The Pirate Prince by Connie Mason

tongue slide deep inside her. She lurched and cried out his name. His scent mingled with that of her own arousal, filling her senses. As if needing more of her, he hooked his arms under her thighs and draped her legs over his shoulders. His tongue was a slice of dark magic, licking, savoring, thrusting in and out of her tight passage, driving her toward a place she had never been before.
    She arched up against his hot mouth, pushed by a wildness building inside her; the growing sounds of frenzy in her throat filled the silence of the cabin. A few moments more of this and she would shatter.
    Then she did shatter, her throbbing body dissolving in a pool of pleasure so intense she feared she would drown in it.
    She screamed Dariq’s name.
    The sound brought Dariq surging upward to watch her. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “The loveliest sight in the world is a woman in the throes of ecstasy.”
    “What happened?” Willow asked breathlessly.
    “You experienced an orgasm. ’Tis the greatest pleasure you will ever know.”
    “Did you…?”
    “Nay.” He grasped her hand, placing it over his groin. “My cock is still rock hard.”
    “Did you receive no pleasure?”
    “My pleasure was watching yours.” His silver gaze glittered. “There is something you can do for me, however.” He curled her fingers around his manhood and slowly moved them up and down, teaching her a rhythm as old as mankind.
    His flesh beneath her hand was hard, hot and slick. She didn’t want to touch him like this, but she couldn’t find the will to stop. She curled her fingers around him, moving them up and down the way he had shown her. She felt his body grow taut and his manhood grow even larger. He kept his need in check, but she could feel it, a power coiling out of him and surrounding her.
    “Faster,” he panted. “I’m almost there.”
    His head fell back, his teeth were bared, and he looked as if he were suffering intense pain. Suddenly he lurched upward, shouting his pleasure as he reached his peak. She stared at him. Their eyes locked as the tension drained from his face.
    Willow scooted away, shocked at what had just taken place between them. She had never imagined, never dreamed such things were possible between a man and a woman.
    And she was still technically a virgin
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Chapter Six
    Reaching for her temper to ease her conscience, Willow shoved Dariq so hard he fell out of bed. Legs sprawled, arms akimbo, he glared up at her. “Why did you do that?”
    “You had no right to do what you did to me.”
    Dariq picked himself up off the floor, not in the least embarrassed by his nudity. “Perhaps not, but you cannot deny that you enjoyed it.”
    Her chin rose. “You forced me. I had no idea what you were doing. Never touch me like that again.”
    As he stood there with his hands on sturdy hips, his legs spread wide, Willow watched in dismay as his manhood sprang up from the nest of dark hair at his groin. She swallowed hard and looked away.
    “You have no say in the matter,” Dariq said. “You are my captive; I can use you in whatever manner I please.”
    “I thought I was your guest.”
    “Aye, a very special guest. I will personally see that you have everything your heart desires … including pleasure.” He placed a knee on the bed. “There is still time for another lesson.”
    There came a knock on the door. Grateful for the reprieve, Willow heaved a sigh. Dariq reached for his trousers and pulled them on.
    “Who is it?”
    “Osman. I bring fresh water.”
    Dariq sent Willow a look lush with sensual promise before bidding Osman to enter.
    “Do you wish to shave, master?” Osman asked, looking anywhere but at the rumpled bed.
    “Aye. Take the water into my sleeping quarters. Then fetch another pitcher for the lady.”
    “He knows,” Willow hissed after Osman scooted out the door.
    Dariq shrugged. “What does it matter? You are a woman, and women are made to give and receive pleasure. ’Tis a natural