Not all treasure is silver and gold - Chapter 31

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Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 - Pirates!
Chapter 2 - Its all true
Chapter 3 - Yes Captain
Chapter 4 - Never trust a pirate
Chapter 5 - Waking up in hell
Chapter 6 - Not that innocent
Chapter 7 - Right Decision, Wrong Choice
Chapter 8 - Damn him!
Chapter 9 - Missed a spot
Chapter 10 - C'est une belle histoire
Chapter 11 -Kisses and Dramaqueens
Chapter 12 - Damaged
Chapter 13 - Liar
Chapter 14 - Saved to kill you
Chapter 15 - When I need you most
Chapter 16 - No black no white
Chapter 17 - All Better
Chapter 18 - Last night was a lie
Chapter 19 - Todat would be hell
Chapter 20 - It was you
Chapter 21 -You were me
Chapter 22 - Just like me
Chapter 23 - God no...Please no...
Chapter 24 - Together
Chapter 25 - Free
Chapter 26 - Take me home
Chapter 27 - Dream
Chapter 28 - Bedrest
Chapter 29 - Another Option

Chapter 31 – Thank you

He gasped in surprise when his back hit the wall next to the door harder then I had expected. Instantly grabbing hold of the small window frame next to him to keep himself from falling.

I almost smirked when I saw his eyes bulking from the shock caused by my sudden boldness, and I knew he had never really expected me to do such a thing.

He had never expected me to take the dare.

Adrenaline pumped trough my blood as I took deep breaths of air into my lungs to steady my feverish excitement and nerves.

My heart beating freely in my chest and my body feeling weightless from the anticipation as I floated over to him with two big steps. His bewildered form against the wall as he swallowed again.

Making me feel powerful and aroused so intensely I could scream. Trembling all over, but with fire burning in my guts to keep me on my passionate high.

This was what he secretly wanted....thought he didn't say it, and I could tell he was beyond excitement when I trapped his body demandingly against the wall with my own. Wobbling on my legs, but confident in every movement.

His skin flushed so beautifully it made my insides tingle, and his large hardness made me gasp slightly, as it was very present pressing against my lower belly.

“Bam.”

He moaned, and an intense thrill shot trough my core when I heard him say my name so heatedly.

It was me who made him feel this way, and I would not stop until he would reach heaven by my hands.

Or whatever it would take.

Yes, I knew what felt so good it would make him feel like he would never find his way back down from high, pure bliss. Like it had made me feel.

I wanted to be the one who would be able to bring him there.

So he would never want to let me go.

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“Bam….oh fuck….”

His eyes were dripping with pure lust, as he looked me over with such a heated gaze I could feel it burning on my skin.

He wanted me, and I was willing to give as much as he would and could take.

His hands tugging at my shirt to bring me closer. Showing me what he wanted, but also knowing it was my turn to play when he did not demand control.

My fingers quickly working on the buttons of my shirt, I exposed my upper body to him. Now hanging loosely around my shoulders as my thin, but strong torso was bared to his eyes.

Only the cloth around my injured waist taking a part of my stomach from his vision.

He looked at me like he was salivating, and I trembled with desire when his long fingers reached out to graze my chest lightly with the warm tips.

Trying me, seeing how far I would let him go without claiming back my power. Wanting nothing more then me to defeat him.

Feeling as beautiful and wanted as ever as he touched me, and having that powerful wave of pleasure and desire of being with him like this drown me once more.

He had been holding back all this time.

For my sake, I realized now.

He was too afraid he would break a promise by breaking me. That he would take more then I would give to him. Having me hurt more then what I had already been put trough.

But he wanted me all the same, and his eyes betrayed this truth. The longing he had felt for me ever since our last encounter.

The same longing I felt, ever day that passed us.

He craved me, like I craved him too, and seeing it lit a scourging fire within me.

This was not about him wanting to me to leave. This was about him keeping his word, because he was expected to.

And about his fear of…coming from behind the wall he had build up for so long.

A wall I wanted to tear to the ground. Because I had seen his true face, and it was the face I had fallen in love with.

From now on I needed to tell how I was feeling, and what I wanted. I needed to act instead of wait for his next move. Assure him it was no betrayal and set him free. It was the only way he could see my true feelings and decide we should stay together. It was the only way we could both get what we wanted.

Cause he wanted me…oh yes.

“So perfect Bam.”

His light touches made my erection strain in a matter of seconds, and I moaned before taking both his hands into mine and off my body. Pushing them to the wall next to his head forcefully as I kept my eyes on him.

Making him gasp in delight and groan so beautifully as his eyelids fluttered and his moist lips, glistering in the candlelight when he parted them slightly. His hips writhing against the wall he was pushed so flushed against.

Pushing my body against his I could feel his wonderful round but slim hips pushing into my abdomen, and with his hands to the wall I made him surrender into a kiss when I closed the air between us by pressing my body and lips lustfully on his.

His chest heaving with mine as my hands released his wrists to entangle my fingers in his waterfall of dark hair, just while his hands cupped my face in the same instant.

Fingers gently on my neck as he hold up my chin to keep our connection.

Breathing heavily, panting into each other as our open mouths pressed together into a wet and burning kiss.

My tongue finding his warm soft one and wresting it lazily for dominance.  Dominance which he gave to me when he let me win, and danced with me as I feverishly stroked the inside of his soft, velvet, gorgeous little mouth.

I had craved his taste of tobacco and spring for too long, and I moaned heatedly into him while my fingers tugged slightly at his hair.

A noise responded by him by his wonderful hands wondering down to my back until he was cupping my ass and pushed me closer into him.

Groaning out in delight when his hardness brushed mine trough two tin layers of fabric.

I gasped, but did not release him as I only launched on him more aggressively. Kissing him hungrily as he responded with surrendering whimpers. Wanting every inch I could get of the dark prince in my arms.

Want more of his taste and his touch....always.

My hands tugged lightly at his silk hair between my fingers again, and he moaned out louder than before at the gentle pulling on his head by my hands.

I released him then, sliding my hands out of his hair to the top button of his shirt as I kept our open mouths pressed together.

Eyes still closed into the kiss as I fumbled with it before undoing ever single one of them. Working my way down slowly until he was completely exposed to my eyes.

Leaving the white fabric hanging loosely on his shoulder like my own as I let my fingers brush his skin boldly after every time an inch of exposed flesh came to sight.

I knew I had to be bold to get what I wanted. To have him stay, and to keep him under my spell. I would make sure not another word of protest would get the chance to spill from those swollen lips tonight.

He trembled against me when I let my fingers caress the warm, porcelain skin of his toned chest, and whimpered at how good it felt against my hands.

Soft skin over hard but lean muscles covered his chest and abdomen so perfectly, and my hands roamed worshipping down to his slim, feminine hips where I grabbed hold of him.

I was no expert at any of this, nor were my moves erotic or elegant of some sort. But the way he was writhing and moaning in between the wall and my body made me understand that what I was doing was right.

I released his plump, reddening lips then, and he gasped for air as the contact was broken.

Leaning forwards to hungrily search for more as I pushed my flat palm against his bare chest to hold him back. Only looking at him from under my lashes as I carefully took in his exquisite beauty.

He was glowing in the mysterious candlelight like a God made out of French vanilla skin and dark chocolate hair, while the tiny flames danced in the reflection of his gleaming, adoring eyes of green.

I wanted to remember him like this. Forever. Long after all this would be gone.

This was how he would always be in my mind. Every time I would close my eyes.

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Part 2