Dreams danced across Damiana’s mind for the first time since she left England. Enchanted music filled her mind. Familiar music, her mind had played so many time before. Hundreds of candles shone, illuminating her dreams. Shivers ran down her spine as he appeared. Her faceless lover danced with her. His muscular arms bulged from his claret shirt. The sleeves of his doublet lay on the table. His great coat laid neatly over the back of a chair. His doublet was open. The front of his shirt was unlaced. His tanned chest hinted through the opening. His black leather breeches clung tightly to his etched thighs and buttocks. His familiar form was intoxicating. The only difference from every other dream and that night was his eyes. His dark, exotic eyes were set in the face of a pirate.
Heat boiled Damiana’s blood when he kissed her. Fire poured from his lips into her and to her soul. In her sleep she moaned. As her dreaming tasted the sweetness of his tongue, Devon quietly watched her sleep. From the doorway he saw her softly squirming body twitch and her breathing heavy. He felt himself become aware of how beautiful she was. He ached to sculpt her sensuous form with his hands. Heat rose as his body hardened in response to her soft, pleading moans.
His mouth watered as her movement shifted her cover just enough to bare her glistening shoulders. His tongue longed to quench its thirst with the nectar of hers. He had no more will to fight his longing for her. Desire and passion overdosed his mind. They pounded at his will until it was gone. He eased farther in the room. He made sure the door was bolted. He made his way across the planked floor. His hands trembled in hunger to caress her silken flesh. His steps were light as he crossed the room. His tongue tingled at the thought of tasting her lips and the sweet nectar of treasures her tongue might bestow upon him. His eyes starved to feed on her delicate flesh that was still hidden from them.
In her sleep, her tongue slipped out to moisten her full, ruby lips. He could not stop anymore. He would burst. With all the calm and gentleness he could gather, he sat beside her. Tenderly he enveloped her in his arms. Joy rushed through his weather beaten skin as he finally felt her warm, tender flesh. It made his skin come alive.
Startled, she jumped as she woke with his strong face so close to hers. Passion and lust blew away fear and uncertainty. Her slender arms rose to encircle his powerful neck. Pulling her upwards, their eyes said everything they could never vocalize. Words were unnecessary. The flames rose higher and hotter in their bodies. Anticipation grew and swelled until it finally burst in the ecstasy of their first fiery kiss.
Soft as the dawn their lips first met. The tenderness was rushed away by passion. Shyness bowed to curiosity. Desire consumed them. His hot, fiery tongue nudged her lips apart to allow his entry. Sparks flew as their hot, moist tongues melted together and made love in an erotic first dance of their own. He pressed his chest to hers at it heaved. Their hearts were pounding as one. He laid her back and gently, almost shyly, lifted the cover that shielded her body from his view. For a moment she hesitated the her own unveiling. His eyes filled her and her fear was gone.
He knew she was unknown. He was afraid to hurt her. It made him happy that he would be her first that he could make it everything she deserved. He wished for another way even though he knew there was none. His fears were washed away with a longing kiss from her lips. She knew too, that it would have to hurt. She also knew she wanted it to be him. She knew she had fallen for him. She wanted it to be with him.
When his eyes saw her for the first time, he thought he was imagining things. Her creamy white skin was flawless. The fabric that contained her breasts was whisper thin. He could see right through it. Her nipples hardened. They pressed against the fabric seeking release. His lips found the soft, supple curve of her neck. Excitement and new found pleasure came as his hand brushed against her breast. Her inner body clenched in a way she had never felt before. She knew in that moment that no matter what discomfort was involved, that sensation was worth it.
Unwilling to wrestle with fabric, he rose above her, filled his hands with the offending material and ripped it down to her waist. A soft laugh escaped her. His frustration amused her. The humor just served to agonize him further. He responded by burying his face between her breasts and let his tongue have its way with them. Moaning from the passion and desire, his kissing became more intense. His foundling became a grasp.
He stood and ripped his own shirt from his body. Her mouth watered. Her tongue peeked out as she longed to taste his skin. She ached to feel the naked heat of his body against hers. Her fingers tugged at the string that held his breeches. They obediently slipped from him to the floor. Her eyes widened as they feasted on her first look at the splendor of a man’s naked body. A long, slender thatch of hair traced from above his navel to lose itself in a mass of curls. A dramatic tan line pronounced his branding manness. His white skin was minimal but enormous. His breath-taking thigh muscles were etched in erotic splendor.
Her inside twinged and tingled. Muscles she didn’t even know she had contracted and contorted. Her breath became heavier. The passion inside her ignited her. She could wait no longer. She reached out and touched him. The touch became a grip as she felt his power throbbing in her hand.
