"This is for a lifetime," he murmured, looking out to the black wave swept sea. Orelan was everything, and all he could ever dream of wanting. Yet, they had been through so much. Their emotions, her emotions, must remain so delicate. He did not want to muddle it, so he made himself stop and think. They would survive. They would come through as one no matter what had happened.
Perhaps, he should... "Court her," he murmured. It was silly and improbable after everything they had been through. "It could work," he uttered, turning his gaze up to the moon. It was after all, and had been for years, his deepest wish.
"Do you intend to stand there barefooted, like the love-besotted fool that you obviously are? Or go to her, old man."
Wyndham turned toward Radford's snide aristocratic tone with a slight smile lifting his firm lips. "You were voted the emissary then?" Wyndham asked dryly.
"Of course," Radford replied, hitching his lean hip against the railing, as he continued, "Brynmore and Saxonhurst could never attempt my finesse."
Wyndham nearly laughed and he realized how good it was to finally be once again with Radford's noble cockiness, Brynmore's roguish cheekiness, and Saxon's abiding loyalty. His gaze caught Saxon and Brynmore rounding the mast as they each speculatively eyed him. He merely nodded and they both came forward.
"What happened?" Wyndham asked, once they were all gathered at the railing. He knew Alexei's arrest was certainly not mere providence. He also thought he had an inkling of who to thank for his, in the nick of the time, rescue. Radford smugly gazed at him with his dark head tilted to one side. Brynmore winked imprudently and Saxon actually blushed. "Not you three then," Wyndham muttered in amazement. "Surely, Drummond or Ravenscar?"
All three of them shook their heads gazing at him, until he had to believe none of the Archangels crafted Alexei's opportune arrest. Then Radford quipped. "Oh by the aside, Wyndham, the Captain of this ship marries . . ."
Wyndham dropped his head and suddenly his three friends and companions were there beside him, all in motion for a combined male hugging and back patting. "Thank you," Wyndham whispered. He knew well that the three of them understood his feelings. Never again would he reject any help offered, nor would he allow any of them to refuse his help. Together they were the Archangels and apart they were obscurity.
Chapter Sixteen
Without turning around, Orelan dismissed the maid with a grateful murmur. She could nearly pretend to be normal again, she thought, smoothing down the white gossamer fiber of the vaporous nightgown she wore. She was standing at the portal looking out to the midnight sea, such a deep purply black color that it reminded her of Wyndham's eyes. She knew Wyndham was safe, she'd been told. What she did not know, was what price he might have paid in those last fateful hours with Alexei. Perhaps, that was why he did not come to her, she thought with remorse? Maybe they were both branded now beyond repair?
"When I gaze upon you, Orelan, all that I see are the golden lights of love. All that I feel is passion and longing so deeply coiled into my soul that it brings me to my knees in reverence." Orelan gasped at Wyndham's deep tenor voice behind her, while his words took hopeful flight in her heart. "From this moment forward all that I will ever ask, of God or of man, is that I may love you."
Orelan turned with a soft urgent cry upon her lips. "Wyndham." She saw him kneeling on the polished wooden flooring, gazing up at her, and her bare feet took flight with her night gown billowing around her like a white cloud. She met him on her knees as her fingers found the chiseled lines of his face. "I love you," she gasped.
Wyndham's fingers clasped the sides of her face as his thumb traced her parted lips and his irises shone like sapphire embers. They gazed at each other with impassioned questions and love, as though they were seeing each other fully for the first time in their lives.
"Baby love," Wyndham whispered with his voice husky and filled with tremendous emotion as his forehead dropped and their temples kissed once, then laying still against each other. Their breathlessness mingled together warm and sweet.
Orelan sighed, a deep longing sound of love and joy, while her fingers touched Wyndham's silky hair, the sides of his face, down his strong neck and his very powerful shoulders. She quested with an exploration of touch, feeling through her fingertips the sureness of his strength and wholeness.
"Did they . . ." Wyndham's voice caught on a deep bass tone.
"No, Wyndham," she whispered urgently. "I was not touched, my golden puma."
The sound that erupted from Wyndham's chest was a fierce growling of sharp relief as he grasped her into his strong and forceful embrace, cradling her yielding body against his steely frame. His masculinity surrounded her, enveloping her in warmth, safety, passion, and love, and she cried out at the power and surety of it. She quivered against him as he soothed her with slow caressing hands and the sheer force of his presence.
"Did, Alexei . . ." she panted, trembling. "My golden puma, did you?" she gasped.
"No," Wyndham expelled as fiercely, coming on the tips of her cry of relief as she buried her face into his chest. Her tears dampened his shirt as he rocked her in his embrace and she clutched him back. The relief was an acute pain in her chest, making her tears turn into sobs.
