leather breeches and a flowing white linen shirt, his customary attire, along with two pistols tucked in his waistband, but she pretended not to notice. Surrounded by the surliest, most well-fortified bridal party in history, battle-hardened creatures bearing countless knives and swords, Lady Madalene Davies stood beside ex-pirate Jean Marc Cavalier, as a stodgy and proper parson read from the Book of Common Prayer. With Tyne acting as best man and maid of honor, it was an interesting contradiction, to say the least.
Focusing on the vows, she faced her soon-to-be spouse, held his hands, and pledged, “My heart will be your shelter, and my arms will be your home.”
Then it was her buccaneer’s turn, and he infused his words with various inflections she understood too well. Never had she found anything sacred so humorous.
The parson closed the tome and cleared his throat. “By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Cavalier, you may kiss your bride.”
Just as she anticipated, her marauder swept her into his embrace and favored her with a thorough expression of his ardor, which set the tone for their union, and she encouraged him with additional flicks and darts of her tongue.
When they surfaced, she gasped. “Where did you find an honest man of the cloth to perform the ceremony, or is it not legal?”
“ Mon Chou , for good or ill, you are mine by law.” The barbarian raider surfaced with a snicker. “And Mr. Boone’s parsonage requires a new roof, which I was only too happy to pay for, in exchange for his services.”
“How resourceful is my husband.” She squealed when he bent and hoisted her over his shoulder. “Oh, Jean Marc, what are you doing?”
“It is time to seal our promise in the customary fashion.” In a few strides, he carried her to the jolly boat, where the pirate leader who took her from the Fair Winds lingered. “Maddie, meet the Iron Corsair. He conspired to help me liberate you from your bastard father.”
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” From her odd perch, she extended her hand, and the rogue winked and pressed his lips to the back of her knuckles.
“The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Cavalier.” He clucked his tongue. “And it was worth it, as I never thought I would see the day that Jean Marc took a bride, but stranger things have happened.”
“Enough talk.” Jean Marc deposited her on the middle bench and then eased behind her, so that she perched between his legs, as when he taught her to fish. “Now make yourself useful and give us a heave-ho.”
With a loud whistle, the Iron Corsair summoned the crew, and amid well wishes and congratulations, the men pushed the small skiff into the tide. As her husband rowed them to the Morass , she rested against his chest and caressed his thighs.
In exchange, he licked and suckled the sensitive flesh at the base of her ear, and his breath grew ragged, when she took his hand and pressed it to her breast. She needed no warning to know their coupling would be neither gentle nor quick, as the rock-hard erection resting against her derriere beckoned, even then.
At the mainsail hull, he held steady the Jacob’s ladder, as she climbed to the waist. When he joined her, he swept her off her feet and kissed her, as he navigated the lower deck of the ship.
“Where is everyone?” She noted the eerie quiet of the usually bustling and noisy vessel.
“They will sleep ashore, tonight.” In his cabin, he slammed shut the door and threw her none-too-softly on the bunk. After stripping off his shirt, he doffed his boots and breeches. Naked and aroused, he pleasured himself and smiled. “And now that I have spoken the vows, I am bloody well going to enjoy the consummation.”
And so it commenced.
Spearing his fingers in her hair, he led her to his chair, where he sat, spread his legs, brought her to her knees, and took her mouth. For the next few hours,
Focusing on the vows, she faced her soon-to-be spouse, held his hands, and pledged, “My heart will be your shelter, and my arms will be your home.”
Then it was her buccaneer’s turn, and he infused his words with various inflections she understood too well. Never had she found anything sacred so humorous.
The parson closed the tome and cleared his throat. “By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Cavalier, you may kiss your bride.”
Just as she anticipated, her marauder swept her into his embrace and favored her with a thorough expression of his ardor, which set the tone for their union, and she encouraged him with additional flicks and darts of her tongue.
When they surfaced, she gasped. “Where did you find an honest man of the cloth to perform the ceremony, or is it not legal?”
“ Mon Chou , for good or ill, you are mine by law.” The barbarian raider surfaced with a snicker. “And Mr. Boone’s parsonage requires a new roof, which I was only too happy to pay for, in exchange for his services.”
“How resourceful is my husband.” She squealed when he bent and hoisted her over his shoulder. “Oh, Jean Marc, what are you doing?”
“It is time to seal our promise in the customary fashion.” In a few strides, he carried her to the jolly boat, where the pirate leader who took her from the Fair Winds lingered. “Maddie, meet the Iron Corsair. He conspired to help me liberate you from your bastard father.”
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” From her odd perch, she extended her hand, and the rogue winked and pressed his lips to the back of her knuckles.
“The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Cavalier.” He clucked his tongue. “And it was worth it, as I never thought I would see the day that Jean Marc took a bride, but stranger things have happened.”
“Enough talk.” Jean Marc deposited her on the middle bench and then eased behind her, so that she perched between his legs, as when he taught her to fish. “Now make yourself useful and give us a heave-ho.”
With a loud whistle, the Iron Corsair summoned the crew, and amid well wishes and congratulations, the men pushed the small skiff into the tide. As her husband rowed them to the Morass , she rested against his chest and caressed his thighs.
In exchange, he licked and suckled the sensitive flesh at the base of her ear, and his breath grew ragged, when she took his hand and pressed it to her breast. She needed no warning to know their coupling would be neither gentle nor quick, as the rock-hard erection resting against her derriere beckoned, even then.
At the mainsail hull, he held steady the Jacob’s ladder, as she climbed to the waist. When he joined her, he swept her off her feet and kissed her, as he navigated the lower deck of the ship.
“Where is everyone?” She noted the eerie quiet of the usually bustling and noisy vessel.
“They will sleep ashore, tonight.” In his cabin, he slammed shut the door and threw her none-too-softly on the bunk. After stripping off his shirt, he doffed his boots and breeches. Naked and aroused, he pleasured himself and smiled. “And now that I have spoken the vows, I am bloody well going to enjoy the consummation.”
And so it commenced.
Spearing his fingers in her hair, he led her to his chair, where he sat, spread his legs, brought her to her knees, and took her mouth. For the next few hours,
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