Her touch burned him, branding him with her velvet skin. He pulled from her grasp. He had no desire to battle fabric again. It obediently split and fell aside. He gasped at the beauty of her supple thighs and her heaven in between. He eased himself next to her. His thigh brushed against hers. His hand slid up the back of her head. He drew her lips to his. Her breasts pressed to his chest. The fire of their flesh burned them. She writhed against him. Her body’s natural instincts took over and she let them.
His mind was racing. He wanted the night to last until the end of time. He would intentional go slow. He would burn every moment, taste and touch to memory. Her taut nipples quivered as his fingers rubbed them and rolled them. The tip of his tongue branded each nipple before his lips encased one then the other. Her fingers entwined in his ebony hair. His hands caressed her neck and shoulders as he suckled the abundance of her untouched treasures. Her firm breasts were supple in his hands. He had known other women, but he felt almost virginal as they discover her treasures together. More than physical gratification, he wanted to know her entire being. For the first time, he was making love with the woman he loved. Each caress, each kiss was a new sensation. Soul arousing please carried him to another dimension of ecstasy.
The sweetness of her tongue was intoxicating. He yearned for a second mouth just to feed on her with. For the torment of leaving her tongue and lips to worship her breasts and belly were nearly too much. He ventured lower, kissing the outline of each rib from side to side only to be drawn back to devour her tongue. He boldly broke from the kiss to lick the trilling muscles of her belly. He nibbled at the indention of her navel. His break was short lived for his oral fire could only be quenched by her soddening tongue.
His hunger forced him to her thighs. His teeth ached to adulate the velveteen flesh that eased his torment. His hands caressed her clenched bottom, tracing the contours with firm desire. Her hold on reality melted in his tongue’s trail back from her ankle to her thigh, one then the other.
Her mouth watered in anticipation of his hardened nipples pulsating between her teeth. She pulled his mouth to hers. She suckled his tongue as she eased him to his back. Her thirst for knowledge guided her hands as she explored the new found wonder stretched out beside her. Each well defined muscle she traced with her fingertips and her tongue shuddered in the wake of her passionate exploration. The marble iron that throbbed at his bronzed belly called to her inquiring desires. The pale pink of the velvet head intrigued her yearning. She set course for a more direct homage, he stopped her. He feared her very breath too near would make him explode. He intended to do so, long after he lost himself deep inside her.
He returned her to her back. He rained kisses on her face. He used his finger to ease her open. Her eyes widen and rolled back. The surprise delight of his finger slipped inside her moved her. It was instantly greeted with a vicing shudder and a silken flow of molten ecstasy. She was almost frightened by her body’s response to his touch. When the shaking slowed, he began to rhythmically moved his finger. If he took his time, he could minimize her pain and at the same time maximize her pleasure. Her hips willingly fell in sync with his rhythm. Her legs eased father apart. She licked her lips. She grasped his shoulders with both hands. Her soft moans built as he added a second finger. He hoped to coax her virginal bud to blossom and allow his entry to be but a twinge. Her vestal dew was abundant. It glistened on her thighs. The burning inside her cried out to the only true release. He knew she was ready to be claimed, branded and impaled.
He eased himself on top of her. Her body relished the feel of his weight compress against her. His manness throbbed against her. He howled from the heat that rose to singe him. The pulsating synchronized their rhythm. Tongues entwined in a fiery, passion kiss.
A final hesitance on his part momentarily stopped his responsive pulsing. Scared but hungry, she slid her hand firmly down his back. With a lick of her lips brought his reflexes back in sync. Carefully he position himself. With their eyes locked, in one passionate thrust, he claimed her forever.
Pain and exotic pleasure rushed through her. She was sent reeling into a pool of sensual pleasure and gratification. A pool she willingly drowned in. Trying to control herself and her illicit, erotic vocal responses. She buried her face in his chest. She moaned with him. Their bodies pulsated in a quickening pace. Her nails grasped at his back and shoulders as she held on for her life. He gasped at each nibble of his nipple. Rearing upward, his movements became firmer and firmer. His thrusts pounded him deeper and deeper.
Hours passed as over and over she was sent into a climactic spasm. She thrust back at him with growing force and vigor until she matched him. Unable to contain himself, he thrust his deepest. The spasm that gripped him started at his spine and ripped through him. They found themselves culminating in a vibrant, robust explosion of climax.
His body quivered as hers. The sensations that spiraled through his loins and his spine were as foreign to him as hers. Spent, they collapsed together. Their hearts pounded in an intricate cadenza of fulfillment. Their bodies clung to each other in their afterglow. He drew her head to his chest. She listened to the aria of his heartbeat.
He finally spoke. His voice was as soft as her skin.
“When I saw you, my heart leapt out of my chest. I’d never felt as alive as I did the moment our eyes met. It was like I had known you all my life. My soul was already a part of you. I don’t care what happens tomorrow. I’ll always feel the way I do right now. My heart, mind, body and soul are yours, forever.”
