“I think you will smolder quietly—until we are alone.” His eyelids lowered to half-mast. “Then you will do my bidding—eagerly.”
This time she nearly did swoon, or at least her knees wobbled. Moisture spilled from inside her.
As his fingers swirled in the fluid, he gave her a slow, predatory smile.
Heat crept across her cheeks, and she wished she had a little more self-control. She was making this too easy. “You think a lot of yourself,” she ground out.
“I have experience.”
Said so simply, she might have scoffed at another man, but she didn’t doubt him. Not for a second. He’d be the best she’d ever had. “You think I don’t have experience, or that I can’t find partners who do?”
His eyes darkened. “I think you’ve never been completely at a man’s mercy. That you’ve never been taken.”
No doubt her short, sharp inhalation told him everything. Her body only echoed the response. Her nipples contracted, the tiny buds hardening like pebbles.
Oh, yeah, he knew. His gaze dropped to her chest. “I want to suckle them while you ride me.”
Her throat closed. “You’re too tall,” she choked out.
“Interesting. You didn’t say that you’re too short.”
“Because I’m not.”
Leaning away, he pulled his wet finger from her sex and circled one nipple, then the other. Then he gripped her waist and slid her up the wall until her breasts were even with his face.
Honora flattened her hands against the wall and swallowed hard, trying to wet a dry mouth. Her belly quivered and jumped as she waited for his next move.
Dagr held her gaze for a long moment, the tension sharpening his cheeks and jaw making him more attractive and frightening. She knew she should be worried about the fact she found that so compelling, but she couldn’t think because he was closing in on her chest ...
He latched on to a nipple, growling against her skin, tasting her and letting loose the ravager, the conqueror she wanted.
Her hands clutched his hair, raking wildly through the thickness as she writhed.
Perhaps encouraged by her bucking, he sucked her hard, pulled her nipple between his teeth, wagging his head to root and suction, until she wrapped her legs around his muscled torso and hugged him closer.
Her breaths were ragged little sobs and quickening. Her heels dug into his back.
He released the nipple, laved it once with the flat of his tongue, then sucked its twin into his mouth, torturing it until her skin prickled with gooseflesh and her pussy spasmed. A long, thin moan slid between her lips.
When at last he let go and lowered her, he did it so slowly she groaned. He was letting her feel the strength in his hands, waiting while her palms smoothed compulsively along his rippling biceps.
He gave her time to acknowledge his power. She responded by gifting him with her surrender. With a long exhalation, she let her head fall back against the wall, let her eyelids drift dreamily down. Her lips parted, inviting his kiss.
He scooped up her lips and rubbed over them. His cock found her slick entrance, prodded once to find the center, and then he gripped her ass and guided her down his shaft, groaning as her tight, moist heat surrounded him.
He gritted his teeth as he buried his cock inside her. “You are every bit as small as I imagined.”
And already coming apart. She moaned and ground her hips against his. Delicate convulsions rippled up and down her channel, caressing his shaft.
He changed the angle of his thrusts and slammed into her again.
Breath hissed between her teeth, and she would have hid her face against his shoulder, but he prevented it, bending to press his forehead against hers.
“Did I hurt you?” he growled, not slowing his motions.
She shook her head.
“Don’t lie to me. Not while we share sex.”
“Not lying,” she bit out. “Just ... fuck ... it’s good.”
He smiled and kissed her hard, then crowded her against the bulkhead, holding her there. He began to dip and surge upward, fucking her hard, grinding at the end of every thrust, the powerful motions sliding her up and down the wall.
It was no gentle taking, a battle of another sort. She clawed at his shoulders and scissored her legs behind him to bounce her pussy on his cock and increase the friction.
Dagr leaned into her, his hands slapping the wall on either side of her, his hips the only thing pinning her there as he thrust deeper.
Honora’s whole body fought and clawed, her skin stretching around tightening muscles, sweat sprouting on her face and belly. Liquid pleasure rushed from inside her, hot and melting, easing him deeper while her pussy clasped him hard.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tilted back her head to let the moans, one after another, rip from her throat.
Clinging to the savage, she came hard, trusting him to see her through the darkness closing around her.
Six
Dagr couldn’t remember the last time watching another’s climax filled him with so much prideful satisfaction.
The woman vibrated as she came apart. Her head thumped softly against the wall as she arched. Her hips slammed harder to take him as deep as she could. She groaned, the sound stretching into a painful wail. Her amber eyes stared sightlessly while deep, rhythmic shudders quivered through her core. He felt the flutter of those sensual convulsions all along his shaft, milking him, drowning him in silky, slick heat.
Then her eyes closed, and her body slackened beneath him, a deep sigh escaping her lips. She fainted—leaving him bemused and so aroused his cock felt harder than the tempered steel of his fathers’ sword.
Dagr shook off the sweat dripping down the end of his nose, and stared at her blurred mouth. With the half-moons of her lids closed and a bruised blue, she looked so small and vulnerable that he felt a pang of guilt.
Until he reminded himself she was anything but a woman in need of protection, even from a warrior like himself. She was a Consortium ship’s captain, had aided in the kidnapping of his brother, and would do her best in the coming days to defeat him, perhaps even to kill him.
