Shy... Read Online Free

nervously. “I am glad too, Mr. Mate.”
     
    “Lord knows the
heat of battle still rises in me.” He said with a deep sigh. “It is good to
take a woman after a fight… to calm things down. And here I am, hot after
victory and a beautiful woman at my mercy.”
     
    “Were I a willing
woman, would you take me now while your comrades still fight for their lives?”
She asked, looking right at the handsome man, her need to have him suddenly
intensifying.
     
    “The battle is
nearly done; the pirate raid has been quelled.” He replied, breathing easier.
“We have won many battles at sea… we, the men of the Garamond.”
     
    “I am fortunate
indeed to have chosen this ship then.”
     
    “Fortune favors the
brave.” He laughed sardonically.  “Tell me why you have run away from home… you
look like some rich lord’s delicate flower alright.”
     
    “Delicate, am I?”
She gave him a smile.
     
    “Yes, very.” He
nodded, eyeing her curves. “Have you been with a man before?”
     
    “That’s a rude
thing to ask a lady.” She turned up her nose.
     
    “So you’re a lady
when it suits your convenience.” He leaned closer, taking a whiff of her wet
hair. “Damn, I would bed you right now were I a lesser man.”
     
    “I am no lesser a
woman, and yet I would love to be bedded by you… right now.”
     
    “I have heard that
ladies of high birth secretly crave for the attentions of real men.” He said,
tracing a finger along the coarse fabric of her shirt.
     
    “Are you a real
man, Mr. Mate?” She asked, biting her lip seductively.
     
    “Come to my arms
and I will prove it to you.” He snarled, pulling away from her. “This battle
lust is making me lose my senses.”
     
    “Yes, I strangely
feel the same way too.” She confessed, a shiver running all through her. “I
feel desires in me that I have only heard of or read about.”
     
    “Enough talk.” Hinds
walked over to the captain’s bed. “Get over here, wench… be you willing to let
me take you.”
     
    “I don’t know what
has come over me…” She walked up to him, her body almost pressing against his.
“I am willing, Mr. Mate… more than perhaps even you.”
     
    “Hush.” He
whispered hoarsely and grabbed her by the hips, lifting her in his muscular
arms.
     
    She threw her arms
around his thick neck and met his kiss halfway. His coarse mouth hungrily
ravaged her full red lips. Tongues danced and fought alike, tasting each
other’s arousal. Bella’s breath came in short gasps. She had kissed a boy
before, on her sixteenth year, but had never felt this kind of intensity. It
was as if a hunger had suddenly enveloped all her senses and the only way to
satiate it was to get ravaged by this handsome and uncouth sailor.
     
    She ran her hands
over the rough muscularity of his arms and torso, weathered by years of a hard
life at sea. Overcome by a powerful lust for him, she tore away his clothes
with as much urgency as he did hers. Naked and completely at his mercy, Bella
reached down to grasp at his rising manhood. She had never done so before, but
was well informed and intended to use that knowledge to the fullest.
     
    Hinds suddenly
pushed her away from him and threw her on the large bed. She fell back gasping
and panting, spreading out her young nubile body for his eyes to feast on.
     
    “Yes, yes… let me
look at you.” He said thickly. “A woman so fine and exquisite a man like me can
rarely have… this is a day that I will long remember.”
     
    “As will I.” She
replied hoarsely, her lustful eyes trailing down his towering naked body.
     
    In the dim light of
the captain’s cabin, she could discern the wide shoulders that flared out,
holding between them a thick neck. His chest was deep and covered in dark hair,
tapering down to a narrow, yet tight waist. Limbs of dense corded muscle made
her pulse rise and then she dared to rest her searching eyes onto the cannon
that thrust out from between his massive legs.