Temptation Released (8 page)

“Forgive me,
cariño
. Please forgive me,” he said between kisses. “My fight with my cousin is a bitter one that I will share with you. Trust in me that my decision is just. And forgive me for speaking so harshly to you. Imagining that man putting his hands on you made me see red.”

“You will speak to me,” she said, kissing him back and wedging her body beneath his. “I want the story. But for now, I want you, Raphael. Only you.”

He did not like forceful women in his bed, but this woman amused him, entertained him, made him want her to challenge him. He wanted her force, just so he’d have the pleasure of seeing her submit.

He let her play him for a few moments. She grasped his cock and touched it so lightly at first it was almost painful in its tease. He growled against her ear, “Tighter,” and she did so. He thrust into her smooth palms, his eyes closing and savoring her touch.

Then, “Enough.”

He gripped her wrists and lifted them above her head.

“I mean to take you now, Elise. All of you, but you must keep your hands here,” he indicated, pushing her arms above her head. “If you cannot do so, I’ll tie them up once more.”

Her eyes widened, but there were flames of desire and want there, which sparked his own. He nipped her lips. “Maybe I’ll tie your hands anyway.”

When she didn’t utter a protest but only widened her eyes, Raphael couldn’t deny them both what they wanted. He shot off the bed, tore into his chest and pulled out a silky cravat.

He had been wrong to accuse her as he’d done, and he was glad she’d stood up to him. His anger was gone, and all he could think about was his woman. His. She lay there, compliant, all long limbs and smooth skin, simply waiting for him and his touch.

Taking his time, stalking over to her, enjoying the way she squirmed and begged with her sinfully blue eyes, he tied her wrists together first, then to the notch he’d cut into the headboard. When she was secure, he stood up and trailed his fingers over her body.

The ship swayed beneath his feet and the earlier shouts and cries had died off, but all he could hear were their heartbeats, straining to match. Her desires wanting his command.

“Raphael,” she sighed, and he didn’t linger any longer.

Laying over her, he closed his eyes a moment to savor the contact of his hard body pressing along everything about her that was accepting and achingly soft. Her breasts crushed to his chest, her legs parting so he lay between them, his cock riding so close to where he wanted to be. He kissed her lips, her cheeks and eyelids and chin. The long column of her neck was another path for his mouth to follow. She undulated beneath him and he continued down, laving the sweet hollow at the base of her throat before giving his attention to her breasts. Taking first one, then the other, he pulled each nipple into his mouth and suckled greedily, nipping the puckered tips and feeling her hips thrust up against his belly with every sensual tug.

Still he traveled lower. He spread her thighs wide and used his tongue to part the tight, swollen lips, opening her pussy to his greedy kisses. Her scent drew him in and he pressed his face against her, loving her tangy taste and needing more. When she shuddered beneath him, so close to her climax, he pulled back, wanting to feel her come around his cock.

With a hand that shook with desire, he set his cockhead at her entrance and slipped between her plump lips, coating his crown with her juices, and letting her feel him so close to claiming all of her.

“Raphael, please don’t make me wait any more,” she whispered. She lifted her knees and pushed her hips toward him. He remained still a moment and watched as she tried to make her pussy take his cock. She rose and thrust again and again, attempting to inch her way over him. His breath came in pants from the erotic sight, and he could take no more.

He held her hips down with one firm hand, set himself at her entrance and worked his way inside her body.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped, her eyes wide and latched onto him. “You’re so big.”

He choked back a laugh. “I know I should be complimented,
cariño
, but all I can think of is that you’re so fucking tight.”

She matched the strangled laugh and ended with a groan as their mutual joy joined their bodies another inch.

“Put your legs around my waist.”

Her immediate action caused him to slip in farther.

“That’s it, my sweet. You are so hot and wet for me.
Sólo para mí
, Elise. Only for me. You were made for me.”

“Yes,” she agreed, and nipped his lips. His control slipped and with a growl, he thrust his hips forward, broke her thin barrier and crushed his mouth to hers at the same time, swallowing her startled cry of pain.

