Page 49 of Hymn of Breath and Bone

He scooped me up from my perch against the mast, and I yelped in surprise.

“Make good choices, you two!” Zephyr called behind us. Caspian threw a finger over his shoulder in a dirty gesture, and she laughed before shouting at someone to be more careful lest they be strangled by the shrouds. I didn’t see where she went as Caspian ducked into the room and practically threw me on the bed.

“Name screaming, Urchin.” Caspian locked the door and prowled toward me. “As promised.”

“A lady likes to be romanced a bit, you know,” I groused, pretending to be affronted at his brazenness. “We need wooing. I’m not the wind for you to just command, you know.”

“Ah, but I nevercommand,” he corrected, leaning over me and weaving his fingers into my hair as he pressed me back onto the mattress. “Usually I askverynicely.”

He pressed his lips to my neck, kissing a fluttering trail across my throat that made my heart stutter.

“Please, Marina,” he murmured into my ear, nipping at the lobe and making my toes curl and core tighten. “Let me fuck you senseless.”

“Well, since you asked nicely,” I conceded rather breathily. “I suppose that would be fine.”

He laughed and pulled me into a kiss that I felt down to my very soul, taking the time to unlace my trousers before tugging them down my body.I went to work on the bodice, still engrossed in the kiss that was turning sloppy and feral as we worked to undress me.

“Why do your clothes have so many fucking laces?” Caspian practically tore the bodice from me and growled in frustration at the shirt that separated him from his prize. “I think I miss your gowns.”

“They’re too cumbersome for pirating,” I laughed, pulling the shirt over my head until I was bare before him.

He sucked in a breath and cupped my breasts in his warm hands. “Skies, the things you do to me, Urchin.” He stepped away and pulled off his own trousers, then threw his pauldrons unceremoniously to the ground. “Turn around.”

“What?” I blinked up at him and saw a wicked smile curving his lips that made my thighs slick with heat.

“Turn around, Urchin,” he purred, bending low to press a kiss to my shoulder. “Trust me.”

I obeyed, tension building at the command and tone of his voice.

“Bend over.”

Seas, that sensual purr was my undoing. I pressed my hands into the mattress as Caspian’s palm ran down the length of my back, pushing me ever so slightly forward.

“Spread.”

He tapped my leg with the hand that wasn’t pressed against my back, and I whimpered as I widened my legs.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing his hard chest to my back and kissing my neck. The hand at my leg splayed, gripping my hip tightly as his other hand trailed down my front, settling between my legs. “Remember, communication. You’ll have to tell me if you don’t like something.”

“Just fuck me already.” I gasped as he slipped two fingers between my thighs, teasing my most sensitive flesh in slow, deliberate circles.

He laughed against my neck, his length hard where it pressed to my backside.

“Patience, Urchin. I want you screaming, remember?”

I fisted the sheets as he continued stroking me, my nipples pressing into the bedspread and sparks of pleasure dancing down my ribs. Caspian held me tight, pressing kisses to my neck between murmured praise and terrible, wicked suggestions.

“The things I plan to do to you in this life, Urchin. I want to bed you until you can’t walk straight. To make you come so hard you pass out. To strum you like a lyre and bask in the sweet sounds you make with your pretty mouth.”

“Seas,” I moaned. “Yes to all those things.”

Caspian rumbled a laugh again, and I felt the head of him press against me. He entered me with a slow, deliberate thrust.

We let out a groan in unison, the combination of sensations as he filled and stroked me almost too much to bear.

“Skies, Marina.” Caspian shifted so he was standing, his hand moving from my hip to fist my hair. The angle pressed him into me in a way that made pleasure flood me. “I wouldn't mind getting used to this view.”

“Pig.” The insult came out as a groan when he moved his fingers slightly, finding a spot that was aching for pressure.