who would seek their fortunes on the Mediterranean Sea.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Wraith wrapped one strong arm beneath Faryn’s knees and another behind her back and lifted her into the air. He carried her through the door of their cabin aboard The Avenger and toward the bed, where he gently laid her down before covering her with his body.
“We did it, my love,” he whispered, nipping at her lips with his teeth.
Faryn wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer for a kiss. Their mouths connected in an arousing melding of tongue and lips.
“And now we shall sail back to France?” she asked, panting from how his kisses always seemed to take her breath away, make her blood pump hard through her veins and send her body singing.
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps not?”
He chuckled and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Faryn arched her back and tilted her head to the side, allowing him a greater expanse of her flesh to kiss and suck.
“’Tis true we have recaptured the innocent. Thank ye Gods Queen Orelia sold all of them to only a select few. But I thought for us to drop them on a French beach before sailing to a remote island, where I might enjoy your body for days on end, until we can both no longer stand, without taking on any further responsibilities.”
His hands traveled over her ribs, down her hips and to her thighs, where he gripped her behind the knees and pulled them up around his waist so he might settle between her legs. His rigid cock pressed against her cunny, which was already wet with wanting.
He rocked back and forth against her, sending frissons of desire and need sparkling through her limbs.
“Mmm…yes…” she moaned, arching her back and undulating her hips in time with his.
“Not so fast, love. I want to make love to you all night.”
He stood abruptly and pulled her up with him. The light faded through the porthole, bathing them in an ethereal tranquility. The ship swayed back and forth against the dock. Save for a few men on watch, the rest of the crew were in port, no doubt at a tavern or whorehouse, as the captain had given them the night off as thanks for all their hard work.
“I love you with a fierceness that grips me right here.” He tapped his chest.
Faryn reached up and pressed the palm to his chest, then trailed her hand lower to pull the linen shirt from his breeches. She trailed her hand beneath the fabric up his smooth stomach to his chest and again flattened her hand over his heart. She could feel the strong, steady beat of that organ beneath her fingertips. Wraith placed his hand over hers and threaded his other hand through her hair.
Their gazes locked in an intense stare—gray passionate storm clouds melded with blue desire.
“I love you too,” she whispered. “I could never live without you.”
Wraith growled from deep in his chest and hauled her against him, his mouth coming down on hers with a fierce craving, claiming her once again. The stark, raw passion in their kiss was unmatched by any other kiss. They had been through so much together, learned so much from each other, and still come out on top, thriving, loving. Their lips slanted back and forth, teeth nipping, tongues sucking.
Hungrily they tore at their clothes, wanting nothing more than to press heated flesh to heated flesh. When finally neither wore a stitch of cloth, they pressed their bodies together, gasping at the silky sensation of her soft warm flesh against his sinewy hot length.
Her hands rubbed up and down his body, massaging the muscles of his back, buttocks and flanks, over his taut arms, broad shoulders and the ridges of his chest and stomach. Fingers swirled around his nipples and gently toyed with the crisp yet soft chest hair. She paused just short of his hard, thick cock to run her hands back over the muscles of his strong form.
He let his hands trail over her rounded hips, tight buttocks, lithe thighs, flat belly and supple breasts. She’d taken to using a
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Wraith wrapped one strong arm beneath Faryn’s knees and another behind her back and lifted her into the air. He carried her through the door of their cabin aboard The Avenger and toward the bed, where he gently laid her down before covering her with his body.
“We did it, my love,” he whispered, nipping at her lips with his teeth.
Faryn wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer for a kiss. Their mouths connected in an arousing melding of tongue and lips.
“And now we shall sail back to France?” she asked, panting from how his kisses always seemed to take her breath away, make her blood pump hard through her veins and send her body singing.
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps not?”
He chuckled and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Faryn arched her back and tilted her head to the side, allowing him a greater expanse of her flesh to kiss and suck.
“’Tis true we have recaptured the innocent. Thank ye Gods Queen Orelia sold all of them to only a select few. But I thought for us to drop them on a French beach before sailing to a remote island, where I might enjoy your body for days on end, until we can both no longer stand, without taking on any further responsibilities.”
His hands traveled over her ribs, down her hips and to her thighs, where he gripped her behind the knees and pulled them up around his waist so he might settle between her legs. His rigid cock pressed against her cunny, which was already wet with wanting.
He rocked back and forth against her, sending frissons of desire and need sparkling through her limbs.
“Mmm…yes…” she moaned, arching her back and undulating her hips in time with his.
“Not so fast, love. I want to make love to you all night.”
He stood abruptly and pulled her up with him. The light faded through the porthole, bathing them in an ethereal tranquility. The ship swayed back and forth against the dock. Save for a few men on watch, the rest of the crew were in port, no doubt at a tavern or whorehouse, as the captain had given them the night off as thanks for all their hard work.
“I love you with a fierceness that grips me right here.” He tapped his chest.
Faryn reached up and pressed the palm to his chest, then trailed her hand lower to pull the linen shirt from his breeches. She trailed her hand beneath the fabric up his smooth stomach to his chest and again flattened her hand over his heart. She could feel the strong, steady beat of that organ beneath her fingertips. Wraith placed his hand over hers and threaded his other hand through her hair.
Their gazes locked in an intense stare—gray passionate storm clouds melded with blue desire.
“I love you too,” she whispered. “I could never live without you.”
Wraith growled from deep in his chest and hauled her against him, his mouth coming down on hers with a fierce craving, claiming her once again. The stark, raw passion in their kiss was unmatched by any other kiss. They had been through so much together, learned so much from each other, and still come out on top, thriving, loving. Their lips slanted back and forth, teeth nipping, tongues sucking.
Hungrily they tore at their clothes, wanting nothing more than to press heated flesh to heated flesh. When finally neither wore a stitch of cloth, they pressed their bodies together, gasping at the silky sensation of her soft warm flesh against his sinewy hot length.
Her hands rubbed up and down his body, massaging the muscles of his back, buttocks and flanks, over his taut arms, broad shoulders and the ridges of his chest and stomach. Fingers swirled around his nipples and gently toyed with the crisp yet soft chest hair. She paused just short of his hard, thick cock to run her hands back over the muscles of his strong form.
He let his hands trail over her rounded hips, tight buttocks, lithe thighs, flat belly and supple breasts. She’d taken to using a
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