He kept still, as hard as it was to do, and plundered her mouth until her body softened under his. In doing so, he slipped the rest of the way inside her until the pressure to move surged over him. He squeezed his ass to remain still in her, even as he kissed her into submission.

“That’s it, sweet. You are mine now. All mine.”

“The pirate’s treasure,” she murmured, her shy smile showing an innocence he doubted would ever leave.

“My temptation, love,” he murmured and pulled away from her. “You were always my greatest temptation.”

When she let out a soft cry, he thrust forward once more, eager for that gasp when he filled her.

He moved in her then, her body softening around him. Accepting him. His balls drew up tight, his climax impending, but he gritted his teeth and held on, wanting, needing to feel her orgasm first.

He adjusted her, settled a hand beneath the small of her back and lifted, changing the angle of her hips and the direction of his thrust.

“What, what are you doing to me?” she gasped.

“Branding you. You’ll never imagine sharing this body with anyone but me.”

“Oh, oh… Yes! Raphael, that…right there…I… Oh, God! Only you!” She groaned, long and loud, and he increased his pace and his thrust. He pumped his hips into her so hard and fast he knew her virgin flesh would feel abused after their lovemaking, but the pleasure was too much. Even for Elise, he could tell, watching her eyes glaze over and her breath catch.

“Come for me, Elise.” His command was guttural and strained. “Come for me.”

Then she did. Her walls tightened, making his cock work that much harder to plow into her body. It both wanted and resisted him. The spasms started and milked his cock until he groaned with the sheer effort to wring out every pleasure possible.

He kissed her, stole her breath just as she stole his, until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He finally let himself go over, his thrusting so forced he couldn’t even stop as his cum jetted deep into her. He shouted, his voice hoarse, mingling with her continued incoherent cries and moans.

Chapter Nine

Elise woke to a warm cloth bathing her. She murmured and turned when large hands urged her body around.

Large hands?

Her eyes flew open and she would have bolted up but for his holding her down.

“Shh, Elise. It is only I.”

She settled back, watching Raphael openly now. He dipped the cloth he held into a bowl of water, wrung it out then gently continued to wash her. The warm water felt like a balm to her body, which was now feeling all the aches and twinges of their lovemaking.

“I want you again,” he told her.

“I want you too,” she admitted. “But I’m a little—”

“Sore. I know. Which is why I have something different in mind.”

“Oh?” When it came from his mouth, she liked everything different.

“First, now that you are ruined, you know that you’ll have to become a pirate.”

Her heart skipped a beat, remembering how crudely he’d talked about pirates moments ago. He must have seen the look because he said, “I’m sorry for my comments earlier. I would never do that to you.”

“But what happened to Miguel and his ship?”

Raphael’s mouth twisted. “Reddy told me after our cannon took down his mainsail on the first shot, they ran up a white flag and limped away.”

“But didn’t you tell Reddy to take it out?”

“That’s the wonder of having a first mate who’s been with you for so long. He knew the only way I’d be happy in taking out Miguel is if I used my own hands. Maiming his ship is punishment enough for now.”

“What did he do to you?” She needed to know. He set aside the bowl then, stretched out alongside her and told her the story of how Miguel had treated him and his mother cruelly. “Damn, Raphael. If I’d known that, I would have demanded you stay up there and take him out.”

His deep laughter rumbled through the cabin. “What’s this? You’ve already turned into a bloodthirsty little thing.”

“Well, I don’t know about the blood part.” She liked hearing him laugh and seeing him smile.

“But do not worry. We are not pirates any more in the sense of pillage and thievery. Too many of us are being arrested and taken down. But there are still places in the world,
cariño
, where we can be free. I have plenty of money, even without your ransom.” He met her gaze then. “I’m asking you to stay with me. Be mine. Marry me if you feel the need. Or not.”

“I can truly be yours, forever? And you’ll be mine? No more women at every port?”

He chuckled and the sound brought a feeling of closeness and contentment to her for the first time in forever. “I have no other women and haven’t for a long time. I meant what I said, Elise, you were made for me. Be my temptation, now and forever.”

