Excitement, flaring anticipation and relief rushed through her; giddy, she closed her eyes, sucked in a breath, grabbed his shoulders for balance. Head back, braced against the wall, she felt him nudge into her softness, ease in just a fraction—then he stopped.
Held them both on the brink, nerves coiled, clenched, waiting…
She raised her lids, through the dimness found the dark glint of his eyes. Held them for a pregnant second, then provocatively murmured, “And did you claim them?”
He thrust into her, and filled her, not slowly, not fast, but powerfully, forging in, the latent strength in his body, so much greater than hers, blatantly evident. She couldn’t have prevented him, denied him her body, held him out had she wanted to, not by any physical means.
He thrust deep, impaled her fully, then leaned close, and whispered against her lips, “I tried.”
Her lips curved in response.
Physically, she was his. Emotionally, he was hers.
As if in acknowledgment of that truth, his gaze lowered to her lips. “I was never sure I succeeded.”
He kissed her rapaciously, and their ride began. More forceful, less civilized, more real than before. The sense of being a figment of the other’s fantasy released what little inhibitions they possessed, unlocked and let fall the last restraints.
Let them both be as they dreamed of being, a revelation deeper, more intimate, more telling.
He held her against the wall, supporting her weight, and thrust heavily into her. She gasped, clung to his shoulders, gripped his hips with her knees, and rode every deep penetration.
When she broke from the kiss on a sob, he bent his head and feasted on her breasts. Took all he wished without qu
arter.
Ravished her, body, mind, and soul.
Even while her body shuddered, racked by a superbly gauged intimate assault wholly focused on bringing about her surrender, the elements of desire their roles revealed spun around her, through her.
Slowly coalesced even while he drove her to the brink, and over.
Until she screamed his name on a breathless cry, and shattered.
He withdrew from her and carried her to the bed, tossed her across it, stripped her nightgown away, stripped off his breeches, and joined her. Trapped her beneath him, with his thighs spread hers wide, settled between, caught her hands one in each of his, raised them level with her head, then pressed them to the coverlet as he braced his arms and rose over her, held her down as with one powerful surge he joined with her.
And took more. Demanded more, every last gasp, every last sob of helpless desire she had it in her to give.
Heat poured from him, turned their skins slick, burned through their veins, and still she met him, matched him, stayed with him. Gave all he asked, took all he gave in return. Exulted as from under weighted lids she watched him above her.
Hot, relentless, unforgivingly hard—and hers.
He drove her ruthlessly up and over the peak; her awareness fractured into slivers of glowing gold. She felt him follow hard on her heels into physical oblivion; he slumped atop her and she freed her hands, slid her arms around him and held him close—and that power that had grown immeasurably in the last weeks rose up and engulfed them.
In that moment of blessed peace, a sense of certainty bloomed and burgeoned within her.
Long moments passed before they eventually moved, just enough to find the pillows and slip under the covers, not enough to disturb the heavy pleasure that lay upon them, that had sunk to their bones, and deeper.
Curled within his arms, her head on his shoulder, she felt her lips curve as, borne on the cusp of sated slumber, the truth gleamed, clear, in her mind. Her fantasy had been an extension of their real lives—lord and lady—that was who they were. His fantasy, however…in it was embedded the real truth of what they were, what they meant to each other.
He was the pirate who had captured her.
She was the siren who, his captive, had captured him.
CHAPTER 20
THE NEXT MORNING, WHEN THEY GATHERED FOR BREAKfast, Nicholas was much improved, yet to his irritation was straitly informed by Charles, Jack, and Gervase that he could not stir a foot without a guard.
As their clear message was that they wouldn’t permit him to stir that foot, he had no option but to acquiesce.