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In the Hollow of the Heart	By : bonnyblonde Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 6365 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 12
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I’m so proud of myself, getting another chapter finished before months and months had fallen to the wayside! One more after this, Barbossabeth fans, and we’ll have wrapped up this tale. Don’t despair, I have every reason to believe that the next movie will provide me new fodder for my fictional obsession!
Thank you battibeff and Scarlett for your reviews, and thanks to everyone who took time to rate the story. The feedback you have provided makes me feel like the hours spent on each chapter are truly worthwhile, and I am flattered that you found something compelling in my writing. And of course, I have to thank RF for once again giving me much-needed advice and criticisms, because this story wouldn’t be half so interesting without her input.
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Chapter 11 – Bring Me That Horizon
“Mama, who was that strange man in your room today?”
Elizabeth paused in tucking the covers around her son, his question making her heart lurch. She’d managed to fill Christmas Day with enough bustle and happiness to distract William, but the calm, quiet moments before bed had given him time to think and he clearly would be put off no longer.
Meeting his sleepy but solemn gaze, she sighed and took his hand in hers as she settled on the edge of his mattress. “His name is Bill Turner. He sails with his son Will, the man I told you was your father these many years past.”
He regarded her serenely before continuing. “When I came in, you and Captain Bar...I mean…both you and Da looked very angry with Mister Turner. What did he do to make everyone so cross?”
Elizabeth smiled softly at the way William stumbled over what to call to Hector, just as she had at one time. The sudden change in how he thought of the man he’d only ever known as ‘Captain Barbossa’, would take a while to sink in. “He said some rather unkind things to us, darling...and your father and I took offence. We were finally able to come to an understanding, though, and it turned out just fine in the end. Bill Turner will not be coming back, so you needn’t worry about it happening again.”
William nodded and yawned, but although the long hours were catching up with him, he wasn’t ready to let go of the subject yet. “Why would you say that Will Turner was my father when he wasn’t? I even have the same name as him. Why would you pretend like that?”
Elizabeth swallowed hard and gave his hand a little squeeze. “I married Will before you were born and when I found out that I was expecting a baby, I believed that you belonged to him and so I gave you his name. It wasn’t until you were a little older that I realized my mistake, and by then...well, I thought it was better if I didn’t tell anyone about it. But I was realize now that it was very cruel of me to keep the truth from you and Da – you both had every right to know. I hope someday I’ll be forgiven for telling such a hurtful lie.”
“Are you still married to him… to Will, then?” he asked with a frown, seemingly worried that Will might yet make an appearance and whisk him and his mother away from Hector.
“No,” she replied slowly, not sure quite how best to frame her response. How could she tell him that she was a widow when in fact, Will was still very much alive…in one distant sense of the word, at any rate? “I haven’t been married to Will for a very long time. Bill only came to see me because I still had something of Will’s in my possession, and we thought it only right that it be returned to him since I am no longer his wife.”
William pondered her answer. “If I’m not a Turner, I want a different name,” he finally declared emphatically. “I want to be a Barbossa!”
Her spirits sank. “I would like nothing more than for you to share the same name as your father,” she said cautiously. “But while we reside in Bridgeport, we must continue to be very careful. There are few people who would look kindly on having the son of a notorious pirate living in their midst. I’m afraid it would be a dangerous thing to let such a secret slip.”
“But...but then we’re still letting everyone believe a lie!” he cried in disbelief, sitting up in bed. “That’s not fair!”
Elizabeth took firm hold of his shoulders and gave him a stern look. “No, it’s not...and if I could change it, I would. But if it became known that your father is Hector Barbossa, our very lives could be at risk. And it’s not just the townsfolk we’d need worry about, sweetheart – a pirate captain has many ruthless enemies who wouldn’t think twice about threatening or even harming us to get back at him. Such is the life he leads and we must take appropriate steps to look after ourselves when he cannot be here to do so.”
“I would keep you safe, Mama,” William said sullenly, his lip protruding as he fought back his tears. “Da could teach me to fight and I could take care of you while he is at sea.”