Which left his conscience free to enjoy their little interlude, even if it had started out as punishment for her stubborn resistance.
She moaned softly, and her legs tightened restlessly around his waist. Before she came back to herself, he cupped the back of her head and gripped her bottom to hold her pressed against his body, and knelt to deliver her to the floor, never breaking their connection.
He smoothed back the hair sticking to her cheeks, and tucked it behind her ears. She stirred and cuddled her cheek against his palm.
While her breaths deepened and her eyes regained focus, he waited.
Her amber eyes blinked dreamily, then focused on his hovering face. Her expression reflected frozen dismay.
Dagr smiled grimly and stroked into her, a coarse reminder that he was still there, still hard and poised to do so much more.
She swallowed and looked down at her hands, biting into his shoulders. She eased her grip. “You didn’t come.”
“I said I’d see to your pleasure.”
“Was that pleasure?” she whispered, sounding doubtful.
Had he hurt her after all? “You will tell me.”
“I feel anything but happy.” She blinked at a sudden wash of tears. “You captured my ship and now I’m pinned beneath you.”
“Don’t you dare to call this rape,” he said hoarsely.
She shook her head, her lips curving downward. “That’s the most appalling part. I wanted this.”
Dagr bent and kissed her mouth, forcing himself to be gentle and coax her into compliance when what he wanted to do was devour her and finish this. His cock was hard, his balls aching, but she trembled beneath him, and he wanted more than just her consent. He wanted her to acknowledge that something had happened between them, that he’d marked her, made her his.
Which didn’t make any sen
se at all.
When he drew back, her gaze locked with his. “When we’re alone,” she whispered, “will it be like this? Will you take command of me?”
Dagr liked that she already accepted they would do this again. With his body beginning to shake, he couldn’t be anything but blunt. “When we are alone, you are mine.”
“Not exactly what I asked.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“How do I answer that?” Her lips trembled. “I’m ... devastated.”
He canted his head, aligning their mouths better for the deeper kiss he placed on her mouth. He stroked into her mouth at the same time as he tunneled into her body—one quick, hard thrust—then he lifted his head. “You think I am unscathed?”
She blinked; then her eyelids dropped as she scanned his expression. “Don’t mock me.”
“Never.” A tight smile stretched his mouth. “I am pleased with you, Lady Captain.”
Her gaze slowly swept his face. “You’re handsome when you smile, even under all that blue paint. Makes me wonder what it would be like to see that smile while we’re vertical.”
A snort of laughter surprised him, and she gave him a small grin, but it quickly faded. “You didn’t come.”
“You’re repeating yourself. Are you afraid you don’t measure up to Viking women?”
She separated a lock of his hair and wrapped it slowly around her finger, staring at it, avoiding his gaze. “Do I? Measure up?”
“I had to hold back for fear I’d harm you,” he said truthfully.
A frown sank a furrow between her brows. “You shouldn’t have. I’m not fragile.”
“You lost consciousness,” he drawled.
Pink tinted her bronze cheeks, and her mouth pouted. “Only because the pleasure was more than I expected. Next time, I’ll be prepared and much less impressed.”
Dagr shook his head. He’d let her think she could control her response. She was his perfect complement. Only because he was truly more experienced had he been able to leash his own explosive reactions.
He pushed off the floor, lifting his chest from hers, but tilting his hips so his cock crowded deeper through her soft, hot channel. He wanted to go slowly, to hide the fact he was holding on by a thread, but his blood pounded against both temples and in his groin. His cock stirred inside her, quickening, swelling impossibly larger.
Air hissed between her teeth, but she didn’t wince, her mouth opened around a low, guttural moan of pleasure.
The sound spurred him on. He flexed his buttocks and thighs and stroked inside her—long hard thrusts that rammed through her tender tissues.
She moaned and hissed, her hips popping counter to his motions. He drove faster, hammering her soft, yielding flesh, the force of his thrusts scooting her across the floor until she set her hands against the wall and held firm.
Shoving his arms beneath her knees, he lifted her ass from the floor, and pulled up her hips to control her motions, digging deep for control to calm the wildness surging through his veins. He wanted more than release. He wanted her to come again, to surrender completely.
He stopped moving and dragged in deep breaths, staring down at her while she rolled her head side to side. “Dagr, dammit, move now...”
He thumbed her clitoris, feeling it harden beneath the scrape of his callused pad. Her thighs opened wider; her hips tilted. Her clit stretched past the thin hood and he plucked it, squeezing to torture the rigid knot.
“I’ve already come,” she panted, then averted her face. “You don’t have to wait.”
“I’m far from finished with you. And you will come for me again.”
She shook her head. “I don’t. I’ve never ...”
“You will.” He wet his fingertips and slid them over her the top of her folds again.
But she gritted her teeth and glared.
Dagr lowered her butt to the floor, then scooted quickly down her body, hunching over it because there wasn’t room to stretch his legs behind him. He slid an arm around her thigh, bringing his hand over her belly to spread her folds and expose her clit. Then he dipped two fingers into her pussy, gathering her moisture, and trailed his fingertips downward to rub her second entrance.
