“No,” she gasps quietly into my kiss. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Good,” I grunt. “Because you’re mine.”
She whimpers as I kiss her fiercely, grunting as I push my body against hers, her back against the wood of the support beam.
“Mine, princess. Not Lord Carlson’s. Not any other man’s. Mine.”
She gasps as I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans and growling as she rolls her hips against me.
“You know why I took you?” I purr, pulling back, our eyes locked.
“Because I had to have you,” I grunt quietly. “Because you’ve stolen me already, Ailith.”
I kiss her, the both of us melting into each other as my hands slide over her body. Her leg hitched up around my hip trembles, and I grip it tight as I spread her thighs open. My swollen cock pushes against her slick, slippery lips, easing between them as she gasps and moans.
“And now you’re mine, little princess,” I growl. “Now, you’re all mine.”
Chapter 6
Ailith
Our lips crush together, my body presses to his, and I am lost in him. Heat blazes through me, and I whimper as I open my mouth for his tongue, my fingers gripping his firm arms so tightly. This is insane, but I can’t say no.
I don’t want to say no.
This is wrong, and sinful. After all, I’m promised to another man, even if I don’t want him at all. And Malcolm is so wrong in every way, but it’s him I want. Badly. Painfully. More than I’ve ever wanted anything before in my entire life.
I can feel him hot against me, his rock-hard body rippling against mine, pinning me to the wood at my back. His… cock pulses against my opening, making me tremble and making me ache in wicked, sinful, fierce ways that almost scare me they’re so intense.
I want him.
We’re not married, and I know this is a sin, but I can’t stop myself. The feel of him right there, pressed against my sex, ready to claim me has me melting for him, and throwing away all sense of right and wrong. All I know is, I want him to have me, and I want him to have me right here and right now.
My leg is raised and wrapped around his hip, and I whimper as I tighten it, pulling him into me. Malcolm growls, and when the swollen, thick head of his enormous cock brushes over my lips, I whimper.
And then suddenly, he tenses.
“No,” he growls. His eyes squeeze shut, a frown on his face as he shakes his head. My brow creases, and my face falls.
He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want some… virgin. Malcolm McAuley has been halfway around the world. He’s been a pirate, and a lord, and a knight, fighting in the Holy Land.
There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s had women all over the world. So what in God’s name would he want with me? Some fumbling maid without a single idea of how to please him?
My face falls, and I shake my head as I drop my leg and pull back from him.
“Oh,” I whisper softly. “I—of course, my lor—”
“No, princess,” Malcolm groans, shaking his head as his eyes pierce into mine. “You think I don’t want you?”
I bite my lip. “Do you?”
“Yes,” he growls with a passion that takes my breath way. “A thousand times yes, my little princess.”
I gasp as he kisses me fiercely, his cock dragging against me and making me whimper.
“But I can’t take you like this,” he groans, pulling back. “Not half-drowned on a ship adrift at sea.”
He shakes his head.
“No. Not like this. I will be taking you, little princess,” he purrs. “But I’ll take you in a bed like the queen you are.”
His eyes blaze into me.
“Our marriage bed.”
My heart jumps, my eyes sparking into his.
“You’re—you’re serious?”
“Ailith,” he growls. “You’re everything to me. I’ve wanted to make you my bride since the moment I saw you. I don’t just want you in my bed, I want you by my side. I want you as my queen. I want you to bear my heirs.”
I moan as he scoops me into him, kissing me hungrily as I melt into him. His powerful hands hold me tight, making me shiver in pleasure as I press tight to his body.
“This is crazy,” I gasp into his lips.
“Perhaps,” he grunts, moaning as he kisses me right back, his hand sliding down to cup my ass possessively.
“But I know what I want. And what I want is you, as my bride.”
I kiss him hungrily, moaning as his tongue finds mine.
“I—”
“Marry me, princess,” he says quietly. “Marry me and be my wife.”
And maybe it is crazy. Maybe I’m crazy. But crazy or not, I know what feels right, and I know what I want.
