The Gypsy Witch

by The Gypsy Witch (EReads) (lit)

  She raised the whip one more time to bring it down on him, deciding this time she would cut the flesh instead of just marking his skin.

  Scott had tired of the game. He reached out, one hand moving with lightning swiftness and caught the coil around his palm. With a sudden jerk Danielle was brought quickly up against him. Scott grabbed a handful of thick black hair, now loose from its leather thong. He pulled her head back forcefully, and bent, crushing her lips savagely with his mouth. She struggled uselessly against his embrace at first, but very soon her movements stilled. Slowly the coil of leather she had held so tightly, gradually slipped from her hand, falling to the deck with a thud. Scott’s savage kisses slowly turned to a passionate caress, his mouth lingering upon hers, until he felt her slacken in surrender.

  He bent down and swept her up into his arms oblivious of the stares of the crewmen. Without releasing her mouth he walked across the deck to his cabin and kicked open the door with a booted foot. Once the two were inside, the men heard the slam of the door against its hinges.

  Jacob frowned in disappointment. "Should’ve known a damn wench would let her emotions get involved."

  "Aye, but the Dominion is a brawny lad. Not many would have the courage to face our captain with the whip in her hand. The two seem evenly matched."

  A rumble of voices were raised as the seamen started laughing and buzzing about both their captains. Ricardo, unnoticed by all, moved across the deck to position himself near the captain’s door. He would stand guard over the two lovers inside the room.

  Only after he laid her on his bunk where he had first made love to her did Scott release her mouth.

  "Oh, Scott," she moaned into his neck. Still holding the back of his neck with her hands. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

  "My love," he mumbled between kisses as he unfastened her coat, letting the jacket fall away. He unbuttoned her silk shirt and found that which he was searching for beneath it. He buried his face between her breasts and murmured against her flesh. "I have been tortured for want of you."

  Danielle moved her hands beneath his shirt, feeling the rippling muscles of his back. Her fingers moved gently, caressing him from neck to hip. He was here in the flesh where she wanted him to remain for all time. It had been so long… so ungodly long!

  Scott caught his breath at the feel of her roving hands and raised his head, looking into her eyes. She was filled with passion and Scott wanted to brand that look on his memory for all time. Scott reached down and pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the floor. He finished undressing Danielle, kissing each exposed part of her as the clothing disappeared. Each budding breast he took in his mouth and caressed with his tongue, then kissed the spot between them, holding each breast in his hands on each side of his cheeks. Down to her waist his kisses left a trail of flame. When he pulled her breeches from her body his mouth followed down over her hips, to the juncture of her legs. There he found a haven for his mouth and his tongue. Danielle threw her head back and groaned deep in her throat. Her hands grasped his head threading her fingers through the dark curls. The force building within her was taking over her entire being and she raised her hips to meet his onslaught. When she thought she could stand no more of the of the warm moist caress of his mouth and tongue, he raised her head leaving her incomplete. He moved his body back up next to her, once more covering her mouth with his. The gentleness was gone and the passions were demanding between them. The power behind the kiss opened her lips gladly for his admittance. Their tongues wrapped together and played the tune of love and lust to perfection.

  Scott pulled her tight against him, rubbing his manhood against her. "Sweet Jesus, You’re beautiful," he moaned, his voice hungry with lust.

  Danielle released his back to slide her hand down between them. She wanted to feel him everywhere at once. She couldn’t get enough of him. She arched toward him, throwing her leg over his thigh. And led him to her haven. She didn’t want to wait anymore. She was on fire and her breath came in deep gasps.

  Scott rolled her over on her back and plunged deep. Their bodies had gone too long without each other. They could wait no longer. Danielle’s fingernails dug into Scott’s back and she screamed his name, as on waves of rapture both bodies arched together to be carried away on the climatic explosion of love. Scott’s groaning of her name sounded like he was in pain it was so emotional.

