still trembling. Instead they kept their eyes on their work and then hurried to leave.

“Shall we dine, slave?” Wraith said, his lips curved in invitation. “Or did you have your fill on the first course?”

Faryn’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

“Nay, Captain, I am still starving.” She flipped back the covers, aware that she’d flashed him a bit of her naughty parts before placing her feet on the floor. A moment’s questions about how she could be so bold with this man, and how her family would surely die of shame, flashed in her mind before she shoved them away.

She sauntered to the table, her stomach growling.