“Oh, William,” she replied sadly, enveloping him in her arms and rocking him slightly. “I know it is a terrible thing to ask of you, but you must swear to me that you will keep the secret of your heritage to yourself so long as we live here. It’s the only way.”
“I promise not to tell,” he sniffled miserably, “but it’s still not fair.”
“I know,” Elizabeth crooned, leaning forward and settling him back amongst his covers again. She pressed a loving kiss to his cheek and smoothed back his hair. “For now, though, it shall have to be enough that the three of us know the truth.”
He rolled away from her without another word, hunching his shoulders and hiding his face in the blankets so she couldn’t see him cry. Downhearted, Elizabeth reluctantly left her son alone with his sadness and made her way back downstairs to finish tidying up after their Yuletide celebrations.
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As beautiful as the serpentine tongues of flame doubtlessly were, Elizabeth barely noticed their writhing dance as she stared at the fire crackling in the sitting room hearth. Her embroidery sat forgotten in her lap, distracted as she was by her conflicting thoughts. She hadn’t even realized that Hector was speaking to her until he crouched beside her chair and rested a hand on her knee.
“What troubles ye, lass?” he said. “Not still thinkin’ upon them harsh words as Bootstrap had fer ye, I hope. I should have hacked an apology out of his weaselly hide before I let him leave.”
“No, that’s not it,” she reassured him. She rested her head against the cushioned back, gazing across at him as she affectionately snagged a lock of his russet hair and looped it around her finger. How long, Elizabeth wondered, would it take for her to get used to the change the Fountain’s waters had made in his appearance? Part of her would always miss the way he’d looked when she had first seen him. “I know why he said what he did. You have to admit that from his perspective, the evidence against me was fairly damning. He was simply looking out for his son’s best interests...much as I am trying to do.”
Hector scowled in puzzled consternation. “How so?”
She sighed unhappily, knowing that a quarrel was inevitable. “William wants to be acknowledged as your son, Hector...he wants your family name.”
A slow grin spread across Hector’s face. “And so he should,” he said, looking proud enough to crow. “About time we set the record straight, says I. Might be we could do somethin’ about the ‘William’ part of it, too.”
His smile faltered when he noticed the guarded expression on her face. “I told him that wasn’t possible, at least not yet,” she answered quietly. “Hector, you have to understand...”
His eyes shaded to smoky dark as they did only in moments of great passion or burgeoning anger. There was little mystery as to which emotion now fuelled his reaction. Wounded, he left her side and stormed across the room. “Oh, I see. Ye’d rather have him go about with people thinkin’ that he was sired by another man? Might as well have kept the secret of the lad’s birth to yerself, then, and not e’er have confessed the truth to me if’n no one else is to know it!”
Elizabeth stood and calmly set her embroidery aside. Although her heart ached for him, she had to remain the voice of reason. “How do you imagine the people of Bridgeport would react once they learned whose son was living here?” she asked, trailing after him. “Or what plots the Royal Constabulary might hatch upon discovery of that little detail? And we’ve not even begun to address the fact that your son would be considered quite the bargaining chip amongst those holding a grudge against you.”
“No harm has befallen ye thus far,” he retorted sharply. “My protection carries a weight ye fail to appreciate, ‘Lizabeth...”
“Our anonymity is what has given us the liberty we currently enjoy amongst the inhabitants of Barbados,” she corrected, sidling close enough that she could soothingly stroke his arm. Although his muscles twitched beneath her fingers, she took it as a good sign that he didn’t immediately try to shrug off her touch. “If they knew who we were, what we mean to you, we would lose the safe haven we’ve enjoyed all these years. They would turn on us in a second – turn us in as having consorted with a known pirate – and the constables would use us to trap you. I can think of no greater prize for some ambitious officer than to finally capture the captain of the Black Pearl...and no better way to lure him in than to imprison those most precious to him.”
“Not if they value their lives,” he growled, his nostrils flaring. “T’would be the last day on earth for any man as would dare lay a hand upon either of ye.”
