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“More.” I gasp, my hands going to his chest, needing something to break the suffocating heat that is accumulating inside of me.

He gets the hint, pulling back, his cock just barely inside of me before he plunges back into me, sending a shock of pain across my hips.

The pain knocks the breath out of me and I shudder for breath, my eyes squeezing shut and my body clenching around him.

“Relax,” he says again, his voice a growl this time. “You can take all of me.”

He moves again, this time his cock retreating completely and then he plunges into me again. This time I don’t gasp for air. This time I moan, my hips bucking against him of their own accord.

It’s slow and agonizing and I want more.

“You like that, aye?” he rasps, his accent growing thicker with pleasure.

I nod, clutching at his shirt desperately as he begins to pick up the pace, his hips slapping into me, making the pain a distant memory.

I’m filled with him, his cock stretching me, his body so heavy on top of me that I can barely function. His lips find mine and he kisses me fiercely, his tongue forcing my mouth open and dancing with mine, his teeth nipping at my mouth and his growls sending vibrations through me.

How is this even happening?I think to myself as I feel a knot start to form inside of me.Was this inevitable between us from the start? Is it fate or destiny or just another one of my mistakes I’ll come to regret?

But my thoughts quickly dissolve as the rhythm of his hips continues, impaling me to the ground. His cock is pounding into me and I’m totally enraptured by it, to this meeting of our bodies. He’s a pirate, he’s been my captor, and yet I’m craving him, wanting him as if he’s something so much more than that.

Is it possible that the man who kept me in a cage is the same one to set me free?

“Look at me,” Ramsay says, bringing my focus back to his face, to the fierce determination in his eyes. “Keep looking at me while I fuck you. I don’t want you to be imagining anyone else but me.”

“I couldn’t even if I tried,” I admit through a breathy moan.

His mouth curls and he leans in and takes my bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a tug while he slams his hips in deep, his shaft into the hilt.

I let out a hoarse cry as the sensation blinds me, then I roll my hips under him, pulling him even deeper.

“Fuck,” he grunts. His eyes blaze, mouth falling open and he throws his head back for a moment, trying to catch his composure. I can see it slipping, want him to let loose inside me.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed, luv,” he says, his voice low and gravelly as he brings his lips back to my neck. “Not that pathetic prince, but me. I’ll claim you in every way that I can, my essence so deep inside you that I’ll become a part of your blood and bones.”

He’s thrusting deep and hard now and I’m helpless against it, my breath rushing from me in short bursts as I fight to keep my eyes open, to keep looking directly into his. His brow has come together, his face growing red and strained with the physical force of his actions and he’s working me like he’ll die if he doesn’t. I’ve never been looked at like that before, never been the utter focus of someone like this, like I’m the only thing that exists in Ramsay’s world.

It makes me realize what I’ve been missing all along.

The pleasure inside of me is starting to unravel now and I feel like I’m going to detonate, like I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces scattered throughout the waves.

“There it is, luv,” he rasps thickly. “Right there.”

His hand goes to my hair, making a fist, and he kisses me again, hard and fierce as I feel the tension break apart and my fingers dig into his hips as I come. I’m awash in ecstasy, shuddering against it and my hand goes to his shoulder, bucking against him to ride out the wave that crashes over me again and again.

The orgasm pulls me into an undertow, my body bowing away from him as my muscles contract, fluttering around that heavy cock that has worked me so well.

Then he’s brought to the edge of the precipice with another hard pump. He lets out a savage growl, his neck cording and shoulders straining as his cock pulses hard inside of me, his body completely out of his control, shooting what seems like an endless stream of his seed into me.

His hips stutter against mine, bucking me up against him. Then his movements slow, riding it out to the very end, his body trembling against me, his breath harsh and ragged.

He dips his head so his damp forehead rests against mine, his chest rising and falling with each breath and his lips brush mine tenderly. He’s looking at me with warm, satisfied, half-lidded eyes.

A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face and I reach up and wipe it away. He grins at the gesture, his face still flushed and the veins in his forearms standing out as he slowly pulls out of me. I can feel the tension leave my body until I’m hollow inside without him there.

I swallow hard, trying to get my mind to think clearly again. He may have just pleasured me in countless ways with his body, but he is still my enemy, still a man that would do me no good if I felt anything but hate for him.

He tucks his cock back inside his breeches and then sits back down on the grass beside me, chest heaving. “See,” he says, eyeing the expression on my face. “Now you have no reason to keep fighting me.”