A Pirate's Bounty by Eliza Knight Page B

his skin and he trembled beneath her touch, loving the way she boldly and tenderly caressed him. Tugging at his belt, she somehow managed to remove it and then shimmied his pants down over his thighs and he kicked them to the floor.
    She nipped at his neck, licked his lobe and pressed kisses to his face.
    “This is our last night together,” he said breathily, and kissed her lightly on the lips. Their bodies molded together so perfectly. If he could, he would never leave the bed, content to lie in the warmth of her arms forever.
    “Let it not be our last night,” she murmured, bringing a knee up and caressing his hip with her calf, her toes trailing down his thigh.
    “There is no other way,” he said, rubbing a hand over her silky lithe leg.
    “Yes, there is.” She brought up her other knee and lifted her hips, cradling his hard cock between the wet and hot folds of her sex.
    “How?” he asked, pressing his own hips forward until the tip of his cock pushed into her opening.
    “Oh,” she moaned and lifted her hips more, her body begging for him to move deeper inside her.
    “Tell me, Faryn, tell me. I want to know how I can keep you forever.” He pressed his forehead to hers and drove all the way inside her. The tip of his cock buried deep and the walls of her sex squeezed him tight.
    “Yes, keep me forever,” she whispered, pressing hot kisses to his shoulder and neck. She rocked her hips up and down, her fingers scratching down his back. “If we could only stay like this.”
    “Oh yes,” he moaned, pulling out and plunging deep.
    Her moans increased, and talking ceased as she succumbed to his lovemaking. He pounded his pelvis against hers, lifting her buttocks to sink in deeper still.
    Soon the sounds of their moans, the friction of their sex and the creaking of the bed echoed in the room.
    And then the final culmination, as her body shook and she arched her back, head falling back, and he too let go, coming deep inside her.
    When their breathing had returned to normal, Wraith lay down on his back and pulled Faryn to lie atop him so he could stroke her silky hair.
    “You did not tell me,” he said.
    “Tell you what?” she asked, her voice warm like that of a sated woman.
    “How can we make tonight last forever?”
    She nodded, her cheek rubbing against his chest. “Let us go to the king first, and not my father. Then we can at least prolong our parting. That is, unless…” But she trailed off.
    He stiffened. Would she reject him now? How he desperately needed her! His heart ached with the thought of not being near her. “Unless what?”
    “Unless there is a way to never take me home again. I could stay with you. Here. On the ship.”
    The thought had not occurred to him to keep her forever. Once they’d made his statements to the king and cleared his name—he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He’d never made plans that far in advance. Over the years it had only been that he needed to seek revenge on those who’d destroyed him.
    “Do you not wish to return home?”
    She looked up at him, confused. “Wraith, my family has sold me to the only man who would have me—a vicious and vile man. Who thankfully you have dispatched.” She crossed herself. “I should never wish him dead but I cannot help it, as he for sure would have seen me returned to the earth. They will only sell me again and this time to someone worse. I will not return.”
    He didn’t want to promise her anything, because he wasn’t sure if even with his proof the king would believe him. It could be that the good king enjoyed taking the tariffs from his land, that they lined his coffers quite well and he would rather see Wraith convicted and guillotined than return what was rightfully his.
    If such were the case, Wraith wasn’t sure he’d be able to escape…at least not with a pulse.
    “We shall travel together to the king and see what he declares upon seeing my proof of innocence. I cannot promise you anything until