Part 25 (2/2)
”That's what you get for falling in love with a pirate!” She clenched her teeth so hard so wondered how they didn't crack. While rage and jealousy twisted her insides, he made love with an Empress! Sparrow imagined the sort of bed Daryn had. Years ago in her own palace, Sparrow had a big, beautiful bed covered with silk and satin sheets. Why would he want rough wool and muslin in a farmer's bed when he could have fine fabric, wealth, the best any slave could ask for?
”Slave!” Sparrow sat up, pressing her hands to her temples. ”He's not a slave at all. Not really.” But that afternoon, when he'd danced, she'd forgotten what he was. He'd become a symbol of s.e.xuality, a rare jewel for sale to the highest bidder, and who could bid higher than an Empress?
He's worse than a slave! He's a pirate! Everyone knows he'll do anything for money!
A tapping on the door roused her from her angry thoughts.
”Who is it?” she demanded.
”Me.”
If possible, Sparrow's stomach tightened even more. Lock! He was done with the Empress and had come slithering back to her.
”Go to the slave quarters!”
”I'm not going to the slave quarters!”
”You'll do what I tell you or I'll have you whip...” She stopped, the words sticking in her throat. No matter how furious she was, she couldn't threaten him with that.
Suddenly the door burst in, the lock clattering to the floor. Sparrow sat up, her hands clutching her pounding chest. Lock slammed what was left of the door behind him and strode toward her, his pale eyes glowing like a demon's, his jaw clenched.
”You'll have me what?”
”Nothing,” she muttered, then pointed at him. ”Get out of here! I don't want to see you.”
He stopped and offered a deep, mocking bow. ”Forgive me, My Lady. I was under the impression you wanted me in your bed every night for the rest of our lives. I guess I was mistaken.”
”Huh! A lot you care! You're in there pleasuring that b.i.t.c.h-”
Lock glanced over his shoulder and snapped, ”Will you be quiet? Do you want to get yourself executed for treason?”
”b.i.t.c.h!” Sparrow repeated. ”That raw-boned, painted, ugly-”
Lock dove on top of her, his body pressing hers into the sheets, one large hand clamped over her mouth. ”Are you crazy, girl?”
She struggled beneath him, but he was too strong. Her teeth found the flesh of his palm, and she bit. Hard.
He let loose a string of curses, but held her fast. ”I'll let you up if you promise to lower that loud mouth of yours!”
Sparrow nodded, her heart racing with anger and-to her dismay-arousal.
Lock's hand moved from her mouth to her neck. He kissed her, not roughly as his blazing expression would have led her to believe, but tenderly. His lips brushed her temple, and she jerked away, wis.h.i.+ng she could hate him.
”How dare you come here after being with her? You stink like her perfume. You have her lip paint on your face!”
Lock wrinkled his nose and rubbed his face with his hands. ”Is it gone? That woman is worse than an octopus.”
”As if you didn't have a fine time bedding an Empress!”
”She certainly wouldn't have been the first, if I'd bedded her at all!”
”You're a liar!”
”Why do you think I came back so fast?”
”Don't tell me she let you go. I saw how she looked at you, like she wanted to devour every inch of you-not that I blamed her.”
He smiled. ”So you liked the dance after all?”
”Only if it had been for me.”
Lock's fingers sifted through her hair. ”I didn't sleep with her, Sparrow. I couldn't wait to get back to you. Shea-Ann gave me a potion to mix with her wine. She'll be asleep until morning and when she wakes won't remember a thing. For all she knows, we f.u.c.ked the whole night.”
”Must you always be so crude?”
He lowered his head to her breast and loosened the ties of her nights.h.i.+rt with his teeth. ”Let's find out.”
Sparrow threaded her fingers through his hair, closing her eyes. ”I don't want to share you with any other woman, Lock.”
”There is no other woman for me.”
Sparrow s.h.i.+fted position so Lock could remove her clothes. When she lay naked, he gently covered her eyes with his hand. ”Close them.”
She did as he asked, her belly tense with antic.i.p.ation.
”Relax,” he whispered against her lips as he ma.s.saged her temples. His caress trailed across her jaw then his fingertips stroked her throat, moving to her collarbones and shoulders. Long, soft touches traveled down one of her arms from biceps to wrist. His thumb ma.s.saged her palm and he gently rubbed the length of each finger before beginning the same ministrations on her other arm and hand.
Sparrow's entire body relaxed as contented pleasure enfolded her like a warm embrace. She sighed as Lock's kisses covered every inch of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, leaving only her nipples untouched and yearning. Finally he took one peak between his lips and flicked his tongue over it until his caress was almost painful. Then he moved to her opposite nipple, paying it the same attention.
Sighing, Sparrow's toes curled with desire as his lips trailed beneath her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and covered her abdomen. He ran his tongue down the joining of her hips and thighs and along the edge of her pubic hair. His large, callused hands tenderly gripped her thighs, rubbing down to her knees which he kissed. He caressed her s.h.i.+ns, calves, and ankles then kissed the arch of each of her feet. Burying his face between her legs, he lapped her c.l.i.t and ran his tongue down her p.u.s.s.y lips.
”Oh, Lock,” she panted, ”I love you. I love you so much.”
His hands slipped beneath her b.u.t.tocks and kneaded as he sucked her c.l.i.t and poked his tongue into her p.u.s.s.y. He licked her soft, heated folds of flesh and used the tip of his tongue to tease her perineum.
Sparrow gripped his hair, her eyes closed tightly as his marvelous tongue thrust her into o.r.g.a.s.m. She moaned and writhed helplessly beneath his onslaught. All the while his lips and tongue never ceased their l.u.s.ty motions. Finally she lay still, except for the rise and fall of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as her breathing returned to normal.
Her pleasure was tainted by one horrible thought. If Miska killed him tomorrow, she doubted she could bear it.
”So you really like to dance?” Sparrow nestled against Lock's side, taking one of his hands in hers and studying the texture of his skin and the shape of his long fingers.
”I love it.”
”I never would have imagined.”
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