Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
I grin at her. “I can’t help what I am.”
“And what are you again?” she asks in a coy tone, a brazen look coming across her bright blue eyes.
“A Brethren,” I tell her, getting to my feet. “A pirate,” I say, walking around her chair until I’m in front of her. “Your lover.”
I drop to my knees and start running up my hands up her calves. “Your worshipper,” I go on.
She gasps and looks behind her at the tavern, the lights are still on and patrons are still drinking inside. “Someone might see.”
“Let them see,” I tell her gruffly, my cock already painfully hard at the thought. “The whole world should know how dearly I make you come.”
Then I flip up her dress and her petticoats and bury my head between her legs.
She lets out a loud gasp which she tries to cover up with a cough and I attack her savagely, my fingers on her thighs in a bruising grip, spreading them apart, my mouth meeting her cunt with hunger.
“Oh gods,” she cries out softly and bucks her hips up to meet my face.
“Such a hungry little monster, aren’t ya?” I growl into her, my tongue sliding up and down in hard quick passes, from her swollen heat down into the wet depths of her. I eat her like I’m a starving man and the truth is I’m always ravenous for her. She’s never not on my mind, never not being craved by both my heart and my cock.
I’m beyond lucky to have found this creature, this woman, this soul that belongs to my soul. She and I are the same, two worlds come together until we’ve created one of our own, a world we carry with us no matter where on the seas we go. We will never be apart, we will always be one.
And I will always make her see the damn stars.
“Ramsay,” she says, panting. “Oh, I’m going to come.”
I grin into her, making sure to thoroughly work her now, my fingers getting involved and fucking her deep while my tongue and lips suck her clitoris into my mouth and then she’s pushed over the edge. Her body jerks and trembles, thighs squeezing the side of my face and if anyone is watching at this moment they’ll see a lady of high standing acting as if she’s been possessed by the devil.
But nay, it’s not the devil.
It’s just me.
Captain Ramsay “Bones” Battista.
CHAPTER 45
Maren
It feels amazing to be back on the Nightwind again, out on the open sea, the blue water churning in the ship’s wake below the aft balcony where I’m bent over the railing.
It also feels quite amazing to be thoroughly taken by Ramsay from this position.
My dress is hitched up around my waist and he’s completely nude, gripping my hips and thrusting his cock in me from behind, buried into the hilt. The sea air whips my hair back as his balls press against me, our skin hot.
“Such a gorgeous view,” he rasps, the raw lust in his voice making me even wetter than I already am. “Your arse, the ocean, I’m not sure which one I love more.”
“It better be my arse!” I tell him and I attempt to look behind at him but he raises his palm and lays a hard SMACK against my rear.
I cry out, stiffening from the shock of pain. He certainly doesn’t hold back when he thinks I deserve a spanking, and I often deserve quite a few.
“What have I told you about talking back,” he mutters playfully.
“You told me it gets you hard.”
“Aye, that it does.” He pauses before laying another WHACK of his palm on my rear. “But what doesn’t?”
Another smack lands down, my skin stinging, and then he’s pushing himself in deeper, his grip on my hips becoming a vice as I’m thrust against the railing. With the railing freshly rebuilt, there’s a chance he might fuck me right into the ocean, but given that’s my second home and I can swim as fast as the ship, that’d be fine with me. So as long as he doesn’t leave me on the edge of climax.
“Come for me, luv,” Ramsay murmurs into my neck, picking up on that thought. He slips one hand around the front of me and under my dress, fingers sliding over my sensitive flesh, creating currents of heat that radiate outward.
He is so exquisite. How I love this man.
I let out a groan. “Gods, I—”
“Merchant galleon!” I hear Thane’s voice boom from the deck above, interrupting Ramsay’s urging. “Fresh for the taking! All hands on deck!”
Ramsay pauses mid-thrust. “They’ve spotted a galleon already? We’re not even that close to Acapulco yet.”
I expect him to stop fucking me at that but he keeps going instead, his pace quickening, driving in deeper, harder.
“If you don’t come right now, I’ll make you come,” Ramsay threatens me.