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together, moving from one to the other, suckling the tips to a sizzling inferno.
    Jacinta thrashed on the mattress, and her lungs refused to draw air. She wanted his hand between her legs, wanted his fingers inside her, wanted him to thrust into her scorching core. “Please, por favor. End this.”
    “Soon, soon.” He dipped into her navel. His lips skipped down her belly, leaving a moist trail that smoldered. “You smell like heaven.”
    He leaned to one side and grazed the tip of his forefinger over the nub at the center of her sex. She gasped and dug her nails into the post. A shudder raced through her when he slowly and carefully separated her folds. “Spread your legs, kitten. Just like that. Nice and wide.”
    Jacinta didn’t realize she’d held her breath until he settled between her thighs and glanced up at her. “I’m drunk on you. This gorgeous pussy, the smell of your cream, and I know you’re going to taste like nectar.”
    The cabin spun at the first flick of his tongue. One palm cupped her bottom, the other held her sex open, and he buried his face in her folds. Mãe de Deus. Mãe de Deus.
    No more. More.
    She bit her lip, tasted blood, but was lost to the magic of his mouth and fingers. He lapped each fold, held the pulsing, plump flesh between his teeth, slurped at the slickness, and then he plunged a finger inside. Jacinta shrieked, the pleasure so sharp, so potent she levered off the bunk.
    But he held her down, one hand on her belly, and added another finger and yet another, the driving rhythm of his thrusting hand and fingers building and building like an orchestra reaching for crescendo, almost too much to bear. All at once, his touch vanished. Her eyes flew open, and there he was above her, his features contorted, jaw clenched, teeth bared. She felt his rod probing her core and angled to meet him, feverish for his entry. He cupped her cheeks and drove inside.
    “Mãe de Deus,” she moaned as he stretched and stretched her, the throbbing thickness of him hot and heavy and pure ecstasy.
    “Jacinta,” he rasped. “Look at me.”
    Her eyelids were anchors and she had to concentrate to obey him, but the effort was more than worth it to see the animal desire written in his blazing stare, his dilated pupils, the color of his eyes now a dark molasses.
    “I want to see you come, kitten. Stay with me.”
    She couldn’t move away from his piercing gaze, loved when he gritted his teeth and grunted, loved the way he drove into her, loved the grim set to his mouth. He lifted her higher, and his rod struck a spot that blurred her vision and sent her spiraling into a series of sharp, frenzied convulsions. Aching, unbearable contractions that had her seeing black spots. She surrendered to the delicious clenching, to the feel of his pulsing cock, to the crushed embrace of his arms.
    He smelled all male powerful, musk and tang and spice and soap all rolled into an irresistible aroma. She drank in the dizzying fragrance, ran a finger through the light dusting of hair on his chest, and then set her mouth to where his heart beat under her palm. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin, the slight wetness both salt and sweet to her lips. Wanting to prolong the precious intimacy and hold him inside her until the memory was branded into her senses, she tried not to move, not to press another kiss to his ripped muscles.
    The boat rocked.
    He tensed, his shoulder bunching under her hand, and he cocked his head. All trace of the lover vanished, and the warrior mask settled over his face.
    When she opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, he rested two fingers on her lips.
    The birds had stopped chirping.
    Boughs creaked. Water rippled. Branches swished.
    All the normal day sounds had receded. No croaks, hisses, no hint of a bee buzzing, no undergrowth being trampled. Within seconds Demon slipped out of her, rolled over, and motioned for her to be quiet and stay put. He pulled on his trousers and boots and ducked under