Free Temptation Released by Ayla Ruse

he slipped the rest of the way inside her until the pressure to move surged over him. He squeezed his ass to remain still in her, even as he kissed her into submission.
    “That’s it, sweet. You are mine now. All mine.”
    “The pirate’s treasure,” she murmured, her shy smile showing an innocence he doubted would ever leave.
    “My temptation, love,” he murmured and pulled away from her. “You were always my greatest temptation.”
    When she let out a soft cry, he thrust forward once more, eager for that gasp when he filled her.
    He moved in her then, her body softening around him. Accepting him. His balls drew up tight, his climax impending, but he gritted his teeth and held on, wanting, needing to feel her orgasm first.
    He adjusted her, settled a hand beneath the small of her back and lifted, changing the angle of her hips and the direction of his thrust.
    “What, what are you doing to me?” she gasped.
    “Branding you. You’ll never imagine sharing this body with anyone but me.”
    “Oh, oh… Yes! Raphael, that…right there…I… Oh, God! Only you!” She groaned, long and loud, and he increased his pace and his thrust. He pumped his hips into her so hard and fast he knew her virgin flesh would feel abused after their lovemaking, but the pleasure was too much. Even for Elise, he could tell, watching her eyes glaze over and her breath catch.
    “Come for me, Elise.” His command was guttural and strained. “Come for me.”
    Then she did. Her walls tightened, making his cock work that much harder to plow into her body. It both wanted and resisted him. The spasms started and milked his cock until he groaned with the sheer effort to wring out every pleasure possible.
    He kissed her, stole her breath just as she stole his, until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He finally let himself go over, his thrusting so forced he couldn’t even stop as his cum jetted deep into her. He shouted, his voice hoarse, mingling with her continued incoherent cries and moans.

Chapter Nine
     
     
     
    Elise woke to a warm cloth bathing her. She murmured and turned when large hands urged her body around.
    Large hands?
    Her eyes flew open and she would have bolted up but for his holding her down.
    “Shh, Elise. It is only I.”
    She settled back, watching Raphael openly now. He dipped the cloth he held into a bowl of water, wrung it out then gently continued to wash her. The warm water felt like a balm to her body, which was now feeling all the aches and twinges of their lovemaking.
    “I want you again,” he told her.
    “I want you too,” she admitted. “But I’m a little—”
    “Sore. I know. Which is why I have something different in mind.”
    “Oh?” When it came from his mouth, she liked everything different.
    “First, now that you are ruined, you know that you’ll have to become a pirate.”
    Her heart skipped a beat, remembering how crudely he’d talked about pirates moments ago. He must have seen the look because he said, “I’m sorry for my comments earlier. I would never do that to you.”
    “But what happened to Miguel and his ship?”
    Raphael’s mouth twisted. “Reddy told me after our cannon took down his mainsail on the first shot, they ran up a white flag and limped away.”
    “But didn’t you tell Reddy to take it out?”
    “That’s the wonder of having a first mate who’s been with you for so long. He knew the only way I’d be happy in taking out Miguel is if I used my own hands. Maiming his ship is punishment enough for now.”
    “What did he do to you?” She needed to know. He set aside the bowl then, stretched out alongside her and told her the story of how Miguel had treated him and his mother cruelly. “Damn, Raphael. If I’d known that, I would have demanded you stay up there and take him out.”
    His deep laughter rumbled through the cabin. “What’s this? You’ve already turned into a bloodthirsty little thing.”
    “Well, I don’t know about the blood part.” She