“I…I think I’m falling in love with you, Raphael.”

He touched his forehead to hers. “Funny, I’m feeling the same way.”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be yours, Raphael. Now and forever. We can sail the seas or live on a deserted island for all I care, so long as I’m with you.”

She reached up and pulled him into a hug, her heart bursting with joy. Their lips met and this time, instead of desperate, their kisses were filled with a new kind of awareness. Unhurried and rich. The kind of kiss that knows there’ll be more to come.

He lay her down and ran kisses over her body once more. Then he shifted and pulled her to her side.

“What?” she asked as he moved away.

“Pleasure for you, my lady. For the both of us.”

He lay down on his side as well, but his head faced the wrong way. “Ah,” she said, grinning when she saw his intent, and let him lift her left leg, to settle his head against her right thigh. At his first hot breath against her curls, her insides went liquid. The first brush of his tongue against her sore pussy was a balm of soothing heat. She moaned and shifted her hips to get closer. As she did so, he shifted as well. She opened her eyes to see his cock, thick and hard, inches from her face.

She always prided herself on being a smart girl, so she scooted once more until her lips encircled his crown. Encouraged by his groan, the sound reverberating through her pussy, she wrapped her hand around the solid root of his cock and proceeded to lick and suck him, thrilled that this time, finally, she could touch and explore him on her own.

It was difficult, trying to discover this side of the man she loved while he feasted on her pussy, but try she did. She tightened her fist and bobbed her head over him. She wanted more leverage so she shifted up onto one elbow and his hips tilted back to help her. The next thing she knew, he was flat on his back and she was prone over him, his having lifted her hips and settled her, straddling his face. He wrapped both arms around her hips and held her tight against his face, his tongue lashing at and into her pussy, her body writhing on top of his.

She didn’t shirk her duties, but thrilled at this amazing new position as it allowed her more room to love his cock. He moved his hips, little thrusts into her mouth, and she picked up the rhythm he wanted, not realizing at first her own hips mimicked the movements against his mouth.

He pulled her overly sensitive clit between his lips and lashed his tongue against it repeatedly, and she flew apart. In her excitement, her hand tightened on his shaft and her head worked fast over his cock, sucking and licking and groaning all at once. Before he let her go, he thrust up, hard, one of his hands at the same time pushing her head down so it felt like she nearly swallowed his cock. Then he was coming. Thick, bitter ropes of sticky cum entered her mouth and shot down her throat. She didn’t fight him, but gurgled and held on, her own hips pressing down on his mouth, riding out her own last drops of climax.

Soon his hand on her head slipped away and his cock softened between her lips. His arm holding her hips to his face didn’t relent, however, and she was too blasted tired to move, so she lay her head on his thigh and toyed with his cock.

“One more time,” he panted, this time deftly flipping them over and shifting so his hips weren’t directly over her head.

“I can’t. No more, please.”

“You’re mine now, Elise. If I want you to come again, come again you shall.”

With this promise, he set his mouth over her and proceeded to do just that.

Epilogue

One year later…

“Elise, did you like that journey to India?” Raphael asked, relaxing in a chair near the back entrance to their private island home.

“Yes,” she murmured, “you know I did.” She teased him with a smile. She danced before him, naked, in the bright sunlight. Her body was tanned, her nipples hard, dark points and her pussy, now waxed smooth from their recent travels, beckoned him. “I was happy to see Miguel at the mercy of that prince.”

“Me too. It may have been wrong to sell him, but I like knowing he’s miserable better than knowing he’s dead.”

“It is better. And the prince said we can visit whenever we want to show him how much in love we are.”

Raphael smiled at the twinkle in his woman’s eye. She was more a pirate than she’d believe. “Come here,
mi amor
,” he told her, enjoying the way her body swayed toward him. “Enough about my cousin. I love watching you dance in the sunlight. See what you do to me?” He referenced his cock, hard and past ready to have her again. She ran her fingers over him and spun slowly, undulating her ass before turning back.