Page 24 of The Pirate's Daughter

“Ah,” he shouted, jerking back. He released a heavy breath and bent to pull her from the floor. “Enough of that or it’ll be done.” Spinning her around, Devin made quick work of divesting her of the dress and most everything she wore. Her drawers fell to her feet, leaving only stockings and shoes. She reached for the ties of the garters, but he stayed her hand. “Perfect,” he said surveying her person. Kicking out of his pants, he lifted her and in two strides laid her on the bed. Only there did he pull off her shoes, but he lay between her stocking clad legs hooking them over his shoulders, and put his hands under her ass and lowered hishead.

“Devin,” Mia cried out as his mouth latched onto her clit. “Devin,” it was practically a growl as she wound her fingers in his hair and held him in place while he gorged on her. His lips and tongue, and for him, even his teeth, gave her no reprieve. He was one moment sucking that nub, the next his tongue was sweeping around in her channel. Then he was pulling her flesh with his teeth only to again latch onto the swollen and aching bud. Mia couldn’t breathe deep enough to fill her lungs and she didn’t try as the more he worked at her the more she breathed out with a cry until he touched her one last time and she was lost toit.

She couldn’t think getting struck by lightning would feel any more powerful. Though this was almost all pleasure, it was right on the edge of pain, rippling through her body like a stone tossed into a pond. Wave after wave, only not diminishing with each. She was lost to it when she felt Devin climb over her and enter her as he’d done last night. The twinge of discomfort only added to the experience and when his weight lifted and his hip thrust forward Mia came undone a secondtime.

Devin’s undulations became strong and steady, Mia again found no respite from the sensations he created within her. If this didn’t kill her, surely she’d be left a wreck. She wrapped her legs and arms around him because all she could do was hang on and ride it out. Three more times she found herself drowning in it. Then with several hard, purposeful strokes, Devin went stiff, cried out and collapsed. For a time, the sound of their heavy breathing pushed all other sounds of the ship and waterout.

Devin managed to move first. Lifting up so he hovered over her he smiled. “Yes?” he asked settling more lightly onher.

“Aye,” she knew just what he wasasking.

“Thank god,” he said putting his hands on either side of her face then brushing a soft kiss over her lips. “Thankgod.”

Mia chuckled, he sounded so relieved. “Why ‘thankgod’?”

“Aye, that I didn’t ruin you last night with mybullishness.”

That was an odd thing for him to say. “Devin isn’t a girl who beds a man ruined? I mean that’s what Mama said my father did to her. She said it all the time.” Was she ruined now? In someway?

“Ah, Mia mine, we’ll have to sit one day and speak on it, after we’ve more common ground with simple vocabulary. When I said I’m glad I didn’t ruin you I meant I didn’t hurt you so much last night you’d get no pleasure when I entered youagain.”

“Oh,” she said not sure why it mattered. “You care?” It wasn’t like she’d have a say init.

“Oh Mia, more than you know. A wife who can enjoy her marriage bed, to me, isspecial.”

“Most wives don’t?” She knew the women who worked the docks and taverns were a mixed group depending on who they’d spent the night with. More often they grumbled and complained the next morning, but usually about what they’d beenpaid.

“I can’t say I know for sure, but as many men leave their wives and seek out mistresses, lovers and even whores, I can only say the wife must not care for their husband’s attention and rarely give him any attention inreturn.”

“And what reason but they dislike what is done,” Mia concluded. “I think then you’ll not have need of mistresses, lovers, or whores. I enjoyed thisgreatly.”

“Should you mind then being all those things to me for the rest of my life?” he asked, sliding to the side and reaching for theblanket.

“All of what? Mistress, lover andwhore?”

“And wife. Don’t forget wife.” He pulled her close and tucked her under hischin.

“You’d like me to be awhore?”

“Well not in the true sense of the word Mia, but perhaps in the way you’re willing to do things few women will.” His hand moved to her breast and taking the nipple between his finger and thumb he rolled it until it stiffened. The pinch caused her to inhale sharply. “Do things you like, but other woman would hate.” She turned to look at him. “You like a little pain,Mia.”

He sounded so pleased. “Is this not normal?” She couldn’t say why she did. Of course it had to be the right kind of pain. Banging her shin on a deck hatch did nothing forher.

“If there’s normal Mia, I don’t know it. I know women are conditioned from birth to remain silent on all things related to the bedchambers, so I can’t say if many others like what you like. And honestly, I couldn’t care. I only like what you like. And that’s how it’ll be between us. So if you don’t like something, we won’t doit.”

“Oh well, I didn’t like when you hurt me with the batten,” Mia said rolling against him and feeling the soft rocking beneath theship.

“You’re not ever going to like that, Mia. You’re not meant to,” he said a little sharply, but his hands caressed her back, and held her close. “Pain for punishment and pain for pleasure will never mix. You’ll always know thedifference.”

She rather thought he’d say something like that. Still, if she found even the smallest port where pleasure in the pain might wait she’d sail toit.

“Best you avoid those punishments Mia, because I’ll withhold pleasure until you’ve learned thelesson.”

“How might I avoid them,sir?”

“Follow your captain’sorders.”

“My captain? You mean you?” He nodded. “Well if you’re the captain, what amI?”

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