  Danielle gradually felt herself falling back to earth, still wrapped tightly in Scott’s embrace. He slid to lie beside her and lifted himself onto his elbows never losing the close contact of her body. He smoothed the dampened tresses away from her perspiring forehead, he bent, placing a kiss on her temple and down the side of her neck, whispering huskily into her ear.

  "Oh my love, how I’ve needed you."

  Danielle was too relaxed and satisfied to speak. She had said it all to Scott just moments before with her body. She sighed and with a slight smile cuddled up against his chest. Her hand moved across the muscles she loved, ringing his darkened nipples with her fingertips. Never had she felt so alive. She raised her eyes to meet his still filled with passion staring down at her.

  "You look tired, my captain," she finally whispered against his skin. "Are you well?"

  "Just tired of my search for you, Danielle. But at the moment I could be no better." he bent and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "What is the man with fair hair to you?"

  She looked at him in surprise. It was obvious he was talking about David Fitzwater. She watched his face, waiting for her answer. He was jealous! This strong magnificent privateer was jealous of a conceited peacock.

  "Why do you want to know?" she asked innocently. Maybe he would admit he loved her.

  "I demand to know, and now!" his voice boomed.

  "He is nothing to me, Scott." She didn’t want to fight.

  "He looked like it was more than that."

  She put her hand on the side of his face to gentle him. "There is only one seaman for me, my pirate. And I have him right where I like him to be."

  "Well, he would have killed me if he thought he could get away with it. I could read it in his eyes." Scott wanted to believe her and moved to a subject more important to him. "Tell me what you are doing endangering yourself on the seas?"

  Danielle decided to tell him the truth… or most of it. The one good thing about having death staring her in the face earlier this day was to bring home to her how important this man was in her life. She didn’t care anymore if he wanted marriage. If all she ever had were these stolen moments with him she would die satisfied.

  "My ship is loaded with French Huguenots. I’ve rescued them to take them to England." There, she had said it and waited for the explosion which was soon in coming.

  He sat straight up in bed. "What! Tell me you jest!" he screeched.

  "No, Scott. ‘Tis no jest." She reached up and pushed a lock of his hair off his forehead. "I hate King Louis and the French soldiers as much as you, pirate. They are the ones that killed my parents. But these people I rescue are innocent victims. They leave everything behind to find a new and peaceful place to live. I only help them in their quest."

  Scott got out of bed and paced across the room and back to the side of the bunk, unconscious of his nudity. "Then you do this thing all the time? Oh God, Danielle! Tell me you’ll stop!"

  She looked up and down the body of the man she loved standing in front of her. He had one leg bent, with his hands on his hips, looking like he could beat her. Yet, she felt no fear of him. It was hard to take a man too seriously when he had no clothes on.

  "One day soon, Scott." She knew once Sir Francis was well enough he would take back over The Gypsy Witch.

  "Where do you dock in England?" he questioned.

  "I can’t tell you that. Don’t ask it. There are too many other people’s lives at stake. I won’t endanger them." She pleaded with her eyes.

  Scott put one knee on the bunk and leaned over her. "Danielle, how can I protect you if I don’t know where you are?
I cannot go through life without knowing. You are too important to me."

  Her hand smoothed over the hairs on his thigh resting on the bed. "I travel these same waters, between England and France. I make this trip once a month. You will find me here." How she wished she could tell him everything. It would be so simple to meet him at his mother’s where they could spend time together. But Jenny would have to tell him her secret on her own. Danielle would not betray her.

  He groaned and crawled back in bed. He pulled her close against him. He was actually frightened for the first time ever. What if something happened to her? He would have no reason to go on living. Lightly he kissed the top of her head. "I’ve searched the entire English coastline for you. I’ve been like a ship without a sail since I saw you last. Stay with me, Danielle."

  Her mood turned pensive as she stroked his arm. She thought of the Huguenots still fleeing France and her promise to help them. "It isn’t that I don’t want to stay with you, Scott…"

  "Then let me lead you into English waters. We could anchor and spend the nights together until then."