“All right, then...if you insist on arguing, let’s imagine that by way of your reputation and threat of possible retribution alone, the citizens of our little town allowed us to continue living here in peace,” she went on. “The worst threat by far comes from the quarter you know best. Your son is your greatest weakness, Hector, as he is mine...and you can rest assured that other pirates, especially your enemies, would see him in exactly that same light. They would only need to wait until you made sail and left us on our own...”
“Enough!” he barked. “Enough. Ye’ve made yer point. So long as I fly pirate colours, I’m to have no son.”
The words hit her like a volley of knives, sharp and painful. “Oh, my beloved – no!” Elizabeth stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers and waited until he coolly deigned to meet her tear-rimmed gaze. “He is yours in every way that matters. He is as proud to be your son as you are to be his father. If not for the risks he’d face in your absence, I wouldn’t hesitate a moment to tell everyone that he belongs to you. That I belong to you.”
With a disbelieving sneer, he tetchily pushed her hand away before turning his back to her. “The only way to be with ye is to continue sneakin’ in and out under the cover of darkness, then, whene’er the wind blows me in this direction,” he said, his bitterness filling every syllable. “What point was there in seekin’ out a second chance by way of the Fountain if naught has changed?”
“I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you again,” she whispered, sliding her arms around his waist and resting her cheek against his back as she hugged his resistant body close. “It is only the thought of what might happen to our son if we’re found out that holds me back. I would gladly give up all I possess if it meant that I didn’t have to hide the truth any longer. You have to know that.”
He sucked in a sharp hiss of breath and tensed. Instantly she went on the alert, sure that he must have heard something…or someone. It was inconceivable that Bill Turner would have returned, but perhaps someone else had followed the trail and discovered her location. She waited and listened carefully, trying to pick up on whatever had captured Hector’s attention. “What is it?”
Hector pivoted and forcefully seized her upper arms, making her gasp in alarm. There was a sudden, excited gleam in his eyes, though, and his sly grin was back. “Would ye...give up everythin’, that is? If ye were to have that very chance, would ye proclaim from the highest mast that ye bore me a son? Would ye tell the world of yer love fer me if ye could do so with the certain knowledge that William would not pay a terrible price o’er it?”
“Yes, of course,” she said hesitantly, trying to follow whatever path his thoughts had taken. “But what…?”
“Then I’ve the solution to the problem as vexes us,” he stated with absolute certainty. “The answer was before us all along. Come with me, ‘Lizabeth, both you an’ the lad...leave this life behind and return to the Pearl!”
Elizabeth almost laughed incredulously before she realized he spoke in earnest. “Take refuge on the Black Pearl? Hector, really!”
“Ye’ve the soul of a sailor, girl...motherhood ain’t changed that. I know that ye long fer them bygone days; a man would have to be blind to miss them wistful gazes ye cast out o’er the waves when ye walk along the shore. Ye’ve got nothin’ to hold ye here.” He arched his eyebrow knowingly, daring her to refute his assertion.
She nodded slowly, unable to argue his point. “Since I settled in Barbados, it’s as though I’ve been marooned; I’m lost without the roll of the waves beneath my feet. But my longing for the sea is rather beside the point...I have to do what is right for William. What kind of mother would I be if I willingly consign my son to a life of piracy and constant peril?”
“A better mother than one as would see her boy deny his legacy and always keep to the shallows, meek an’ fearful. Aye, there’ll be dangers ahead should ye choose to join me but least ways William will know his father and learn what he needs to stand on his own two feet. I ain’t sayin’ that he need be a pirate – if when he comes of age, he decides that he wants a different sort of life fer hisself, then I’ll not keep him from seekin’ his fortune elsewhere. But he has to be shown what it means to be a man and that won’t come from hidin’ from the world behind his mother’s skirts! No son of mine will ferever cling to the shadows and live in fear and shame of admittin’ his true name – I’ll not have it, ‘Lizabeth!”
Hector was breathing hard, chest puffed out and eyes wide with the indignant fervour of his declaration. She knew the look – she had seen it often enough when he was at the helm in the midst of a terrible storm, or fighting a bloody, flashing sword duel, or arguing his case before the Brethren Court. She was as utterly riveted by him now as she had been then, struck to her very core of her being by his confidence and intensity. The sight was enough to set her heart to racing and her blood aflame. No man could ever dare hope to compare.