A single tear escaped from both of his tremendous black eyes. She dried them.
“I’ve loved you even in my dreams. I had dreams of a faceless lover who possessed my very soul. All I knew about him was his touch and his eyes, your eyes. My heart has been searching for you. Nothing will ever separate our heart or our souls.”
He feared they would both weep with another word. He drew her back to his heartbeat. He didn’t want the reality of the real world that would struggle to separate them. He held her tight. He still feared he would wake up alone and she was just a dream. They drifted to sleep with the gentle rocking of the waves.
Damiana woke with tears in her eyes. As she lay in Devon’s arms, she could still feel his heartbeat. She listened to him breathe as she felt the rise and fall of his chest. Her tears slid down like raindrops and clung to the curls of his chest hair like the morning’s fresh dew. Both soul pleasing joy and crushing sorrow held equal blame for her tears. She had no desire to ever leave Devon’s side. But the reality of her father’s plight weighed heavy on her.
Sunlight crept in the cabin. Devon woke to her tears. He feared they were tears of regret. That fear was dismissed when he whispered her name. She smiled and brushed the tears aside. Pain filled Devon’s heart too. He knew no matter how much they ever loved each other, it would never be enough to make her stay. He knew he had no choice. He had to let her go. If she didn’t marry the man her father promised her to, she would lose everything that had ever held meaning.
Sadly he looked into her loving eyes she could see the love and agony in those deep, black eyes. Their hearts clung to one another in desperation. They tried to console each other. They both knew the night before might not just be the first but the last night they spent in each other’s arms. Soft kisses rained down onto her face. She knew that no matter what the future held, her heart and soul would always belong to Devon and him alone. Her body would always be his as well. She might have to marry a man she hated. She might have to perform as his wife. But he would never know her heart or her soul. It would be an empty shell. It would not be her. Kisses of condolence quickly melted into one’s of passion. Once again they lost themselves in one another’s body. Making love was all that mattered.
Her lips caressed his. Their tongues fed each other passion that stirred their bodies awake. His hands navigated now familiar territory. He felt the tender curves that he adored with a firm and resolute hand. The night before he had given her ultimate pleasure. Now she planned to give it back. Much to his surprise, she gently pushed him back. She rose above him. Her lips sought his sensual places. She was tender as she licked the soft spot on his throat. She enjoyed the moan she was rewarded with. His back arched. His eyes closed. She went in search of another point that would make him moan again.
Her breasts pressed into his chest. Her nibbles crossed his neck. Her moans drifted across the lobe she captured into his hungry ear. She enjoyed his response as she broke free of his grasp. She continued the seduction of his hard body. She taunted him by tracing the hard, erect nipples of his chest with a firm, flickering tongue. His hand firmly held the back of her head. The softness of her hair felt so good against his callused hand. Her attentions had not made it past his chest and he feared he would burst. Desire swelled in his manhood, flexing harder and harder.
His torment and anticipation grew as her tongue traced his breastbone. He was not prepared for her tongue to slide to his navel. It sent shivers through his body. They raced down his spine. His grip tightened in her hair. His moans deepened. She found amusement from the contortion of his face. His body pulsated in responsive rhythm to her touch.
Moving down his body, her kisses passed to his trembling muscular legs. Enticing nibbles were more than he could handle. He grabbed her by the shoulders and drew her up to him. He thrust his tongue deeply into her hot, responsive mouth. His hand filled themselves with her supple, tender bottom. She could feel his hardness throbbing against her. He felt the heat and dew radiating from between her taut thighs. He didn’t want to control himself any longer. He firmly lifted her and lowered her onto him. He lodge himself deep inside her. She brimmed with unbridled, erotic pleasure. She moans intensified as her breasts molded into his hands. He shifted them to her back. He buried his face in her neck. Grasping one another’s hands, their bodies pulsated with a quickening pace.
Time lost all meaning as they satisfied their hunger over and over, deeper and deeper. Her climactic thrust rose him to his own erotic peak. A heavy groan accompanied his final release. He collapsed into the arms of his spent lover.
Tears came with the sun. they knew there would be little time for them to make love. She had come to him unknown. He knew that she was more woman than any he had ever known. He watched her as she drifted off again. He took a last look. No matter where he went, she would always be a part of him. He vowed in that moment he would never know another woman again. She owned him forever.
When she awoke, he was gone.
She dressed herself and braved going above deck. From the helm, Devon appeared. He had to force himself not to even look at her. He feared the weakness of his own heart. His arms ached to hold her. His lips were parched for her. His body stiffened. His maleness hardened in desire for the sweet nectar of her loving body. He knew the night before she had been an innocent, unknown. In the light of morning she was a claimed, captured and knowledgeable woman. His woman.