Chapter Four: The Pirate Captive 2 🔞🔞🔞🔞

The storm battered the windows of the captain’s cabin, rattling the glass with every strike of wind and rain. The sea roared, the ship groaned, and the lanterns swung wildly on their hooks, throwing restless shadows across the room. Evelyn stood trembling in the center of it, her soaked gown heavy, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She felt cornered, hunted, as though the storm itself had driven her into the jaws of this man who now watched her with a predator’s patience.

Lucien Drake leaned against the edge of his desk, arms folded across his broad chest. His dark hair clung damp to his face, his jaw shadowed, his eyes steady and merciless. He looked at her as though he had already stripped her bare and branded her with his name.

“You shake like a rabbit caught in a snare,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But I can smell the heat of you even through this storm.”

Her breath caught, shame and fire rising together. She wrapped her arms around herself, clutching at the bodice of her gown, but his mouth curved into a slow, dangerous smile.

“Do not hide from me.”

He moved toward her, each step measured, deliberate, his boots silent against the rug though the ship swayed beneath them. Evelyn’s legs threatened to give way, yet she did not move. She could not.

His hand shot out, gripping her chin, forcing her gaze upward. His touch was rough, gloved fingers pressing into her skin. His thumb traced the curve of her lip, lingering with a hunger that made her shudder.

“You are mine,” he murmured, his breath hot against her face. “And tonight you will learn what that means.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but the words died as he tugged sharply at the ribbon of her bodice. The knot gave way and the soaked silk peeled downward, clinging stubbornly to her skin before slipping free. The fabric slithered down her arms, baring her shoulders, her breasts, the pale lines of her body to the flickering candlelight.

Evelyn gasped and tried to clutch the fabric back up, but his hand seized hers, twisting her wrist gently but firmly behind her back. She was forced to stand before him half naked, her chest heaving, her skin breaking into gooseflesh under his unyielding stare.

Lucien’s eyes darkened, drinking her in with the hunger of a man who had waited too long for his meal. “Exquisite,” he rasped, his free hand rising to close roughly over her breast. His palm was hot, his fingers pressing, squeezing, until her nipple tightened into a hard peak beneath his touch. Her lips parted in a cry that she tried to bite back, but he caught the sound with a sharp grin.

“There it is. The truth in your body, no matter what lies your lips might speak.”

He bent suddenly, his mouth closing over her breast. His tongue flicked, hot and demanding, before his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh. She gasped, writhing, her bound wrist tugging against his hold. He suckled her hard, pulling at her until she cried out, then released her with a low growl that vibrated through her bones.

“Your taste is sin itself,” he muttered, dragging his mouth across her collarbone, leaving wet trails of heat on her chilled skin.

Her gown slipped to the floor with a sodden whisper, pooling around her ankles. She was left in only a thin chemise, nearly transparent from the rain, clinging to every curve of her body. Lucien’s breath deepened as his gaze swept her form. He tore at the fragile linen with a brutal impatience, the fabric ripping down the front until it hung in tatters. Evelyn stood trembling in nothing but her own bare skin, the stormlight flashing across her as if she were a prize offered to the gods.

“You are mine now, little dove,” he growled, stepping back only long enough to strip his own shirt over his head. His chest was broad and scarred, muscles hard beneath skin bronzed by the sun. The sight of him stole her breath, but before she could think, he seized her again, dragging her against the heat of his body.

His mouth claimed hers with savage force, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in. She whimpered against him, the taste of salt and smoke overwhelming her. His hand tangled in her wet hair, pulling until her neck arched, giving him full possession of her mouth, her throat, her very breath.

When he broke the kiss, she was gasping, dazed, her lips swollen. He pushed her backward until her legs struck the edge of his massive bed. She stumbled, falling back onto the furs that smelled faintly of musk and leather. He loomed above her, unfastening his belt with slow precision. The sound of the buckle echoed like a threat, followed by the rasp of fabric as he pushed his trousers down.

Evelyn’s eyes widened, her breath catching at the sight of his hardened length, thick and straining, glistening at the tip in the flickering light. He gripped himself, stroking slowly as he watched her reaction, hunger etched into every line of his face.

“Do you see what you have done to me, Lady Evelyn?” he asked, his voice low and sharp. “No storm, no sea, no prayer could quench this. Only you.”

She tried to pull back, to close her thighs, but his hands caught her ankles and dragged her roughly to the edge of the bed. Her legs were forced apart, her most intimate place bared to him in the candlelight. Shame and heat flushed her skin, but his gaze was merciless, devouring every inch.

“So wet,” he muttered darkly, dragging his fingers across her slick folds. She cried out at the touch, twisting, but he held her firm. He slid two fingers deep inside her, filling her with sudden, ruthless force. She gasped, her nails clawing at the furs beneath her, but her body betrayed her, tightening greedily around his intrusion.

“Yes,” he groaned, working his fingers inside her, curling, stroking, making her writhe and moan. “Your body knows me already. It welcomes me. You cannot deny me, little dove, not when you are drenched for me like this.”

Her cries grew sharper as his thumb circled her tender bud, dragging her higher, harder, until she thought she would break. When she was trembling, gasping on the edge of release, he pulled his hand away, leaving her empty and aching. She whimpered, desperate, but his wicked smile only deepened.

“You will take me, not my fingers,” he said. “All of me, until you are marked inside and out as mine.”

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, stretching her slowly. The thick length burned as it pushed into her, inch by inch, forcing her body to yield. Evelyn cried out, clutching at the sheets, her back arching as he filled her. The invasion was overwhelming, painful and exquisite, until at last he was buried to the hilt inside her.

Lucien groaned, his head falling to her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin. “Tight as a fist around me. You were made for this, whether you know it or not.”

He began to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, grinding deep inside her until she moaned despite herself. Then his pace quickened, his hips slamming against hers, the bed creaking beneath their violent rhythm. The storm outside raged, lightning flashing, thunder shaking the walls, but all she felt was the relentless pounding of his body into hers.

Her nails raked his back, leaving red trails. Her voice broke into cries and gasps, begging without words as pleasure consumed her. He growled against her throat, biting hard enough to bruise, marking her as his with every thrust.

Her climax tore through her suddenly, a shattering release that made her scream, her body clenching violently around him. Lucien roared his own release, driving deeper, spilling hot and heavy inside her, claiming her in the most primal way.

For a long moment they remained tangled, his weight pressing her into the furs, his breath ragged against her ear. He kissed her jaw, her throat, softer now but no less possessive.

“You are mine,” he whispered, his voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “No man will ever touch you again. You belong to Captain Drake, body and soul, until the sea itself swallows us both.”

Evelyn’s eyes closed, her body aching, her heart racing. The storm still raged outside, but she knew the true tempest was inside her, and it would never pass.