The Black Morass (Pirates of the Coast Book 1) by Barbara Devlin Page A

of our games, unless you tell them.”
    His reply, simple in its affirmation, sent her reeling, as she wanted to know more of his many different ways .  “So I retain that which is owed to my future husband?”
    “Indeed, you remain intact.”  At his rejoinder, she collapsed into her pillow.
    “And can you expound upon what you did to yourself?”  That was what she wanted to know most.  “As a particular part of your anatomy does not always appear so…angry.  But it perks up when I wash your back, and I know not what to make of what I witnessed this evening, but I must confess you fascinate me far more than you shock me.  Are you surprised, and do you think me a low woman?”
    “I could never think ill of you, Maddie.”  She was so glad he said that.  “What you express is a natural, human desire, and there is no shame in your curiosity.  Indeed, our bodies were made for pleasure, and what I did for you I did for myself.  But there is nothing wrong in sexual fulfillment, and never let anyone tell you otherwise, because such desire often is fleeting.  It is to be treasured, thus you should celebrate what you experienced.”
    Oh, she was, in silence.
    “And what if I wish to partake of more?”  She prayed he would not make her provide specifics.
    Several seconds ticked past, and Madalene, wound tight as a clock spring, feared she might explode.  Stretching her legs, she ached in that spot at the apex of her thighs, and she longed to savor his touch, but she lacked the courage to invite him to her bed.  But the hunger spiked and speared through her veins, charging every nerve, spreading, fanning the flames of desire.
    “There is something we could try, but you must be certain, Mon Chou .”  How could he maintain a calm demeanor, when she wanted to scream?
    Threshing and flailing with newfound passion, she clenched her jaw.  “Believe me, I have never been more certain, Jean Marc.”
    “If I indulge you, I must have your word that you will stop me, if you become frightened or wish to cease the activity for any reason.”  He had to be joking.
    “Know that you have it.”  She imagined his fingers between her legs, playing her as a finely tuned fiddle.
    “Then we will begin your instruction, tomorrow.”  Tomorrow ?  But she needed him now.
    After a few minutes, a soft snore emanated from the hammock, and she expelled a rush of breath in frustration.  With her fist, she punched her pillow, rolled onto her side, and she doubted she would sleep a wink.

THE BLACK MORASS

    CHAPTER SIX
    “Pull gently, Maddie ,” Jean Marc whispered in her ear, as she sat between his legs and tensed.  “Now, ease up, but not too much.  Wait.  Stroke it, nice and slow.  You must tease it, Mon Chou .  Again.  Now, give it a sound yank.”
    “ Oh , it is so big.”  She squealed as she hauled in her first fish, which spattered her dress with water, as it flopped in the jolly boat.
    “It is a black sea bass, and it is very good eating.”  Laughing, he found her delight infectious.
    For the past three days, he engaged the society miss in licentious warfare, bringing her to release with his fingers every night, after dinner.  Without prompt, she planted herself in his lap and blossomed for him, and as he anticipated, she yearned for more.  So that morning, when he woke with his usual stubborn erection, he allowed her to touch him.
    At first, she hesitated and just stared at his most profound protuberance.  Then she caressed the plum-shaped tip, before grasping him, whole-heartedly.  The result had been satisfying if a bit humiliating, because she no sooner put her hands on him than he fired his cannon.  Afterward, her thoughts turned to food.  Indeed, Maddie was a woman after his heart.
    “Shall I catch another one?”  She wiggled her bottom, and his loins erupted in flames.
    “No.”  He noted the other boats returning to the Morass , and he picked up the oars.  “We have enough for