…And I know it’s him.
I moan, flinging my arms around his neck as I kiss him.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Malcolm growls, and when his hips thrust against me, his swollen, thick cock pushes up through my lips. I gasp, pleasure erupting through me as I look down to see myself spread lewdly around his thickness. He’s not pushing inside, just letting his crown push up over my clit.
“I won’t take your maidenhead until we’re wed—and we will be wed, and soon, angel. Very, very soon.”
“When?” I breathe, my head spinning as I cling to him, pleasure sizzling through me.
“The minute we land back on Falmer Island,” he purrs.
I tremble, nodding. It is insane. But it feels right. It feels perfect, actually. It feels more real than anything I’ve ever known.
“And after that,” Malcolm growls. “After that is when I’ll make a woman out of you. I’ll make you my woman.”
I nod, kissing him softly.
“But,” he purrs into my lips as he grinds his thickness against me, making me gasp in pleasure. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you unsatisfied, my love. Or leave this pretty little cunt untended to.”
He rocks his hips again, thrusting his cock up between my lips so that the thick head bumps over my swollen clit again. I gasp, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pull him in and kiss him fiercely.
“So damn soft, princess,” he groans. “Gods, your little cunt feels like hot silk against my cock. I can’t wait to feel you open for me and sink down my length.”
I tremble as he thrusts, slowly letting every inch of the underside of him drag over my opening and my clit, until my arousal is coating him and dripping down between us. He grunts, fingers digging into my skin as he thrusts, and I cry out as I cling to him. My hips roll to meet his, my inhibitions dropping as the heat erupts through me.
“Yes,” I gasp, kissing him wildly as our bodies rock together. Sweat slicks my skin, his firm muscles rubbing over my body and making me feel so taken and so claimed. His cock pulses and throbs so hot and thick against me, and when I look down at the lewd sight of him thrusting up and down my slit, I whimper in forbidden pleasure. His swollen head pulses, and I gasp as sticky white liquid leaks from the crown to rub slick against my cunt.
A fire starts to burn in me, like the one he set when he put his mouth on me. And the more he thrusts, and the more that swollen head of his rubs back and forth across my clit, the hotter that fire gets. Until slowly, I realize it’s going to consume me entirely.
“So nice and wet for me, Ailith,” he growls, kissing my neck as I gasp loudly. “I know this pretty little cunt wants to come for me, princess. I know you want to give me your honey all over my cock.”
He rocks against me, and I cry out as my clit rubs over his crown again and again.
“No holding back, angel. Not with me, and not ever. I want my bride eager for me. I want you wild and untamed. I want you aching for me when I’m not filling this little cunt up. I want you missing my cum when it’s not deep inside of you or marking you as mine.”
He thrusts against me, and I cry out as the fire begins to engulf me.
“Malcolm!” I cry out, clinging to him, my head thrown b
ack as his powerful hands hold me tight, his big cock thrusts and drags over my pussy, and his mouth on my neck, hissing filthy words into my eager ears.
“Be mine, sweetness. Be mine and come for my big cock. Come for me and let me feel your little cunt quiver for me. Let me feel you let go and come for me, princess.”
His thickness pushes over my clit, my nipples drag over his muscled chest, his powerful hands grip me hard enough to bruise, and his teeth graze my neck.
“Come for me, Ailith,” he growls into my skin.
“Come for me and be all mine.”
He thrusts hard, and suddenly, I explode.
Our bodies entwine and grind together, and when I crush my mouth to his, I scream my release into his lips. Pleasure and intimacy and passion I’ve never known explodes through me, wrenching through me like the storm we’ve just weathered. And it just keeps coming as I cry out into his kiss.
Malcolm roars into my mouth, his huge, muscled, gorgeous body rocking into me and pinning me to the wood at my back as he thrusts his cock against my quivering, slick cunt. I feel him pulse and throb against me, and then suddenly, I feel it, and I gasp.
