growing ache with a whimper, beckoning with a strangled cry. And that was when he rested a palm to her calf, but she conveyed no notice.
So he traced tiny circles along the sensitive inner surface of her legs. At her knee, he delayed, he lingered, he took his time with her, and still she displayed no acknowledgement of his salacious advance, so he proceeded.
At last, he grazed the delicate little curls that surrounded the entrance to paradise, and she gasped, but he swallowed it. Now he unleashed his hunger, let it envelop her, lead her, and drive her. Given her lack of protest, he touched and parted her most intimate flesh, and it was then Maddie broke their kiss.
“Do you want me to stop?” Hovering at the point of no return, his voice came to him as if through a dense fog, and he scarcely recognized his tone. On the verge of triumph, he hesitated, and it took everything inside him, every ounce of strength to deny the enticing glory she manifested. Desire sparked, flared, and spread beneath his skin, as an unquenchable flame, and he longed to brand her as his. But despite his base urges, despite the overwhelming craving, he turned his attention to her and an approval he never imagined pursuing.
Shaking her head, she whispered, “ No .”
In that instant, Jean Marc plunged and took his lady with him. As he took the helm and steered them into the storm, he seized her lips. With his tongue teasing and darting, he lured, caressed and inflamed, while he worked magic with his fingers at the apex of her thighs. He journeyed beyond the confines of time and space, soaring into a world all their own.
Too soon, Maddie twisted and turned, stretched long, and went rigid in his arms. Jerking free from his kiss, she met his questioning gaze with a wide-eyed stare, and in her blue depths he spied the wonderment of virgin completion, as she serenaded him with a series of precious yelps and sobs, before collapsing, relaxed, spent, and vulnerable in his embrace.
And that was the time to act, to push her onto her belly, on the mattress, and take her bottom. Awash with insatiable lust and gritting his teeth, he thrust her to her feet, unhooked his breeches, freed his length, grabbed a napkin from the table, and shot his seed into the square of linen.
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It was late, and Madalene tossed and turned in Jean Marc’s bunk, given his insistence that she avail herself of his hospitality, while he occupied the hammock. She knew what kept her awake, what held her in thrall, but she understood it not. In the dark, and beneath the covers, she revisited the strange series of events that led to the heated exchange after dinner and wondered how the buccaneer took command of her body so completely. How he uncovered and connected with something new and exciting she never knew existed within her.
Beneath the sheet, she slid her hand down to the place he wreaked havoc and touched herself, but nothing happened. At last, she sat upright.
“Jean Marc, are you awake?” Unseeing, she held her breath.
“Of course. How could anyone sleep with all that noise you make?” He snorted. “What is wrong, Mon Chou ?”
“What did you do to me, earlier?” Just posing the question gave her a shiver of delight, and she elaborated no more, as she suspected he knew exactly what she referenced.
“I pleasured you.” He chuckled. “I set you free, Maddie. Why do you ask?”
“You cannot be serious.” She kicked loose from the blanket. “Can you explain it?”
“I gather you have never encountered anything like it.” Did he have to use that arrogant tone?
“Did we make love?” Folding her arms in front of her, she pondered the consequences of her behavior. “Am I spoiled?”
“No, we did not make love.” Given his response, she sighed in relief. “There are many different ways to achieve completion without the deflowering, and what I did with you is but one. No one need ever know
So he traced tiny circles along the sensitive inner surface of her legs. At her knee, he delayed, he lingered, he took his time with her, and still she displayed no acknowledgement of his salacious advance, so he proceeded.
At last, he grazed the delicate little curls that surrounded the entrance to paradise, and she gasped, but he swallowed it. Now he unleashed his hunger, let it envelop her, lead her, and drive her. Given her lack of protest, he touched and parted her most intimate flesh, and it was then Maddie broke their kiss.
“Do you want me to stop?” Hovering at the point of no return, his voice came to him as if through a dense fog, and he scarcely recognized his tone. On the verge of triumph, he hesitated, and it took everything inside him, every ounce of strength to deny the enticing glory she manifested. Desire sparked, flared, and spread beneath his skin, as an unquenchable flame, and he longed to brand her as his. But despite his base urges, despite the overwhelming craving, he turned his attention to her and an approval he never imagined pursuing.
Shaking her head, she whispered, “ No .”
In that instant, Jean Marc plunged and took his lady with him. As he took the helm and steered them into the storm, he seized her lips. With his tongue teasing and darting, he lured, caressed and inflamed, while he worked magic with his fingers at the apex of her thighs. He journeyed beyond the confines of time and space, soaring into a world all their own.
Too soon, Maddie twisted and turned, stretched long, and went rigid in his arms. Jerking free from his kiss, she met his questioning gaze with a wide-eyed stare, and in her blue depths he spied the wonderment of virgin completion, as she serenaded him with a series of precious yelps and sobs, before collapsing, relaxed, spent, and vulnerable in his embrace.
And that was the time to act, to push her onto her belly, on the mattress, and take her bottom. Awash with insatiable lust and gritting his teeth, he thrust her to her feet, unhooked his breeches, freed his length, grabbed a napkin from the table, and shot his seed into the square of linen.
#
It was late, and Madalene tossed and turned in Jean Marc’s bunk, given his insistence that she avail herself of his hospitality, while he occupied the hammock. She knew what kept her awake, what held her in thrall, but she understood it not. In the dark, and beneath the covers, she revisited the strange series of events that led to the heated exchange after dinner and wondered how the buccaneer took command of her body so completely. How he uncovered and connected with something new and exciting she never knew existed within her.
Beneath the sheet, she slid her hand down to the place he wreaked havoc and touched herself, but nothing happened. At last, she sat upright.
“Jean Marc, are you awake?” Unseeing, she held her breath.
“Of course. How could anyone sleep with all that noise you make?” He snorted. “What is wrong, Mon Chou ?”
“What did you do to me, earlier?” Just posing the question gave her a shiver of delight, and she elaborated no more, as she suspected he knew exactly what she referenced.
“I pleasured you.” He chuckled. “I set you free, Maddie. Why do you ask?”
“You cannot be serious.” She kicked loose from the blanket. “Can you explain it?”
“I gather you have never encountered anything like it.” Did he have to use that arrogant tone?
“Did we make love?” Folding her arms in front of her, she pondered the consequences of her behavior. “Am I spoiled?”
“No, we did not make love.” Given his response, she sighed in relief. “There are many different ways to achieve completion without the deflowering, and what I did with you is but one. No one need ever know
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