Queen Of My Nightmare (Uncharted Secrets, Book 2): Endless Horizon Pirate Stories by Cristi Taijeron Page A
Authors: Cristi Taijeron
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illuminating the room behind him.
I touched his bearded face. “You called me by my name.”
“Aye. I miss my princess.” He kissed on my neck.
My cold dark heart warmed up. “I miss you, too. But, I can’t believe you are in here. What if you get caught?”
“Ah, it’s early, everyone is still asleep. After yesterday’s success I told them to take the morning off, and I want to spend a bit of my holiday with you. Look, I even brought you a present.” He handed me an orange.
Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around him and did my best not to cry. “Thank you, my love.”
“You’re still calling me love after everything you’ve seen?”
Clearly remembering everything I had seen, I pressed the blood-soaked memories out of my mind. “Yes. Because you brought me an orange.” I climbed onto his lap.
“If I ever retire, I’m going to plant you an orange tree.” He leaned against the door, keeping me on his lap.
While peeling the orange, I asked, “Do you plan on retiring?”
“I never thought of it until I just said that to you.”
“Well, now I am curious. Do you plan to buccaneer for all of your days?” I inquired, wondering how our future together was going to work.
“As of yet I have no other plans.” He chomped his teeth towards my orange.
“Does the savage want a bite?”
He raised his eyebrows to signal yes.
As I fed him the first piece of orange, he bit at my fingers. Loving the way it felt to be close to him again, I lay my head on his shoulder as we shared my fruit. We talked for a while about silly, lighter subjects, and while we whispered and giggled like secret lovers sneaking out on a forbidden rendezvous, I remembered why I loved him so.
Grey clouds rolled across the early morning sky as we talked, and once he finally kissed me, it started to rain. As the light, heavenly teardrops drizzled on the face of the sea, he reached his hands up my shirt and rubbed on my back. It felt so good to be touched by him, again. Soon enough his hands slid around my ribs, and as he caressed my breasts, I did my best to contain my sensual sigh.
I tried to run my hands up his shirt as well, but he flinched. “No, no. I got stabbed up yesterday.”
Remembering the bloody slash I had seen on his side, I moved my hands to his face instead and traced around the split he had acquired on his lip. “You are so brave and so strong.”
“And so ready.” He bumped his hips beneath me. “Take your breeches off.”
Stunned by the lack of romance in his tone, I glared at him with a look of offense. He held his hands up. “We don’t have to. But it sure would be sweet if you wanted to.”
Figuring such a rare moment of intimacy would not come again for quite some time, I slid out of my breeches. “You’re such a rebel you even break your own rules.”
Undoing his breeches, he laughed, “Pirate.”
Seeing just how ready he was, I straddled his lap. He grabbed my arse and pulled me down on him. “Oh, it feels so good.” I bit on his ear.
“Shhh.” He moved me up and down on top of him in a way that made it insanely difficult to keep myself quiet.
The risky nature of the moment seemed to intensify the heat burning between us, like molten lava building beneath the surface of the earth. Feeling my cheeks flush, I pulled his face against my chest and bit on my lips to keep quiet as he loved me. I could tell he was also struggling to contain his vocal expression of pleasure, but the desire pouring out through his palms spoke to me just the same.
Raindrops fell harder as we melted together. He pulled me closer. The buzzing sensation below my waist became too much to bear. Wrapping his hands so tight in my hair that it hurt, he pushed me down hard on top of him and filled me with his love. Loving the way he breathed when he finished, I wanted to stay right there on his chest with his heart beat slowing against my cheek, but with a silly laugh, he slapped my arse. “Holiday’s over.”
Standing up,
I touched his bearded face. “You called me by my name.”
“Aye. I miss my princess.” He kissed on my neck.
My cold dark heart warmed up. “I miss you, too. But, I can’t believe you are in here. What if you get caught?”
“Ah, it’s early, everyone is still asleep. After yesterday’s success I told them to take the morning off, and I want to spend a bit of my holiday with you. Look, I even brought you a present.” He handed me an orange.
Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around him and did my best not to cry. “Thank you, my love.”
“You’re still calling me love after everything you’ve seen?”
Clearly remembering everything I had seen, I pressed the blood-soaked memories out of my mind. “Yes. Because you brought me an orange.” I climbed onto his lap.
“If I ever retire, I’m going to plant you an orange tree.” He leaned against the door, keeping me on his lap.
While peeling the orange, I asked, “Do you plan on retiring?”
“I never thought of it until I just said that to you.”
“Well, now I am curious. Do you plan to buccaneer for all of your days?” I inquired, wondering how our future together was going to work.
“As of yet I have no other plans.” He chomped his teeth towards my orange.
“Does the savage want a bite?”
He raised his eyebrows to signal yes.
As I fed him the first piece of orange, he bit at my fingers. Loving the way it felt to be close to him again, I lay my head on his shoulder as we shared my fruit. We talked for a while about silly, lighter subjects, and while we whispered and giggled like secret lovers sneaking out on a forbidden rendezvous, I remembered why I loved him so.
Grey clouds rolled across the early morning sky as we talked, and once he finally kissed me, it started to rain. As the light, heavenly teardrops drizzled on the face of the sea, he reached his hands up my shirt and rubbed on my back. It felt so good to be touched by him, again. Soon enough his hands slid around my ribs, and as he caressed my breasts, I did my best to contain my sensual sigh.
I tried to run my hands up his shirt as well, but he flinched. “No, no. I got stabbed up yesterday.”
Remembering the bloody slash I had seen on his side, I moved my hands to his face instead and traced around the split he had acquired on his lip. “You are so brave and so strong.”
“And so ready.” He bumped his hips beneath me. “Take your breeches off.”
Stunned by the lack of romance in his tone, I glared at him with a look of offense. He held his hands up. “We don’t have to. But it sure would be sweet if you wanted to.”
Figuring such a rare moment of intimacy would not come again for quite some time, I slid out of my breeches. “You’re such a rebel you even break your own rules.”
Undoing his breeches, he laughed, “Pirate.”
Seeing just how ready he was, I straddled his lap. He grabbed my arse and pulled me down on him. “Oh, it feels so good.” I bit on his ear.
“Shhh.” He moved me up and down on top of him in a way that made it insanely difficult to keep myself quiet.
The risky nature of the moment seemed to intensify the heat burning between us, like molten lava building beneath the surface of the earth. Feeling my cheeks flush, I pulled his face against my chest and bit on my lips to keep quiet as he loved me. I could tell he was also struggling to contain his vocal expression of pleasure, but the desire pouring out through his palms spoke to me just the same.
Raindrops fell harder as we melted together. He pulled me closer. The buzzing sensation below my waist became too much to bear. Wrapping his hands so tight in my hair that it hurt, he pushed me down hard on top of him and filled me with his love. Loving the way he breathed when he finished, I wanted to stay right there on his chest with his heart beat slowing against my cheek, but with a silly laugh, he slapped my arse. “Holiday’s over.”
Standing up,
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