But to allow so young a boy to join a pirate crew, even one as brave and experienced as Hector’s – it was unheard of, and for good reason. Every man aboard a ship filled an essential role, and the crew as a whole worked together like cogs in a great machine. Having a child underfoot could prove a fatal distraction for everyone, William most of all.
She’d never had the occasion to take William out on the water and so he understood nothing of the endless risks. A single rogue wave might sweep him away...a swinging boom or bit of rigging could cause grievous injury...an ill-timed shot from an enemy vessel could end his life before he had time to even cry out. Every possibility was more terrifying than the last, and that was without those more sinister aspects that came from living as an outlaw.
When push came to shove, though, would he be happier with a life ashore? Her reluctance to become friendly with the other residents of Bridgeport had kept them isolated within their own community, and William could lay claim to very few friends. There would come a time when the companionship of his mother simply wouldn’t be enough. He would lament the absence of his father and in his eyes she’d be to blame for that gap in his life, regardless of how solid her reasons might be. And as she had admitted herself, they were no safer being left behind – it was most likely just a matter of time until the truth was discovered, and she and William would be at the mercy of whoever found them out. At least on board the Pearl, there were always men with guns and swords at the ready should such a threat emerge.
Depriving Hector and William of the chance to explore the wonders of the world together just to assuage her own fears would be selfish and unforgivable. Who was she to keep William from charting his own course...or to keep father and son apart? Despite what Hector said about letting William make his own choice in the end, she knew that from the minute he stepped on board, the boy would inevitably be entranced – he’d love the sea every bit as much as she and Hector did. He would thrive on the freedom of being beholden to no man save himself…his nature so mirrored Hector’s that it was impossible to believe otherwise. She had to trust Hector, trust that he would teach William all he needed to know about both sailing and fighting – the man would not have lived half so long without extensive knowledge and skill.
And yes…if she looked past her maternal concerns, she had to own up to yearning for the same life for herself: a future at Hector’s side, facing whatever challenges awaited them over the next horizon. Not to mention the nights...gods yes, the promise of a thousand sultry nights together in Hector’s bed, the sky outside the whorled windows bejewelled with countless stars and moonlight flooding over their bodies, moving as sensually as the ocean below...what woman in her right mind would refuse?
It was the right choice...the only choice. Life as a pirate was laden with risk and uncertainty, but years of constant separation from Hector were a worse prospect by far.
Colour rose quickly in her cheeks, and it was all she could do to keep a straight face and not laugh in eager anticipation of what Hector might do in light of the decision she’d finally made. Determined to prolong the moment, however, Elizabeth gently extricated herself from his hold and twisted away from him, hugging her arms as though still beset by doubt. “There is only one question left to be answered, then,” she said softly, reaching out to stroke the frayed velvet along the top of her armchair.
“Spit it out,” he answered gruffly, obviously expecting to hear yet another reason his idea was entirely out of the question.
“Do you think I’ll have time to climb to the crow’s-nest and profess the truth of my love and your fatherhood before we set sail?” she asked, peeking back over her shoulder so he’d not see the smile she was fighting so hard to hide. “Or would you prefer that I hold off until after we’ve cleared the harbour?”
There was hardly time to blink before Hector had crossed the short space between them, stopping her joyous laugh short with his bruising kiss. “Ne’er will I give ye cause to regret it,” he swore, clutching her so tightly that she struggled to draw a proper breath. “Always will I cherish ye and keep ye safe.”
She speared her fingers through the thick locks of his hair and held him fast while she returned his kisses with equal passion. “Cherish me, yes...but don’t believe for a moment that I will play the passive maiden, standing off to the side while you throw yourself into the fray. I am a pirate in my own right, as you well know, and I intend to fulfill my duties just as well as any other member of your crew – although as a former captain and pirate lord, I would make an excellent first mate.”
“I must inform ye that I don’t make it a habit to bed members of me crew,” he chuckled, his breath enticingly hot against her cheek as he nuzzled her temple. “If I make ye the exception, I can’t help but wonder if ye’ll be equally willin’ to take orders in the confines of our quarters.”
