Puretaboo
Jane Wilde, Gabbie Carter Pic(s)
The heavy oak door groaned shut, sealing us in the dim sanctuary of the captain’s quarters, where the only light came from a single gimbaled lantern swinging in a slow, hypnotic arc with the ship’s gentle roll. His large, calloused hand, which moments before had gripped the helm with unwavering authority, now found the base of my spine, a possessive heat seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. The scent of him—salt air, aged leather, and the faint, sharp tang of fine whiskey—filled my lungs as he guided me backward, my shoulders pressing agat the cool, polished wood of the massive map table. His other hand came up to cradle my jaw, his thumb tracing the line of my lip with a deliberate, exploring slowness that made my breath catch. I could feel the powerful rhythm of his heart thudding agat my chest, a wild counterpoint to the creaking of the ship’s timbers around us. His eyes, dark and stormy like the sea at midnight, held mine captive as he leaned in, his lips not yet touching mine but close enough that I tasted the warmth of his exhale. A low, approving rumble started deep in his chest as his knee nudged my legs apart, settling himself firmly between my thighs, the hard planes of his body a promise of delicious pressure. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this intimate alignment where every shift of his hips sent a jolt of pure anticipation coursing through me. He whispered my name, not a question but a statement of intent, his voice a husky vibration agat my skin as the lantern light danced across the intent planes of his face, casting our joined shadows large upon the wall.
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