Page 17 of Veiled Fate
“Kiel?” I said as I half stood so I could swing one leg over him and sit on his lap.
“Yes?” The word came out strangled, but his hands settled nicely onto my hips without hesitation.
“Are you going to kiss me or just keep making excuses?”
There was no way the growl that erupted from his throat wasn’t heard on deck as he surged forward and seared my lips shut with a heated kiss that took us both by surprise with its intensity.
I guess that happens after one person dies.
He ran his hands up my hips, holding my ribs tight, making it ever so slightly harder to breathe. All the same, it produced a moan I couldn’t hold back. It was something about his power over me, the physical control his thick muscles could exert. I craved that strength, thatdominance.
Even if I was the one on top.
Putting my theory about mind reading to the test, Kiel took my arms and pinned them behind my back, rendering me helpless as his mouth explored my skin, from my lips down my jaw and over my neck, finding every sensitive spot. By the time he reached my collarbone, I was practically panting and grinding my hips into him.
Lifting my arms above my head, he took my shirt off and sent it flying. His mouth lowered greedily to my breasts, sucking and licking and gently nibbling them as I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head tight to my chest.
Between us, his cock pressed against me as I ground my hips forward, eagerly wondering what it would feel like to take him inside me for the first time. I didn’t care that there was a dozen or more deckhands above us, not to mention Andi or the captain. They didn’t factor into anything just then.
There was Kiel. And there was me. That was it.
My hand slipped between us, caressing his cock. He groaned deep enough that I could feel the vibrations in his mouth as he sucked on my nipple.
“Keep it down,” I whispered into his ear, licking the lobe playfully.
“If you think it’s so easy,” he said, lifting me by the hips and placing me on my feet before very efficiently stripping me of all remaining clothing and seating me back on his lap, “let’s see you keep quiet.”
He casually reached one giant arm around me, caressing my ass even as he pulled my upper body toward him. Fingers slid forward, gently spreading my folds and teasing my clit, while his other arm wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me tight.
I had never felt so open and vulnerable before. If anyone walked in, they would have seen everything of me from the back.
Any concerns about little things like dignity were brushed aside by the tsunami of heat and pleasure from his fingers. They teased my lips and drew gentle circles around my clit, forcing me to bury my face in his neck so I didn’t make too much noise.
“Told you,” he growled, applying more pressure and moving in faster circles over my clit.
My body practically vibrated as he played with me. Words failed me as I spiraled toward blissful oblivion. His touches overheated my mind, even as all the blood flowed to my throbbing pussy. Desperate to climax. Desperate to take his cock inside. It was pressed firmly to my stomach, flexing stiffly, my tiny squeals and moans clearly driving him crazy as well.
“Kiel,” I moaned, arching back, hands on my head, hips trembling as I reached the point of no return.
His eyes were open, watching me. I locked gazes with him briefly, but it was impossible to stay still. His fingers were driving too much pleasure into me. My eyes rolled back into their sockets as my body writhed against his muscles.
“Don’t stop,” I hissed, muscles locking up as I climaxed right then and there in the captain’s quarters. I came hard, my body jerking and twisting. “Oh, shit!”
I flung my hands backward, riding the ecstasy of orgasm as it exploded out from between my legs, up through my hips and stomach, and out through my fingertips with an intensity that left me limp and drained. I fell flat against his stomach, the stiffness of his cock a reminder that we weren’t done. There was more to come.
“Give me that,” I somehow managed to say, sticking a hand between us, using just my fingertip to tease his tip, feeling the smoothness of the skin, so different from anywhere else.
“Gladly,” he growled as I finally wrapped all my fingers around his shaft. His arms shifted to lift me higher, so I could settle down on him.
But he never let me down.
“Kiel? Is there a—” I stopped abruptly, sniffing the air just as yellow-orange light flared to life behind me, followed by a wave of heat.
“FIRE!” he bellowed as the curtained entryway went up in flames.
Chapter Nine
Almost as if in sync, other fires sprang up in an arc between us and the exit, multiplying in the tinderbox interior of the wooden ship.