  Danielle was quiet for an instant. "Yes, we could do that." She would grab at the opportunity to be with him if only for a few days.

  "Is there no way I can convince you to cease? Let someone else rescue these Huguenots! I would have you safe." He spoke against her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

  "It won’t be much longer," she replied. Danielle wrapped her arms around him and kissed the side of his mouth. She moved her lips to the crease between neck and shoulder and cuddled her face there. She could smell his manly odor that was his alone, the results of their lovemaking filling her nostrils. She breathed deep wanting to cherish the smell of him, the feel of his embrace. She felt secure and safe in his arms and did not want to think about the dangers of tomorrow.

  Scott’s hand moved down her side to her hip and over its roundness to cup her buttocks. Back up it came to her neck, going behind her head to pull it up to meet his mouth. The passion fulfilled had now arisen again. He could never have enough of her. Her lips, moist, met his own with equal fervor. No hard demanding passion but a gentle searching of lips on lips. They investigated each other’s mouths at leisure until a fire gradually started to envelope them both.

  Danielle rolled them both over so she could be the aggressor. She would show him how well he had taught her the book of love. Her mouth moved down his cheek, the stubble of his whiskers tickling her lips. Farther down she traveled. His chest, her favorite haven, lay bare beneath her travels and she snuggled against the fine hairs beneath his nipples. She followed it down over his stomach to that center of his being, which stood in her path. He was hardened with desire once more and when her tongue licked its side, he groaned aloud and gripped her shoulders.

  "Oh, my gypsy. You don’t know what you do to me!" His voice was husky, barely audible, but she heard him and filled with pride that she could control him in this manner.

  Her tongue teased around his manhood until finally opening her mouth and enclosing him deep within. His body surged with passion and she stopped all movement. Then when he had settled back taking in large gasps of breath she would began again, until she did not think he could stand more. He groaned deep in his throat. She released him and crawled upon his muscular frame to sit around his middle. She bent and enclosed his mouth with hers, forcing her tongue into its entrance.

  Scott reached down and moved his hand between the fine hairs between her legs to her throbbing womanhood. She arched against the motion of his fingers. When finally she could not withhold herself any longer she lifted while he placed himself deep inside of her. She sat still for just a second feeling his pulsating member buried within her body. She wanted to delay this last moment before ecstasy took over, to let it build in intensity. But her hips started moving of their own free will, with actions as old as time, to bring them both to the summit. Scott finally took dominance grabbing her hips with both hands to set the pace of his entry in ever increasing thrusts. Danielle threw her head back and closed her eyes as eruptions burst forth in both of them. Her orgasm was immense as she shuddered again and again, now laying flat on top of him, his arms crushing her to his frame. Their bodies were wet with sweat and the labored breathing of the two was the only sound inside the cabin.

  Danielle finally crawled off him to lie close to his side. His arms never released her to move too far away and she threw her leg over his thighs and stayed close in his embrace. Her eyes closed and satisfaction took its toll and put her gently to sleep.

  A lone sentry stood guard outside their door, a frown creasing his weather-lined face. Ricardo paced the width of the ship deep in thought about the rapid change of circumstances. Danielle’s first mate had not liked the proceedings at all, that was certain. He’d made his unhappiness known in the way he’d handled the crew after Danielle’s disappearance with Scott. He had taken his anger out on their hapless heads.

  Each ship’s crew had kept pretty much to itself since then. Danielle’s crew went back to her ship. But Ricardo couldn’t help but feel the tension and so here he was, pacing the night away outside Scott’s cabin door, guarding against trouble should it arise.

  ~ * ~

  Dawn was slowly slipping over the horizon when Scott kissed her awake. She opened her eyes to look at the man she loved with all her being.

  "I fear that time will not stand still even for us, my love," he whispered.

