Warmth filled her. Softness caressed her. Then hardness, stroking over her body. The scents of man and sea curled around her. She sank deeper in the blankets, completely comfortable, and relaxed into the delicious warmth and pleasure.

Faryn’s eyes shot open and she jerked against a male body.

The gasp was stilled on her breath when lips claimed hers. She was rolled onto her back and a hard male body covered her. A tongue stroked along her mouth and hands roamed over her body. She should have cause to fear, but she would have recognized the kiss anywhere, and as shameful as it was, she welcomed Noir’s touch.

She leaned up, deepening the kiss, and curled her arms around his warm back, stroking over the smoothness of his flesh.

She spread her thighs beneath him, her knees at his hips, her body already slick with the need for him to sink inside her.

Noir moaned against her mouth. “Ye are a little vixen, are ye not?”

Faryn smiled and lifted her hips up until his arousal was cradled between her thighs. “I only do as my master bids me.”

When Noir didn’t answer right away the warmth started to desert her. Had she said something wrong? But he kissed her again, this time gently against her lips.

“Faryn, leannan, I dinna wish for ye to do only as I bid when we are together, like this.”

She didn’t know how to answer, wasn’t sure what he meant by his words. “I-I dinna understand.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, his hands settling on her hips. “Dinna spread your thighs for me because ye think I demand it. Do it because ye desire it. Do it because ye desire me.”

Stunned, she lost all sense of words. She did desire him. She did want him to drive deep inside her. She needed him to touch her. But what she realized then was he needed her to tell him that. He was so accustomed to women tossing up their skirts and taking him because he wanted them to, not because they had a choice. Why did he want it to be a choice with her? At the moment she cared not why, only that he did, and that she burned with a fever so hot only he could douse it.

“Touch me,” she demanded.

“Aye,” he growled, and crushed his lips to hers.

He kissed her senseless while pulling his shirt from her body. His hands roamed up over her ribs to her breasts, where he teased her nipples until she writhed and begged him for more. He bent his head low, taking a nipple gently into his mouth, then scraped his teeth over it and sucked gently.

Faryn moaned and tugged at his hair. Wanting more of what he had to give. Wanting a release as sweet as the one he’d given her in Orelia’s court.

“Noir, please!” she begged.

But he wouldn’t let her get away that easily. “What is it, minx? What do ye want from me?”

“Oh,” she gasped as his mouth went lower, his tongue circling over her navel. “Aye,” she whimpered, not really sure what she was saying, only knowing that the feel of his tongue on her flesh was exquisite.

He moved lower, kissing the top of her mons and blowing gently on the nub that sparked pleasure.

She bucked her hips and shrieked, “Nay! Aye!”

He darted his tongue out to lap at her pearl.

“Mmm…leannan…so delicious…”

Faryn threaded her fingers through his hair and spread her thighs wider.

Wraith lapped at her bud relentlessly, until she breathed so quickly she feared she’d faint. Her legs shook and surreal pleasure radiated through her entire body. She was on the precipice, about to break apart, when he stopped and thrust his tongue deep.

She moaned and writhed as his tongue darted in and out then swirled up to circle her nub before thrusting back into her core. She pressed her hips up and down in time with his swirling, thrusting tongue. Her head fell back and forth and she moved her hands from his hair to grip at the sheets.

But as close as she was to climaxing, he wouldn’t let her. Every time her body began to tremble and she was sure she’d break apart, he’d change his pace. Until she could no longer speak and her whole body shook with incomprehensible need.

He pulled his tongue from inside her and sucked her pearl into his mouth, rubbing his velvet tongue heatedly over and over the sweet nub. “Come,” he growled against her in demand.

With the force of seven seas, a climax crashed through her. For a moment, she ceased to be. Life itself was nonexistent and the only thing she knew was sheer erotic pleasure as it coursed through her.

He continued to lazily lap at her tingling flesh until her tremors subsided and her legs stopped shaking.

“Ye are exquisite,” he murmured. “To see ye in the moment ye take your pleasure… I nearly came undone myself.”

He pushed up onto his knees, his cock jutting out long, thick and hard.

Faryn licked her lips. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given her. But she wouldn’t ask, for fear he’d say nay.

“Thank ye,” she said, her voice hoarse from her moaning. She pushed up into a sitting position and tucked her legs underneath her.

Faryn gulped, her mouth opening and closing as she studied his naked body. Here in the cabin, she had much more leisure to watch him, to see him, without anyone standing on the outside making her feel self-conscious. Faryn wasn’t sure how to react or what to think. Sculptures and paintings had not prepared her for what jutted from between his muscled hips. Long, thick, hard. And that was only the beginning. She couldn’t describe more. Her body instinctively approved—mouth watering, belly fluttering, wetness pooling between her thighs.

