Page 77 of Voyage of Death and Desire

“You’re not going with us,” Thorne starts.

“Like hell, I’m not. Even if it’s to watch from the banks of the Ashley River, I’m going. I may never get another chance to see a sight like this again. Putting myeyes on an actual pirate ship is a life goal. You can’t deny me that.”

Francis stands, turning toward her guests. “I know you don’t require a place to sleep, but there are rooms upstairs with fresh linens if you’d like to lay down, and I have some clothing that’s been left here throughout the years that might fit a few of you if you’d like to clean up a little.”

“Thank you,” Samirah answers for all of them. “That is very kind of you.”

Thorn wraps a protective arm around my shoulders, leading me upstairs to the honeymoon suite. He opens the door, and the familiar scent hits me quickly. I was only here for a few days, but it became more of a home than anywhere I’ve been in my life.

“This was my room when I built the house,” Thorne says, touching the fireplace mantle.

“Francis told me.” I move behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’m going to be okay.”

He turns, facing me. “You don’t know that.”

“No, I don’t. But I refuse to think otherwise.”

“I can’t lose you again, Elsie.”

“You won’t.” My lips crash into his in a frenzy of emotion. He matches my intensity, thrusting his tongue toward mine. The combination threatens to throw me over the edge. Strong hands reach behind my ass, lifting me and pulling me closer to him.

I wrap my legs around him as he carries me toward the bed without losing contact with my lips. Laying meon my back, he pulls away only long enough to take the filthy shirt he’s wearing off.

“Get the pants while you’re there.” I smile with my words.

He follows directions and returns the smile. “You’re kind of bossy.”

“You know you like it,” I retort.

“Aye.” He stands in front of me completely naked, and I can’t stop staring at the grand prize. Thorne reaches up, wrapping his hands around my thighs, and pulling me closer until the softest part of me meets the hardest part of him with my butt hanging off the side of the mattress. “Why are you still dressed?” he asks, teasing me with his touch.

“Because you were my top priority in the undressing department.”

“We’ll just have to fix that.” He rips the leggings I found in Brittney’s minivan with one pull, laying them next to me on the bed. “That’s better.”

“I liked those.” I sit up, pulling my T-shirt and bra off.

“That’s even better,” Thorne says. His pupils are dilated, and his eyes are full of heat.

I wrap my arms and legs around his neck and waist, slowly lowering myself onto him. We sigh at the contact. Thorne moves his hands to my ass, urging me to move faster as the connection between us grows. “Damn, you feel so good,” he whispers into my ear. His words bring chill bumps to the surface.

Without warning, he lowers me to the bed and steps away from the edge. Lifting my legs onto his shoulders, he kisses me in a place that’s never been kissed before. Plunging his tongue deeper, he touches the part of me begging to be touched.

An embarrassing sigh escapes as the combination brings me to a full-fledged orgasm within seconds. My body begins to shake with his motions, begging for him to both stop and continue at the same time.

“Oh, my God,” I sigh, coming down from the high.

“I’m just getting started.” Thorne’s words are sexy as hell as my body continues to relax. I want to make him feel as good as I do. As soon as my body settles, I don’t ask permission. I lower to the ground, kneeling in front of him, and take every inch of him into my mouth. I slowly begin working my hands in conjunction with my tongue, massaging and sucking at the same time.

Thorne grabs the back of my head, pulling me closer. He begins to move faster, matching the pace of my hands, moving deeper and deeper into my mouth. “You better stop, or this is going to be over quicker than both of us want.” He pants.

I pull backward, releasing him from my grip. He bends down, and his mouth finds mine in an instant as he lifts me in front of him again, this time walking with me in his arms until my back touches the wall. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he lowers me slowly, taking his time to allow each inch of him tofill me with desire.

His mouth never leaves mine as he continues to slide in and out slowly, exploring every inch of my body with his tongue and hands. In the three centuries I’ve been on this planet, I’ve never felt so alive or loved.

My breathing picks up along with his pace as he continues pushing into me. The smell of copper fills the air as my nails pierce his skin, hoping to pull him even closer to me.

The sensation begins low in my core, filling me even more. “Deeper,” I whisper.

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