Pirates of the Mist

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STORY EXCERPT

The Caribbean, 1720

The cockney voice pierced her dreams, bringing her back to reality. Michaela opened her eyes, blinking hard. The first thing she saw was a length of scarred wooden planking underneath her cheek. Where was she?

Michaela turned her head to see the bright sun shining against the pale azure of the cloudless sky. Distantly, she heard the sound of water splashing against wood as the vessel rocked beneath her. What sort of dream was this?

She looked to her left and felt real terror surged through her. She was on some sort of old-fashioned ship outfitted with sails and rigging. Men, in various stages of dress, stood staring at her from the mid deck with lecherous eyes. What in the hell was going on? She scrambled to the safest corner of the quarterdeck. If there was ever a time to wake up, it was now!

She couldn't think for a minute because he was too utterly handsome for his own good. Auburn hair, streaked golden by the sun, was long and held back by a brown leather thong. Loose fitting linen wrapped around his muscular upper torso, vaguely reminding her of the pirates on some of the romance novels she'd read.

Her gaze dropped lower. His breeches, snug enough to outline his powerful thighs, tapered down into his black boots rising over his knees.

ADULT EXCERPT

Tristan reveled in the marvels of her flesh, unmarked by time or experience. The more he touched her, the more she came alive under his hands. Her body was smooth and sweet smelling and tasting. She was strong and young with her supple body. Yards of chestnut hair floated around her head like a halo, begging for him to bury his hands in the strands. He couldn't help himself. Each time he touched her, he delighted in the emotions he evoked within her. After that first time he kissed those delicate dewy slivers, he was not only intrigued with her but hungered to possess her body and soul. Finally, his dream was on the verge of coming true.

Spreading the shirt wide, Tristan moved down lower as he tasted the sweetness of her. He stopped only to toy with her navel before moving down. Her belly, perfectly flat, was indented like an hourglass, unlike most of the women he had ever taken to bed. They had mostly been older and used up with the rigors of being a courtesan and childbearing. Michaela was neither.

He could not help but wonder about her completely. How did she come to be on his ship? Was she heaven sent to save his soul from the pits of hell? Whatever the reason for her presence, he was glad of it.

Taking her moans of ecstasy as an invitation, he loosened the tie on her breeches and pulled them down, exposing her privates to him. When she had first arrived, she had no hair but during her stay, small curls of dark hair started to appear. He grinned. He liked the smoothness but a bit of hair was just as good.

Gingerly, he parted her lips and reveled in the scent climbing up from between the delicate folds. Unable to resist the sweet perfume, he removed her breeches with quick strokes and returned, parting the slivers of delight.

With practiced movements, he ran his finger along the moist slit and dipped inside slightly, noticing the tightness. She was definitely a virgin.

Tristan needed no further invitation. He ripped the clothes from his body as well as his weapons, tossing them aside. Passionately, he licked up the slim legs, the hair returning there as well, feeling as soft as the dew on rose petals.

Michaela said nothing as she held him and let her thumb caress the tip. Despite the fact this would be her first sexual experience, she wasn't frightened. It was almost as if Tristan was the man she waited for. Lowering her head, she took him into her mouth for a moment and tasted the saltiness of the tip. She reveled in the emotions she gave him in return. Her senses reached new levels the moment she felt his large hands bury in her hair and held her steady.

His hands traveled up and down her body before settling between her legs. Tristan teased her with his finger, diving in and out of her, making her completely wet.

Suddenly, she felt the tip of his penis nudging at her vagina, frightening her. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, but Tristan was too quick. He stroked her legs until they fell open naturally. Wrapping them around his strong waist, Tristan nudged her again.

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