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I’m beyond lucky to have found this creature, this woman, this soul that belongs to my soul. She and I are the same, two worlds come together until we’ve created one of our own, a world we carry with us no matter where on the seas we go. We will never be apart, we will always be one.

And I will always make her see the damn stars.

“Ramsay,” she says, panting. “Oh, I’m going to come.”

I grin into her, making sure to thoroughly work her now, my fingers getting involved and fucking her deep while my tongue and lips suck her clitoris into my mouth and then she’s pushed over the edge. Her body jerks and trembles, thighs squeezing the side of my face and if anyone is watching at this moment they’ll see a lady of high standing acting as if she’s been possessed by the devil.

But nay, it’s not the devil.

It’s just me.

Captain Ramsay “Bones” Battista.

CHAPTER45

Maren

It feelsamazing to be back on theNightwindagain, out on the open sea, the blue water churning in the ship’s wake below the aft balcony where I’m bent over the railing.

It also feels quite amazing to be thoroughly taken by Ramsay from this position.

My dress is hitched up around my waist and he’s completely nude, gripping my hips and thrusting his cock in me from behind, buried into the hilt. The sea air whips my hair back as his balls press against me, our skin hot.

“Such a gorgeous view,” he rasps, the raw lust in his voice making me even wetter than I already am. “Your arse, the ocean, I’m not sure which one I love more.”

“It better be my arse!” I tell him and I attempt to look behind at him but he raises his palm and lays a hard SMACK against my rear.

I cry out, stiffening from the shock of pain. He certainly doesn’t hold back when he thinks I deserve a spanking, and I often deserve quite a few.

“What have I told you about talking back,” he mutters playfully.

“You told me it gets you hard.”

“Aye, that it does.” He pauses before laying another WHACK of his palm on my rear. “But what doesn’t?”

Another smack lands down, my skin stinging, and then he’s pushing himself in deeper, his grip on my hips becoming a vice as I’m thrust against the railing. With the railing freshly rebuilt, there’s a chance he might fuck me right into the ocean, but given that’s my second home and I can swim as fast as the ship, that’d be fine with me. So as long as he doesn’t leave me on the edge of climax.

“Come for me, luv,” Ramsay murmurs into my neck, picking up on that thought. He slips one hand around the front of me and under my dress, fingers sliding over my sensitive flesh, creating currents of heat that radiate outward.

He is so exquisite. How I love this man.

I let out a groan. “Gods, I—”

“Merchant galleon!” I hear Thane’s voice boom from the deck above, interrupting Ramsay’s urging. “Fresh for the taking! All hands on deck!”

Ramsay pauses mid-thrust. “They’ve spotted a galleon already? We’re not even that close to Acapulco yet.”

I expect him to stop fucking me at that but he keeps going instead, his pace quickening, driving in deeper, harder.

“If you don’t come right now, I’ll make you come,” Ramsay threatens me.

“So then do it and quit talking about it,” I retort.

He growls at that, nipping at my neck, just enough to draw blood.

I moan louder. I adore it when he feeds from me. He won’t do it often, in fact he’ll only do it when he’s put in chains so that he won’t get carried away with his bloodlust. But everyone now and then his teeth will pierce me and he’ll take a little taste, especially if we’re about to head into potentially violent situations like raiding a Spanish galleon.

“Suck me back,” I tell him, encouraging him to take a bigger drink. “You get so much bigger when you do.”