Hot, thick, sticky ropes of whiteness splash from his swollen head and splatter across my tummy and my hips. I gasp, quivering against him as he just keeps thrusting. More and more of his sticky seed splashes over my skin, coating my belly and my cunt—dripping down my thighs as we slowly come to a staggering stop.
I collapse into him, panting and shivering and clinging to him so tightly, like I never want to not be in his arms. He leans down, and when he kisses me softly and tenderly, I sink into him.
“Let’s go home, princess,” he purrs against my lips.
Chapter 7
Malcolm
I’ve got the wind in my face, the wheel in my hand, and her, pressed against me. And damn is that all a man could need in this world.
We’re both still naked—our clothes ruined, ripped, and soaking wet—and we’re wrapped in thick blankets as we crash through the waves. And I’ve got Ailith wrapped tight in my arms as I sail us for home. She snuggles into me and gods does she feel right in my arms. I know this is wrong. I know I very well may have started a goddamn war by taking Carlson’s bride. But I don’t care.
Let the war come, I’ll fight it. I’ll fight the world for her.
My castle looms in the distance, perched on the shore of Falmer Island, as the sun is going down. I lean in, kissing her neck.
“Welcome home, love.”
I pause the second the word leaves my lips.
Love.
I’ve never said it to a woman before, but it just falls out with her. It’s natural with her, and I think she knows it. Ailith feels me pause and turns, twisting in my arms to face me, her hands sliding up my chest.
“Where’d that come from?”
“Here,” I growl, touching my heart as my eyes blaze into hers. “You might not believe me yet, but I don’t just want you in my bed, princess. I want all of you, your heart included. Which is why I’m going to marry you, tonight.”
She moans as I kiss her softly, pulling her into me before I pull away, a smile on my face and a peace in my heart I’m not sure I’ve ever known.
“Here, take us in,” I nod towards the wheel of the boat.
Ailith blinks. “I—” she blushes. “I don’t know how to sail.”
“The boats sailing, you just need to point it the right direction,” I chuckle. “Here.” I turn her, taking her hands and placing them on the wheel of the boat.
“Just drive.”
“Malcom, I—”
“You’ve got this,” I purr into her ear, my hands closing over hers on the wheel. “Just feel it. I know you have this though.”
My hands slide away from hers, moving to her hips instead. Her body is tense and tight, her breath held like she’s afraid she may lose control of the entire ship if she breathes. But slowly, I feel her relax. And slowly, she starts to smile as she steers us true.
“Perfect,” I growl into her ear. She shivers as my mouth trials over her neck, kissing her skin softly as she gasps. My hands tighten on her hips, gripping her firmly as my cock begins to swell against her ass. Ailith feels me too, and she blushes as she bites her lip, her body pushing back into me.
“My lord…” she breathes, arching her back against me as my thickness pulses against her.
“My lady,” I growl into her neck.
She whimpers and starts to turn, but I shake my head, my hand moving to hers and keeping them gripping the wheel.
“Uh-uh, princess,” I groan. “Just drive.”
“But—”
“Just drive and let me take care of you…”
She shivers as my lips find her neck, and as I start to nibble, nip, and kiss my way down her nape, she moans softly. I move lower, kissing every single bump in her spine as I start to tease my mouth down her back. I move lower and lower, feeling her tremble under my kisses as she moans and undulates against me.
I drop to my knees, kissing the small of her back as my hands skim over her hips to grip her ass tightly. I pull her back, arching her back as I move lower, and when my hands spread her open for my hungry gaze, she trembles for me.
“Malcolm…”
She moans as my lips tease down the swell of her ass, sucking at her tender skin as she shivers. I spread her open, and my eyes eagerly drink in the sight of her slick, pink little cunt nestled between her thighs, and above it, her tight, forbidden asshole.
…All of her will be mine.
I move in, and when my tongue drags over her pussy, Ailith gasps sharply.
“Malcolm!”
