He slipped the sword under the thin elastic holding the slip of material together and tugged. Her panties joined her costume on the floor.

“Ah, I believe I have found the treasure I seek.” He licked his lips, his breathing labored. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She caught his torrid gaze, heard the raw hunger in his voice, and noted the way his body fairly shook.

His deep, authoritative voice prompted her into action. Her pirate sank to his knees and insinuated himself between her legs. He inhaled.

She heard him swallow. Hard. “You must be punished for withholding such a fine treasure.”

The scent of her arousal swirled around them. Knees wobbling, Brianna gripped his shoulders to support herself. Her words came out broken. “Yes, pirate. I never should have withheld such a treasure. I now know it was wrong of me, and I must be punished.”

He parted her folds with his tongue and groaned deep in his throat. “I believe a tongue-lashing is in order.” He spoke in whispered words.

“Oh good God,” she murmured, when he licked her all the way from the back to the front. She’d never felt anything so fine.

He climbed out from between her legs and backed her up until her knees hit the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs for me.”

She did as he requested. He leaned over her and gathered her into his arms, creating an instant intimacy. His bewitching green eyes held her captive, and in that moment something powerful transpired between them.

Warm lips connected with hers and kissed a path down her body. When his tongue pressed into her pussy, her thoughts fragmented. “Oh my,” she whispered and writhed restlessly on the bed. He spent a long time tasting her, circling her clit with his tongue, driving her into a frenzy of need.

“Please,” she begged, desperate for release. She began panting, her fingers raking through his jet-black hair, urging him to take her to oblivion and beyond.