  She then noticed how light it was and knew she must make haste. She sat up in bed, unconcerned that the blankets had fallen away from her, leaving her bare from the waist up. "Oh, the Huguenots! They are probably frightened to death. I completely forgot about them." She glanced at the man beside her, his eyes feasting on her breasts before him. "Sir Rogue, you are surely satiated!" she giggled at the look on his face. Quickly she climbed over him and stood on her feet beside the bed. An audible groan escaped her lips. Every muscle screamed their abuse as she slowly walked across the planked floor.

  Scott laughed. "Did I make you sore, my love?"

  "Up with you, my pirate. I would like you to see me to my ship." She searched around the floor of the cabin for her clothing. Scott watched her every movement. As she bent over and reached for her shirt she groaned again, rising with deliberate slowness to a standing position.

  "I’m sorry my loving hurt you so."

  Danielle’s eyes flashed to the bunk. Scott was leaning on his elbow, smiling broadly.

  "Oh, Scott, I ache all over." Danielle straightened and pulled the shirt over her head.

  Scott threw back the blankets and, unmindful of the chill air on his nakedness, walked across the floor and took her in his arms.

  "I think I used some muscles that have never been used before." Danielle leaned her head against his bare chest, collapsing into his supporting arms.

  Scott laughed above her head. "They’ve been used before, it’s just been too long. It’s all your fault you know."

  "Why is it my fault, you rogue?"

  "Had you not left me, it would not hurt. You would be in better condition."

  Danielle grimaced achingly as she shifted position. "I can hardly move without pain."

  "Does this mean I can’t coax you back into the bunk, sweet temptress? You look so fetching with your bare legs showing beneath that shirt. I am sore pressed to resist you." He growled huskily, a leering grin upon his face, his hands roaming suggestively on bare skin, his manly desire making itself known against her scantily clad body.

  He watched as her eyes widened in shocked recognition and kissed her gently before releasing her. Scott crossed the room and picked up her breeches where he had tossed them the previous night. He returned to her side holding them out to her.

  "Then put these on and quickly. Else you’ll find yourself once more tossed on your back and at the mercy of this sex-starved pirate."

  Danielle grabbed her pants and turned her back to him while she put them on. "Really Scott, you’re ridiculo
us," she giggled at the picture his threat brought to mind. "No man could want more so soon. And furthermore," she paused to tuck in her shirttail before turning around and continuing to taunt him. "You cannot seriously expect me to believe you’ve lived the life of a monk since last we met. I can just see you surrounded by all those tavern wenches with their bold looks and hands too, I’ll wager." She bent to pick up her scarlet sash and was suddenly swept off her feet.

  Two strong arms cradled her effortlessly against a still bare chest.

  "Oh," she gasped, startled by his surprise attack. "Put me down you silly fool." She laughed up into smoldering grey-green eyes.

  "You are the only one I want, Danielle. You’re the one I’ve hungered for, searched for… You’re the one who haunts my dreams. Since I first met you there’s been no one else. I’m obsessed with the sound of your laughter, the sight of your soft, sensuous curves. No other can compare, no other holds the slightest curiosity. You are the only woman I’ll ever want."

  Danielle, spellbound by the ferocious sincerity of his words, put a hand on the side of his cheek. "I find it’s the same with me, my pirate."

  He grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, his eyes never leaving hers.

  She stepped back to continue tying her sash and preparing herself to take her leave. By the time she was herself again, Scott had gotten dressed.

  Scott stood waiting for her at the door. Danielle glanced at the black sheath holding her Romany dagger stuck into the belt at his waist. She touched it with her fingers, and raised her eyes to his. "My dagger," she smiled.

  "No, my dagger." Scott noticed his red sash tied tightly around her waist. He had wondered where it had disappeared. He smiled. He liked the idea of it wrapping around her slender waist. He reached out and touched the red silk at her waist. "My sash."

  "No, my sash."

  They both smiled at each other knowing that part of each was with the other, small though the articles were.

  Before he opened the door for them to go on deck he pulled her once more into his arms. There was no passion in the kiss, just a showing of love between the two. "I would not embarrass you more, in front of your men." He chuckled down at her, his eyes filled with mischief.