“It’s a real ask.” She could not take another orgasm like that.
“Can I come on your tits?”
Had he really just asked her that? After all he’d done? And was he already unbuttoning her dress? “Go come on Faith’s tits.”
“So that’s a yes.” Popping the top button of his jeans, he shucked them off while somehow still managing to find his balance atop her. Then reached right on in and scooped out her breasts, Sandwiching his ridiculous cock between pale mounds.
Leaving Eugenia with a view of tan erection poking from squished boobs. His glans exposed as the foreskin caught with each thrust. As he fucked her breasts, unabashed, nothing but a beast.
Muscles rippling, he let go. He enjoyed. Watching her, clenching his ass to move his monster through a fleshy grip, base to tip… so near her mouth she could almost taste him.
In no way in a rush, he enjoyed her.
“Open.”
Why on earth she did, she couldn’t say, jaw wide as he splashed the first spurt of his spend on her waiting tongue.
The rest was smeared between her tits, slicking his way as his eyes rolled back and his back arched.
It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life.
His total loss of control.
On the last pulse, the one that came after all his seed twitched between her mashed cleavage, he looked down and said it again. “I love you.”
And it was too much. Tasting come for the first time in six years, remembering how much she loved it. The intimacy of accepting something a little dirty on her lips.
“Hey.” Stroking her cheek, the captain murmured, “It’s going to be okay.”
Terrified, because it never would be, she said, “I don’t think it is.”
“You’ll see.” After a sexy smile, he reached over, untying one sailor’s knot and then the next. Rubbing her wrists where they were red. Kissing her fingertips. “I’m going to do the tongue thing again, nice and slow.”
Which seemed a particular mercy, her clit throbbing to be touched after that show. The traitor.
Her ankles still bound, her thighs forced open, he ate her pussy for ages. Nice and slow, her fingers in his hair, his grip cradling her hips. Riding his mouth, she took as he had taken.
The second climax washed over her—difficult, beautiful, dangerous—undulating from core to toes. The hardest she’d ever come.
Legs set free, he scooped her into his arms, rubbing her back and hushing her when the occasional sob escaped. The harder she fought to hold in the sound, the more often breath stuttered and her tears leaked free.
He told her to just let go, promised her that he’d help her through it.
She didn’t let go. No, she fought all she felt. So it burst out on its own until she was completely wracked by sobs.
While he whispered secrets to her in the dark—secrets about life, about the nature of humankind, about how he’d never, ever let her go—she fell asleep.
Utterly spent, hollow, and overfull.
Chapter Fifteen
“Those things I mentioned. The things to make you happy…” Kissing behind her ear, urging Eugenia to wake with the heat of his body and the attention of his mouth, the captain said, “Today, I’ll introduce you to the children.”
Like a bucket of cold water to the face, Eugenia’s heart picked up, her body tensed, and any hint of lazy drowsiness evaporated. “You’re going to take me down to Level 9 and lock me in.”
He didn’t deny it. “I should…”
Considering Eugenia’s standing agreement with Joan, her sharp, twisting fear should not have been allowed to leave her shivering. But if Joan was lying, and Eugenia was conveniently stashed away, it would only be a matter of time before the captain fished another pretty girl of a certain age out of the water. And where would that leave her?