The fact that he already referred to his cabin as ‘their’ quarters made her heart take flight. “Well, I would say that it very much depends on the nature of the order, Captain. Perhaps you should test the limits of your command now so there will be no surprises once we’ve actually reached open water.”
His eyes glinted deviously and she couldn’t stop from trembling under his licentious scrutiny. “Aye, I concur. Fer starters, I’ll be havin’ ye disrobe and stand ready fer inspection.”
“Remove my clothes? Here and now?” Elizabeth glanced uneasily at the tall windows on either side of the room. Although the curtains had been drawn at dusk, there was in all likelihood enough of a gap in the panels to allow any curious passers-by more than an eyeful of what was taking place within.
Hector looked heavenward and sighed. “Tsk tsk. Already ye be questionin’ me and here we’re still on dry land,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head. “A rather inauspicious start, says I. Don’t exactly bode well fer future deference.”
She tilted her chin defiantly, but she had no intention of flouting his demands. She had opted to surrender control to her lover and she wanted him to use it to good effect. Besides, the risk of discovery was unnervingly arousing for a reason she couldn’t quite fathom. “Fine. If you’d have me bare for the entire world to see, then we shall do it your way.”
“We shall do it yer way, sir,” he corrected shrewdly.
Shuffling back a few steps, Elizabeth fixed her gaze on his as she found the smooth, cool ribbons of her dressing gown at her throat and languidly fingered them. “Aye, sir,” she whispered lowly, loosening the bow and then gradually tugging on the loose ends of the ties until her robe gaped open to reveal her lace-edged, low-cut shift. As she dropped her arms, the gown flowed silently down her body and formed into a satiny puddle around her ankles.
With the firelight at her back, Elizabeth knew that the pale shift she wore would be practically transparent, a fact that clearly wasn’t lost on Hector. He swallowed so hard that she could hear a click from his throat, and she smiled demurely as she watched his fingers curl into tight fists. She settled her hands on her thighs, waiting until his gaze dropped before she slowly caressed her limbs through the wispy fabric. The feel of it against her body was soft and sensual, and she closed her eyes as the material slid over her skin as lightly a tropical breeze.
Elizabeth followed a winding upward path, her fingers gliding over her navel and then up between her breasts. The harshness of Hector’s breathing increased as she skimmed her hand over one breast. As soon as she found her nipple, it tightened almost painfully and she moaned faintly, fingering the turgid little point until she felt a swift surge of liquid fire swirl between her legs.
“Take it off,” Hector demanded sharply, and she dazedly opened her eyes to see that her indecent display had put the first cracks in his composure. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his brow and his hands were clenching convulsively, as though he needed to be touching her but was determined to hold back until the game had run its course. “No more teasin’ or I swear I’ll tear it to pieces!”
Although the hunger on his face fanned the flames deep in her centre, Elizabeth simply quirked her eyebrow and tried her best to appear unflustered. Deliberately tarrying, she slipped a finger beneath one of the straps and eased it over the swell of her shoulder. The slip sagged slightly on one side, enough that Hector shifted impatiently but not so far that anything was revealed. Careful to hold the garment in place against her bosom, she repeated the action and bared the other shoulder as well before slowly turning to show Hector her back.
“’Lizabeth,” he warned just as she released her grasp on her bodice and let her arms fall to her sides. The material drifted over her slight curves and fluttered to the floor, leaving her shockingly nude in the middle of her sitting room. The air surrounding her was warm – hot, in fact, from the combination of humid weather and the blazing fire she’d set – but still she shivered from expectation and longing.
She sensed his approach but forced herself stare straight ahead, waiting him out. Her heart pounded like a primitive drumbeat, growing louder with each step he took towards her. A soft exhalation that caressed her neck finally signalled his proximity but she remained as still as her quivering limbs would allow.
“Me beautiful girl,” he rasped, brushing the long line of her spine with his caloused fingertips and making her gasp with a combination of relief and yearning. “Made the mistake once of lettin’ ye go...ye can lay odds that won’t be happenin’ again.”