I move back in, groaning as I inhale her scent and let the sweet honey taste of her drip over my tongue. My fingers dig into her skin, spreading her lewdly open for me as my tongue delves into her cunt. I lick her, pushing my tongue in and out of her as she trembles and moans wildly for me. I drag my tongue up and down her slit, tonguing her throbbing little bud as her legs shake and her body undulates into me.
I’m so hard it’s almost painful, and without another thought, I reach down and grip my cock in my hand. I growl into her as I stroke myself, pumping my thick, eager cock as I tongue Ailith’s tight little cunt. My tongue flicks over her clit as the waves swell the boat gently up and down, and when I slowly tease back and higher, I feel her cry out as my tongue wickedly swipes over her asshole.
“Oh God, Malcolm!”
She writhes against me, eagerly pushing back, and I grin hungrily.
“Dirty girl,” I growl into her, grunting as I move back in and swirl my tongue over her little hole. She whimpers, pushing back against me eagerly as I pump my cock faster and faster and use my other hand to rub her clit with my thumb.
Gods I’m so close. I can feel my heavy balls swelling with my seed, my cock aching for release as I stroke faster and faster pushing her towards her own climax. But I stop myself, dropping my hand as I drag my tongue back to her cunt.
Not yet. My seed is hers from now on, and my cum belongs deep inside of her or marking her skin.
I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking gently as I swirl my tongue over the little nub, until her moans fill my ears over the sounds of the waves, and her entire body is shaking for me. I suck at her clit, stroking my tongue back and forth over it as I groan into her, and suddenly, she’s shattering for me. She cries out, clinging to the wheel and screaming her climax into the dipping sunset as her honey floods my tongue with her sweet wetness.
I stand, and instantly, she’s spinning in my arms and crushing herself to me. I groan as she kisses me eagerly and hungrily, one of my hands slipping past her to steady the wheel, the other curling around her waist to pull her tight.
“God, Malcolm,” she moans hungrily as she presses her lips to mine. “You…” she shakes her head. “You bring out something wicked in me.” Her teeth rake across her bottom lip. “Something wicked and so devilishly good.”
I grin a I lean in, kissing h
er deeply. “Maybe it’s you who brings out the devil in me, love,” I purr.
“I bring out the devil in a pirate?” she teases, grinning at me.
“Former pirate,” I chuckle. “Haven’t you heard? I’m a lord with titles and lands and a castle now.”
She giggles as she kisses me again, tasting herself on my lips before she presses her body against me and moans quietly. Her small hand drops between us, and when I feel her delicate, soft, unlearned fingers tease over my aching hard cock, I growl into her mouth. Her small hand curls around me, and she whimpers as she starts to stroke me.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers heatedly.
“You make me this way, love,” I growl lowly.
“Does it hurt?”
I chuckle deeply. “No, little princess.”
Her eyes spark as her lips brush mine, and she pulls away with a hungry, devilish look in her eyes.
“Let me make you feel good, my lord,” she purrs eagerly, a lusty huskiness to her voice that sends my blood boiling.
Her hand strokes up and down my shaft, delicate little fingers teasing my underside as I groan, my muscles rippling.
“Like this?” she whispers into my lips.
I groan, my jaw clenching fiercely as the pleasure from her delicate touch blazes through me.
“Just like that, princess,” I growl.
Suddenly, with a brush of her lips to mine, Ailith is dropping to her knees in front of me. I groan at the sight of her holding my big cock in her small little hand, looking up at me with those big, piercing, emerald green eyes as she strokes my length.
“Gods, Ailith,” I groan, my jaw clenching as my eyes lock onto hers.
“Like this?” she whispers. She leans in, and when her plump, wet lips kiss the swollen head of my cock, I growl.
“Fuck, princess,” I hiss, my abs clenching as I throw my head back. I look back down, watching in fucking awe as she plants little delicate kisses all over my crown. My hand drops, fingers lacing and tangling in her long dark hair. Her eyes stay locked on mine, and when she slowly opens those lips and slips them over my head, I growl in pleasure.
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