Oh, my… Faryn wanted to reach out and stroke the smooth, velvety sac that rest beneath the hard length of his cock. Aye, cock. She dared roll the wicked word around her mind. For cock was the only word to describe his member. No polite words would do. For his cock, was made for pleasuring. Every naughty, wanton thought she’d had since meeting Noir came to the forefront of her mind, ending with what he had done to her with the swollen flesh of his cock. What she wanted to do to him.

Her desire must have been written on her face. His lips quirked up in a smile and he nodded as if answering her unuttered question—aye, he said. Aye, he would pleasure her until her body shook like the queen’s. Aye, he would take her to the pinnacle of the heavens and back down to earth again. Aye, this was happening.

“What are ye about, lass?” Wraith’s eyes twinkled. And she thought for sure this rake would know of her wicked plans.

She walked her fingers up from his navel to his chest and circled over his nipples before leaning forward and licking a tiny taut tip.

He sucked in his breath and threaded a hand in her hair.

“Do ye like that?” she asked.

“Aye,” he murmured.

She sucked harder on his nipple, as he’d done to her, and delighted in the short growl in the back of his throat. She tongued her way over to his other nipple, making sure it too got the same attention. As she sucked, she could hear his heart beating louder in his chest. Smug pleasure filled her, knowing she was the cause for his rapid pulse.

Taking her mouth away from his nipple, she leaned up and kissed his lips, the muskiness of her sex scented his face and flavored his tongue. She hadn’t expected that but found it an extreme aphrodisiac. Her sex fluttered and the renewed pulse of desire flooded lower.

But this wasn’t about her. This was about him.

She leaned lower and kissed the flat ridges of his abdomen. He sucked in his breath.

“Faryn, wait,” he said lightly.

“What is it?” She had a feeling he would ask her to stop, so she didn’t let her mouth leave his abdomen. Instead, she pressed kisses and licked at the flesh of his stomach and pelvis, driving him as insane as he’d driven her with his mouth.

“I—”

She wasn’t about to let him protest. Before he could finish talking, she had his thick shaft in her grip and kissed the tip.

He whistled through his teeth and moaned.

She licked his flesh and stroked her hand up and down the length. She’d never sucked a man before but instinct took over.

Noir was as still as a statue, his breathing hissed between his teeth.

She didn’t make him wait any longer, instead opened her mouth wide and took the tip of his cock inside. Her lips stretched wide around him and she sucked him in farther.

He groaned a sigh and pushed his hips forward, as if he’d fought an internal battle and lost.

His breathing grew harsher and he started to pull out of her mouth but she gripped his hips and thrust him back inside.

“Aye, leannan, aye,” he murmured.

Faryn was relentless in her mission to give him the same pleasure she herself had felt.

His groans were deep and guttural, he whispered of the devil in a maiden’s disguise.

She moaned against his cock as he thrust deep again. One of his hands held her hair tight. She sucked harder, keeping pace with his hips as he thrust into her mouth.

“Faryn!” he shouted, yanking himself from her, and spilling his seed on the sheet. “Blood and bones,” he murmured.

She slowly rose, his gaze boring into hers, his expression one of awe. She couldn’t quite read what it meant.

“Lass…I’ve never allowed…” His voice trailed off and he pulled her against him, fell to the bed, her head on his chest, their legs entwined. “I’ve never allowed any woman to put her mouth on me.”

Faryn was shocked at his words.

“Why?” she whispered.

“It is about control for me,” he stated flatly. “When your mouth was on me…I lost all control. I let ye lead me to salvation.”

Faryn chuckled. “I wouldna exactly call it salvation.”

Noir laughed too and kissed her on top of her head. “Sounds odd, aye, but believe me, it is a salvation of sorts.”

“I am glad I can bring ye that.”

“Me too. I’ve lived in the dark for so long, and the moment ye first raised your eyes to mine a warmth settled inside me. I fear…” He trailed off again, as if his emotions were too strong to discuss and he was revealing to her things he’d probably never told another soul.

Their gazes met and held. Faryn’s heart clenched. Why was he having this effect on her?

A knock at the door interrupted their locked gazes, giving them both a reprieve from whatever was building between them.

Wraith tossed the blankets back on top of her and pulled on his breeches.

“Enter,” he growled.

The door opened to several of the captain’s servants, who brought in trays of food, a jug of wine and serving dishes. With a glare from Wraith, they did not glance toward the bed where she lay nude beneath the blankets and still trembling. Instead, they kept their eyes on their work and then hurried to leave.

“Shall we dine, leannan?” Wraith said, his lips curved in invitation. “Or did ye have your fill on the first course?”

Faryn’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

“Nay, Captain, I am still starving.” She flipped back the covers, aware that she was showing him all of her, then placed her feet on the floor. A moment’s questions about how she could be so bold with this man, and how her family would surely die of shame, flashed in her mind before she shoved them away.

She sauntered to the table, her stomach growling, and her body yearning for a man she felt like she’d known forever.