As she leaned back, the coarse feel of his clothes was an erotic contrast to her naked skin. The cotton of his shirt and linen of his breeches offered a delightful friction that gave her gooseflesh and she rubbed herself against him to enhance the sensation. “Touch me, Hector...show me how you feel.”
“That be ‘sir’ to ye, missy...and ye’d best remember that ‘tis I in command and not ye.” Despite his chiding words, he bracketed her hips with his strong hands and pulled her snugly against him. Elizabeth bit back a smile of purely feminine satisfaction when she felt his steely hardness against the part of her arse and slowly wriggled her hips from side to side until his breath caught.
“Oh, yes sir,” she countered, “It is clear that you are most certainly in command.”
“Wilful temptress!” Hector snarled roughly, his voice a deep, exciting tremor that skittered through her body. “What would ye have me do in the face of such insolence?”
Her head fell back against his shoulder and she snaked her arms around his neck so she was arched in unmistakable invitation. “Anything you want, Captain,” she offered pleadingly, licking at the tiny beads of perspiration that had formed above her lip. Her every muscle vibrated with need and she writhed against him in an attempt to further hasten his attentions.
His wonderfully graceful fingers coasted up over her midriff until he caught her breasts in the cradles of his palms and boldly stroked her, catching her nipples between his knuckles. With deliberate leisure, he tugged at her tender flesh until she gasped sharply in savage pleasure.
“Many was the night I spent at sea with the hope of neither rest nor peace, tormented as I was hour upon hour with memories of the night ye gave yerself to me...the night ye surrendered yer virtue to a man most unworthy of such a gift.” His confession was rushed as he relinquished the weight of her breasts and with burning hands, instead sought out the warm, fragrant haven between her thighs. “And although the mere thought of sinkin’ meself to the hilt in yer sweet, soft depths was always enough to bring me off, there was no true satisfaction to be found in such half measures. Ye spoke last night of wantin’ to come to me bed them nights I slept but a door’s distance from yer own...but ye must know, t’was a battle as I’ve ne’er faced before or since to keep from forcin’ me way into yer room and ravishin’ ye!”
Elizabeth moaned longingly as molten need surged through her again, leaving her wet and throbbing. “You can have me now, in any way you please. Don’t hold yourself back...not tonight, not ever again.”
He slipped a long finger into her, slowly and deeply. Physical and spiritual need melded in the centre of her womb and she instinctively thrust towards the press of his hand, rendered mindless by overwhelming desire. Tension shimmered beneath her skin and tears of frustration trickled from the corners of her eyes.
“Always do I aim to be the gentle lover, ‘Lizabeth,” Hector growled ravenously, his thumb dragging over the engorged nub of her arousal, “but ye bring forth the beast in me each time. Ye leave me far too helpless in the grip of me lust to be anythin’ but what I am.”
Before her legs could give way from beneath her, he hoisted her up in his arms and hauled her over to the woven fireside rug. Indelicately depositing her on the floor, he stretched out beside her, rapidly tearing at the panel of his breeches until he’d freed himself and his engorged cock was lying hot against her thigh.
Touching him suddenly become essential, and Elizabeth was caught up in an uncontrollable craving for the sensation of his smooth, fevered flesh. It was as though every restraint and inhibition had been swept away, and she was besieged by an aching, urgent yearning that threatened her very sanity. She ripped ferociously at his shirt, knowing only that she had to strip him bare and not caring if she tore the expensive garment to shreds in the process. Taking his cue from her frenzied actions, Hector hurriedly yanked it off over his head and with a shuddering sigh, arched his back as he savoured the bliss of having her hands move ravenously over the naked expanse of his chest.
“I love you because you are impossible to tame,” she panted, throwing her leg over his hips so she could straddle him. His thick length seared the delicate folds of her quim and she rocked forward, letting his shaft slip through her wet, swollen petals of flesh. “I’d not have you any other way.”
“Ride me, girl,” he begged hoarsely, all pretence of control abandoned as he clutched at her flanks and bucked his hips. “Take me as deep as ye dare. Already ye have me ready to burst like some callow lad – I can’t be waitin’ any longer!”
