ClaimedbytheCaptain by Tara Kingston Page A

clenching his fingers against the urge
to sweep over the delicate contours. Had she grown more beautiful? Or was it
the soft hint of desire in her whispered words that aroused him more than he’d
believed possible? He wasn’t used to wanting a woman as more than a means to
sate his carnal appetites. But this was different. He wanted her to crave his
touch, his kiss. He wanted her to need him.
    “If I untied you, would you resist me?” he breathed against
her mouth.
    She shook her head fiercely. “Never…I need you.”
    He eyed the length of silk tethering a delicate wrist. One
flick of his fingers against the knot, and the slender limb would be free.
Dragging in a breath, he imagined her hands moving over his body. He yearned
for her caress against his skin, the delicate sweep of her fingertips over his
flesh, digging into his back, claiming him just as he would claim her.
    Madness ,he thought. Wanting her was a
weakness he could ill afford. Her touch would brand him as indelibly as a
blazing hot iron.
    Wriggling against him, she canted her hips in sensual
offering. All thoughts of weakness and retribution fled, leaving only a need
unlike anything he’d ever known. His shaft pulsed with a merciless demand for
fulfillment.
    Kissing her deeply, Jason slipped a hand between her thighs.
His fingers slid within her hot folds, caressing her velvet nether lips. So
wet. Jesus, she was ready for him.
    “Do you want me inside you, Cathy?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Settling between the cradle of her hips, he lowered his
mouth to hers, kissing her again, a long, lingering caress. Desire crashed over
him, urgent and relentless. He drew in another breath. Christ, he wanted her.
She was warm and tight and wild for him. So damn wild.
    Angling his hips, he penetrated her with one deep thrust. He
stilled his body. Desire threatened to consume him, but he wouldn’t give in.
This time with her would not be squandered. He covered her mouth with his own
as she rose to meet him, tugging futilely against the restraints. Her low moans
betrayed her desperation to pull him even deeper within her heat.
    His breath came in ragged exhalations. Jason gritted his
teeth and fought for control. He’d waited so long for this moment. He would
savor her surrender. His cock filled her, pulsing against her softness as she
eagerly met his every stroke.
    He moved within her, gently at first, until desperate hunger
overtook him. His intention to go slowly this first time gave way as a tiny
plea escaped her lips. Low and throaty. Longing for what he could give her. Her
hips canted higher, meeting each thrust, his every movement. Need surged within
him, a primal yearning that would not be restrained.
    Jason eased away, then plunged into her again, filling her,
sheathing his throbbing cock within her softness. She was so tight, so hot,
drawing him deeper and deeper into the madness of his longing for her.
    Determined to maintain control, he steadied himself.
Claiming her with smooth, sure strokes, he cupped her buttocks in his hands to
pull her even tighter against him, filling her so completely, his muscles
trembled with the depth of the sweet pleasure.
    Her cries of satisfaction began low in her throat. The soft
moans blossomed into an unashamed cry of surrender. She writhed wildly against
him, driving his cock deeper within her. Pushing him so far past his limit,
there was no chance of return. He claimed her then in savage possession,
pulsing hard and fast as he sought the culmination of this exquisite torture.
    His growl of fulfillment echoed through the cabin. He
collapsed against her, sated, his breath ragged. Lying there for a long moment,
he peered down into her face. The flush of his lovemaking colored her cheeks.
He rolled to the side of the bed and dragged Cathy to him, lying silent and
unmoving, simply listening to her softly indrawn breaths.
    Propping himself on one elbow, Jason lay beside her,
watching the steady rise and fall of her breasts.