fantasy, Sara,” he said. “For me, this is real. I have wanted you from the first day I saw you
step off the ship.”
“You were watching me?” she asked.
“I was devouring you, sweet Sara,” he whispered, his lips at her ear. He flicked his tongue along the silky
spiral and Silkie shivered. His warm breath was invading her body, sending clenches of lust through her
belly. “I became lost in your beauty and I knew I had to have you.” His palm gently squeezed and he
molded her beneath the silk of her robe, pushing upward lightly. “I vowed I’d make you mine and there
would never be another man to lay hands to you.”
His words were sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down her spine. He might have been
playacting, carrying on a scenario he had performed countless times with other women, but she didn’t
think that was the case. She heard sadness beneath his words. She heard loneliness being dredged up
from the man’s very soul.
“We were made to be together, Sara,” he said, his kisses trailing from her ear down the side of her neck
and onto her shoulder. His thumb was sweeping across her erect nipple and sending shudders of delight
down her side. “We were destined to be together.”
Her hands were splayed across his powerful chest and she could feel his heart thundering. If what he was
doing was nothing more than an act—a routine he had perfected over the years—his blood would not be
rushing so quickly through his veins, she reasoned. He would be blasé about the whole thing, calm,
methodical and not quivering beneath her hands when she leaned into him.
“I need you, Sara,” he whispered and claimed her mouth once more. His kiss was long, hard, draining
and when his lips slid from hers, he gathered her to him, his arms going around her to crush her tightly to
him.
“I need you, too, Sean,” she replied. “I have needed you all my life.”
He ran his hands beneath her hips, lifted her up. Silkie threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her
legs around his lean hips. As he turned and started for the bedroom with her, she could feel the leap of
his cock probing at her rump with each step he took.
The bedroom suite was dark but he knew where to find the bed. Once he was there, he bent forward,
allowing Silkie to fall away from his taut body. She reluctantly let go of her hold on his neck, unwrapped
her legs from his waist as she felt the depression of the mattress against her back. Without a word, she
dug her heels into the coverlet and scooted backwards, giving him room to join her there on the edge, but
Sean was undoing his britches, flicking the buttons aside with haste. When the last button was opened, he
sat down beside her and began pulling off his boots.
“You want me to take you like that, sweet Sara?” he asked, one corner of his mouth lifted in challenge.
“Or are you gonna take off that robe?” Before she could answer, he tossed aside his boot and looked
around at her. “Or would you like me to rip it off you?”
“No!” she said, liking the garment too much to see it destroyed. She came to her knees on the bed and
stripped out of the robe.
She heard him draw in a breath as his gaze fell to her breasts. He gave a slight little smile. “I’ll damned
sure have you screaming for sure this time,” he said enigmatically.
“Screaming?” she said, blinking.
“In a good way, sweet Sara,” he promised. “Screaming with pleasure, my lady.”
His back was to her as he peeled off his socks. She reached out to draw her hands along his naked
shoulders, down the strong column of his spine as he leaned back to peel off his britches. She put her
arms around him as he kicked free of the gabardine, running the palms of her hands over his shoulders
and onto the flexing muscles of his pecs.
Sean laid his head back, feeling her lips on the side of his neck. He smiled, his breath coming in quicker,
much shallower cadence. While her hands roamed
step off the ship.”
“You were watching me?” she asked.
“I was devouring you, sweet Sara,” he whispered, his lips at her ear. He flicked his tongue along the silky
spiral and Silkie shivered. His warm breath was invading her body, sending clenches of lust through her
belly. “I became lost in your beauty and I knew I had to have you.” His palm gently squeezed and he
molded her beneath the silk of her robe, pushing upward lightly. “I vowed I’d make you mine and there
would never be another man to lay hands to you.”
His words were sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down her spine. He might have been
playacting, carrying on a scenario he had performed countless times with other women, but she didn’t
think that was the case. She heard sadness beneath his words. She heard loneliness being dredged up
from the man’s very soul.
“We were made to be together, Sara,” he said, his kisses trailing from her ear down the side of her neck
and onto her shoulder. His thumb was sweeping across her erect nipple and sending shudders of delight
down her side. “We were destined to be together.”
Her hands were splayed across his powerful chest and she could feel his heart thundering. If what he was
doing was nothing more than an act—a routine he had perfected over the years—his blood would not be
rushing so quickly through his veins, she reasoned. He would be blasé about the whole thing, calm,
methodical and not quivering beneath her hands when she leaned into him.
“I need you, Sara,” he whispered and claimed her mouth once more. His kiss was long, hard, draining
and when his lips slid from hers, he gathered her to him, his arms going around her to crush her tightly to
him.
“I need you, too, Sean,” she replied. “I have needed you all my life.”
He ran his hands beneath her hips, lifted her up. Silkie threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her
legs around his lean hips. As he turned and started for the bedroom with her, she could feel the leap of
his cock probing at her rump with each step he took.
The bedroom suite was dark but he knew where to find the bed. Once he was there, he bent forward,
allowing Silkie to fall away from his taut body. She reluctantly let go of her hold on his neck, unwrapped
her legs from his waist as she felt the depression of the mattress against her back. Without a word, she
dug her heels into the coverlet and scooted backwards, giving him room to join her there on the edge, but
Sean was undoing his britches, flicking the buttons aside with haste. When the last button was opened, he
sat down beside her and began pulling off his boots.
“You want me to take you like that, sweet Sara?” he asked, one corner of his mouth lifted in challenge.
“Or are you gonna take off that robe?” Before she could answer, he tossed aside his boot and looked
around at her. “Or would you like me to rip it off you?”
“No!” she said, liking the garment too much to see it destroyed. She came to her knees on the bed and
stripped out of the robe.
She heard him draw in a breath as his gaze fell to her breasts. He gave a slight little smile. “I’ll damned
sure have you screaming for sure this time,” he said enigmatically.
“Screaming?” she said, blinking.
“In a good way, sweet Sara,” he promised. “Screaming with pleasure, my lady.”
His back was to her as he peeled off his socks. She reached out to draw her hands along his naked
shoulders, down the strong column of his spine as he leaned back to peel off his britches. She put her
arms around him as he kicked free of the gabardine, running the palms of her hands over his shoulders
and onto the flexing muscles of his pecs.
Sean laid his head back, feeling her lips on the side of his neck. He smiled, his breath coming in quicker,
much shallower cadence. While her hands roamed
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