Her body jerked. “No!”
At her strident tone, Dagr gave her a glare.
Her eyebrows shot up. “What? I can’t complain if you do something I don’t like?”
“You’ve never been taken here before?” he asked, pressing against her entrance and enjoying the way she squirmed and her cheeks reddened.
“I’ve never submitted to it. It’s not comfortable.”
He wondered at her choice of words. His finger stopped moving but didn’t leave her asshole. Perhaps she needed a moment to get past the embarrassment. He lowered his face and licked at the creamy, silky fluid clinging to her folds. The tang of her arousal coated his tongue, feeding the fire building in his loins.
Her fingers dug into his scalp and pulled his hair. “I thought you wanted to conquer me. Eating a woman out is the most submissive thing a man can do.”
He snorted and gave her another pointed glare but didn’t pause in the lavish attention he gave her pussy. Didn’t she know that supping from a woman’s sex was the surest way to enslave her?
Tunneling with his tongue, he rimmed her entrance, then licked upward, centering his attention on her clitoris. He latched both lips around it and sucked it gently, testing her tolerance. When her hips trembled but didn’t jerk, he sucked harder and circled her tiny furled hole again.
She blew out a breath, but didn’t complain this time. Her thighs widened; her belly danced with excited quivers and flexes. He released her clit and feathered it, touching it over and over while he rubbed her back entrance until her hips rocked up and down and her moans trailed one after another.
Unable to wait a moment longer, Dagr kissed an inner thigh and straightened, kneeling between her legs. He held himself still while he waited for her to recover herself, for her to notice the hand he held out in her direction.
The lady captain rolled her head, then focused her gaze on him, a look of stark longing in her eyes.
How she pleased him. Even while they should be enemies, should be at each other’s throats, she forsook her pride and held back nothing.
He curled his fingers, beckoning her.
She swallowed and sat up, then crawled over to him, meeting his gaze before straddling his lap. She rose high, waited while he fit his cock to her entrance, and then slowly lowered herself, not stopping until her pussy nestled against his groin. Her lips trembled, and she pressed them together.
Again, he held still, waiting for her to decide whether her pride was more important than her need. He gripped her bottom hard, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, not urging movement, but letting her know he was ready and barely leashed.
“What is it you want? Me begging?” she asked, scowling although her voice held a tremor. “You can have me any way you want. I’m your hostage. Haven’t you ever pulled rank, used your superior strength to get what you want?”
“Have you ‘pulled rank’?”
Eyes wide, she flushed, and he wondered about that, remembering the warrior on the deck and how he’d wanted to come to her rescue. “I have never pressured a woman using my station. They come to me—eagerly.”
“Because you’re the big bad pirate?”
He snorted, not bothering to correct her mistake. “Perhaps they come to me because they know I will make them scream.”
She stayed planted on his cock, outwardly calm. However, her pussy clasped around him, giving him wet, rhythmic caresses.
“I hate that I want you,” she whispered, leaning close enough the berry tips of her breasts scraped his chest. Her eyes closed for a brief second; heat flared on her cheeks. “You want me to beg.”
“That would please me, but I will be satisfied if you only ask me very nicely for what you want.”
After a deep sigh, she leaned her face on the top of
his shoulder. “My legs are shivering. I want to fuck you, but I don’t think I have the strength.”
He petted her, smoothing a palm over her back. He didn’t have hours to spend with her, probably had only minutes before someone sought him out. After the breakneck pace of the day’s events, the quiet moment soothed ravaged nerves. “What is your name?” he whispered.
A short, muffled laugh gusted against his skin. “Honora.”
“Honora,” he repeated. It suited her. Soft sounding, but with an underlying strength. “Have you recovered?”
She tilted back her head, her amber gaze level with his, and nodded. He gripped her ass more firmly, giving her a gentle nudge of encouragement, and then she rocked tentatively forward, pulling on his length.
Dagr cursed beneath his breath, gritted his teeth, wanting to hold out a little bit longer to enjoy the feel of her moist caresses, but there was no stopping him now.
Honora moaned, her body too sensitized for her to pretend any longer that she held even a smidgeon of control over herself. Everywhere their bodies touched, her skin burned. His large cock stretched her deliciously, offering its own odd comfort.
Dagr’s hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers pulling her hair to tilt her head. “They will come for me soon,” he said, his voice tight.
“I know,” she gasped. “I’m not ready to face it. Not just yet.”
“Then don’t. Pretend there is only this.” Then both his hands gripped her bottom hard and moved her, lifting her up and down his shaft.
Her pussy was hot, already a little raw. She’d thought Dagr had brought her all the pleasure her body could bear, but again, fluid washed down her channel, spilling over his cock, easing his strokes as he shoved deep, then eased away.
“I don’t believe this,” she whispered, closing her eyes because she didn’t want to give him more proof that she was his, here inside her own room. They might have only these stolen moments, but her idea of pleasure with a man was forever changed. All because she’d wanted to be controlled, needed a man to master her body, and he’d provided her the proof.
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