Chapter 12

" W HAT ARE YOU GOING to do now, Jude?"

Pushing his hard ridge against her stomach, he felt—more than heard—a small gasp escape from her pouty lips. And then he did what any good pirate did. Despite not being a pirate. He plundered.

One minute he intended to chastise her for her choices and behavior, the next minute he let his lips do the punishing. And his hands. Oh, yes. His hands were gripping her hips so hard now that he had to let up before he left a mark on her.

He needed a taste of that dream again. Last night was a blur, from both the alcohol and the drugging. And he felt a compulsion to devour her. The urge would not go unsatiated, he knew because he couldn't will his cockstand to calm down. It was thick between his legs and wanted in on the action.

She was a siren. A damn siren leading to his demise. He knew it yet he couldn't pull away. What was it about her? Besides her obvious beauty, what was it about her that beckoned to him? That openness she carried around like a badge. The woman was practically daring him to show her new experiences. Not even daring, explicitly asking for them and submitting herself to him. At least, her body. He had no delusions that the woman would submit to him in her mind or verbally. But her body…that was what he craved.

His tongue swept into her mouth and hers danced across his. Her hands were clawing into his scalp and he was already lifting her thighs to encircle his waist. Backing them both up to the bed, he tossed her down and wasted not a second in tearing off his shirt.

The desire in her eyes flamed an unknown piece of his soul as he climbed over her.

"You need to be taught who's in charge, don't you?"

When she nodded, his heart beat wildly in his chest, an untamable storm was loosed. That was as close to submission as he was going to get, and coming from her, he felt set free.

Lifting her skirts, he squeezed her thighs. Desperate. Primal. Untethered. He needed to taste her.

He caught her gaze. Seeing how dark her eyes were, almost black, he thought surely they mirrored his own unbridled yearning. How she could do this to him, render him savage…barbaric…was bewildering to him.

Having been with enough women, he knew how to manage them for a tryst in his bed. But this fierce longing, almost near his heart, this he wasn't sure about. And he didn't want to pay it any mind as she arched her hips up toward him.

The virgin didn't even know what she was asking for, he knew that much. But her female instincts were taking over and he could no more deny her this yearning than he could deny his own hunger.

"I'm dying to taste you, Siren. Dying to lick you up. Front to back. Dying to taste every inch of you until you're begging for release. I'm going to devour you, feast on you until I'm full. And then I'm going to do it again. When I'm done with you, you won't even remember your name."

Her moan. Her tight grip on her skirts. Her lightly thrusting hips. Her parted mouth and closed eyes.

He needed more of that. He needed more of her. He wanted to know every inch of her body with exact precision. All her flavors. All of her scents. Not just the soft scent of lavender she must use in her soap and in her hair. He wanted to better know the taste of her lips, her skin, everything.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, and instantly she obeyed. As if his words had been a string pulling her knees down to the mattress in the shape of a butterfly.

He looked up to see her pretty pink flower and he almost lost his balance at the treasure before him.

"God, you're wet already." His cock throbbed in breeches, desperate for its own release. But now was not the time. He needed her slickness on his tongue. He needed her flavor in his mouth. He was so damn thirsty for her. He could imagine himself drinking at her fount for days if she let him.

"Is that bad?" she panted in dismay.

"No." He trailed a finger down her slit, and her eyes flew open in shock. Pleasure flooded her gaze as he put his finger in his mouth and sucked. This was going to be good.

"You're delicious, Siren. But I knew you would be."

He could see her taut nipples pricking at her bodice and he tugged it down. "Touch yourself here." He licked each nipple and blew a stream across them one by one, knowing her hands would soon take over. Having her move at his command made his cock swell and he knew he could blow just tasting her .

When her hands took the place of his tongue on her nipples, he dipped his head down between her thighs.

With one long lick, he drenched his tongue in her juices.

Her whimper made him repeat his action for a second, third, and fourth time. Each time licking longer and slower.

When he glanced up, he saw a tear forming in the corner of one of her eyes, so he squeezed her thighs tighter and went down again.

This time he kissed her lips, licking, sucking, nipping. Shamelessly, she pushed herself against his mouth while he devoured her. Moving up slowly, he thickened his tongue and pressed it steadily to her pearl until she mewled. Only after she hissed his name did he start sucking on her bundle of nerves.

Her breasts shot up from the bed and she only massaged herself harder.

"That's it, Aggie. Feel that." He supped hard on her bud, alternating between licking and sucking on her. "That's me lapping you up. Give me more of that. I want to drink it all." A gush of cream released and he felt some release from his cock. This woman was such a damn temptress, he needed more.

"Come on, Aggie. I know you've got more for me. I'm thirsty for more of you. Give it to me," he coaxed as he pinched one of her nipples. With a slight twist, she shook. "That's a good girl. Your body was made for me to play with. To taste. To feast on. To pleasure. So give me that cream I want to eat up." She shuddered again and he held her tight.

He dragged his tongue down to collect her cream in his mouth. His cock was so hard he thought he would burst again in his breeches. But this time he would hold it in and wait for her.

She gushed again and he groaned as he drank from her body.

"Jude," she panted. His name becoming a mantra. Her body becoming his sustenance. "Jude, Jude, Jude, uhh… "

Her sounds were his drug, and he wanted more. More of her cream. More of her moans. More of her. Everything about her. He needed to devour her whole. He opened his mouth and kissed along her nub as if it were her mouth. Licking without stopping. Nipping. Sucking.

"Give me more, Aggie. Now," he growled as he placed a long thick lick at her lips.

Her head thrashed above him, and with his forearm he anchored her down at the waist. While he pressed his cock into the bed, desperate for relief. He had never been so hard in his life. There was something about this woman that made him hard enough to crush diamonds.

One more longer lick and when he reached her center, he flicked his tongue back and forth over her blossoming flower. He couldn't get enough. He wanted more, so he lapped over her and over her until she was sobbing.

Unlike any other woman, any other sound, he needed her. He needed her to come. He needed her to come on him. All over him. Through him. With one last surge, he sucked on her bud as she screamed his name.

But he didn't stop there, he sucked longer, forcing her to scream his name again and again until it turned into sobbing. Her body shook as pleasure rattled through her. He could see the waves of pleasure rippling over her body, and it was the single most erotic thing he had ever seen. This woman in raptures. This woman giving her whole self over to pleasure. Over to him. God, he wanted to blow, but instead of his cock, something else inside of him seemed to explode.

And all the while, she kept murmuring his name over and over again.

His name intermingled with one word he wasn't expecting to love, More .