Some distant part of her urged her to make sweet, unhurried love to him in the golden glow of the flickering fire...to relish the romantic setting and prolong the experience. But her needs were too great, her passion far too heated to pay heed to the idea of such languorous pleasantries. As she encircled his pulsating member with her hand and sank down upon him, inch by glorious inch, she came to understand that it would always be that way for them...what they felt for one was far too explosive for either of them to contain.
“Dear lord!” she cried as he stretched her to her very limits, the girth of his cock making her feel as though he might split her in two. With a surge of power, he drove upwards and forced himself deeper still, and she clamped her thighs tight to keep from being thrown aside even as she was gloriously impaled on his rigid sex.
Her mouth gaped open as she fought for both air and words. The wool of the rug cruelly chafed her knees as he dug bruising fingers into her thighs, dull pain mating with ecstasy as she rose and fell on the seat of his hips.
“Fuck me harder!” he roared, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he matched her thrust for brutal thrust.
She did as he asked, chasing her climax as roughly and vigorously as she dared. Sweat-sodden strands of hair clung to her forehead and cheeks as she lifted upwards and then plunged herself down on him again, making them both shout out harshly in time to their primal rhythms.
Elizabeth’s chest began to burn from lack of air and her legs trembled at with the intensity of her exertion. As though sensing that her strength was waning, Hector suddenly twisted beneath her and rolled over, pinning her to the floor under his restless weight. With jarring, quick strokes, he buried himself in her slick passage over and over, his cheek pressed to her chest and his breath coming in husky grunts as he took frenzied possession of her body.
When the first wave of euphoria hit her, it was with all of the stunning violence of a typhoon, propelling her ever higher and tearing her apart at the same time. With a keening cry, she surrendered to the wracking spasms rippling from her centre outwards and let them wash over her, the sensations so powerful that they bordered on agony. Hector suddenly reared up, tossing his head back and making a sound of raw, masculine victory as he pounded against her, his face contorting as he found his own release and shot his essence into her still-pulsating channel.
Spent, he propped himself above her and sucked in uneven breaths, gazing down at her with a mixture of awe and gratification before kissing her deeply and warmly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close as her post-coital shivers gradually began to subside. “What ye do to me, love,” he sighed, indolently nipping at her earlobe. “If I hadn’t made that stop at the fountain, ye might just have finished me off with such spirited congress.”
Elizabeth smiled and stretched lazily, wincing slightly at the abrasions left on her backside and knees by the friction of the hearth rug. “And to think that you had qualms about my willingness to follow commands!”
“I stand corrected,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to her brow as he eased himself off of her and collapsed at her side. “Ne’er again will I doubt ye.”
“I’m not sure I believe that,” she replied mischievously, turning so she could sling an arm across his chest and entwine her leg through his. “I think we’ll find ourselves in frequent disagreement for as long as we are together – you are far too stubborn for me to expect otherwise.”
“Aye, we be very much alike in that,” he shot back, running his fingers indulgently through her soft hair.
Sated and happy, she snuggled against him and closed her eyes. “So what are our plans, Hector? When do you want to haul anchor and leave port?”
“Tomorrow. We go out on the evenin’ tide.”
Elizabeth lifted her head and frowned. “Tomorrow? That’s not much time to wrap up everything here. Why hurry?”
“I see no need to delay our departure. T’is a poor cap’n as indulges his own desires but deprives his crew of the chance to do the same, ye know. The men will be growin’ impatient – our holds be full of swag and they’ve waited long enough to spend it. We’ll put in a few provisions and make sure we’ve enough to get us to Tortuga. Besides, ye’ll need nothin’ more than a few clothes and whatever small mementoes ye hold dear. We can’t accommodate any more than that.”
He was right – she and William could walk away and be none the poorer for it. What few needs they’d have would be easy to satisfy once they were under way. “Tomorrow,” Elizabeth repeated, the thought causing her heart to lift. Back at sea again, all three of them together...and another voyage would begin.
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In the Hollow of the Heart