"I would have, gladly, to save you," Wyndham uttered, tilting her face up to his, to then peck kisses on her trembling lips. "As you would have for me, my love, my life," he finished, as he tasted her small sobs and tears again with his lips.
"Yes," she gasped on a retreating sob against his lips. "My love, my life." The impassioned sound Wyndham made at her love-filled endearment inflamed her senses, and crumbled her sobs into heated whimpers.
"Christ, Orelan," he growled hoarsely as he seized the sides of her face, lifting her lips to his. Their mouths crashed together with their lips moving madly over each other's. She pressed her body to his, ardently soaking up his strength and passion. She could feel the evidence of his love and need. She could feel the thick ridge of his power and masculinity, pressing firmly into her belly. She squirmed against it, acknowledging the male potency with her own needy and yielding softness. The knobbed head, the thickly heated shaft, burned its outline into her flesh as their lips torridly groped each other.
Wyndham's hand, with his fingers splayed, clasped the back of her head, anchoring it as his tongue thrust deep into her mouth, while his other hand with fingers spread, clasped her bottom, lifting her body up to his body.
"Mm, mm," she cried around his tongue, sucking on it strongly and deeply, as her arms wound around his neck. His fingers squeezed over the wiggling plumpness of her buttocks, making her gasp, as his tongue coupled her mouth with thick heated thrusts. The thinness of her night gown was no barrier to his fingers spread over her buttocks, with one finger pressing intimately into the crease. Its arousing presence was fingering her with passionate promise that wet her sex, which was riding over the impression of his timbered cock.
"God," Wyndham exclaimed sharply, then lifting her and himself in one impossibly strong motion of his tall body. Her legs instantly wrapped around his lean hips for support as he stood upright. She straddled him as he held her aloft with his strength and their lips greedily clung together, begging each other for more.
"Oh, Wyndham, oh," she whimpered, feeling the lips of her splayed loins rubbing against the wide base of Wyndham's pene. It felt so good that she slid the drenched recesses of her swollen sex up and down over the stiff root, using Wyndham's wide shoulders as balance.
He groaned a heated erotic sound. Then he used his hands, gripping the globes of her buttocks to help the motion. Lifting and lowering her, rubbing her aroused inner lips over the broad rigid mass. Tearing his lips away from her lips, he uttered a male growling. "Your pussy is so hot and wet, spitfire. Rub it on my cock, baby love, get me wet."
"Wyndham," she gasped as they ground their loins together. One stout, one splayed, mingling and becoming slippery against the cloth that separated them. The words Wyndham used inflamed her more, a
s she cried, "My pussy aches, my puma! My pussy aches for your big pene."
"Christ, Orelan," Wyndham rasped hoarsely. "Say it again, baby love. Say it again," he demanded.
Orelan feverishly rubbed her sex against Wyndham, as she whimpered. "My Wyndham, my pussy aches so for your big pene, mio amore."
"Yes," Wyndham hissed, and then his body was in motion, walking with a limp toward the bed as he sought out Orelan's lips for another wet and hot kiss. He was so engrossed in his fiery and sexy woman, the only way he knew that he'd reached his goal was by his knees bumping into the bed's frame. She was fire and love . . . and she was his.
He took her quickly down to the bed, laying her on her back, while her legs around his waist propelled him down with her. His injured knee, rebelled with a spasm, as he tried to kneel on it. His hot lusty mind ignored it and he knelt just on his one good knee as he rose upward and reached forward to grip the collar of Orelan's gauzy nightgown. A portion of his mind cautioned slowness. But his lust was master as he rent the flimsy material down the front.
Orelan gasped. Her legs falling away from his hips as her hands hastily lowered to clutch one edge of the torn nightgown over her mon's. Her golden eyes were molten with passion, yet surprised and anxious as her perfect breasts heaved with turgid pink nipples pointing at him. He growled with an, "I am going to fuck you sound," then he reached forward with the intention of brushing her hands away from his prize.
"No, Wyndham, please no," she whimpered, just as his hand reached her hands covering his goal. He had her legs splayed between his knees and she was stripped nude with only a scant piece of cloth clutched between her thighs, as he knelt, while towering over her. Dripping wet thighs. Hot cunt lips, swollen and wet just for him. Nothing on this earth could have stopped him, except for Orelan's impassioned plea.
"I beg you," she whimpered with golden tears forming in her wide eyes. "Please," she gasped.
A tenor groan hissed from his throat, as his body shook, becoming so tense, he thought it possible he might break. His head dropped in supplication between Orelan's plump breasts, for one agonizing moment. Then, he pushed away strongly with his arms and fell onto his back on the bed with his chest heaving. Christ, he had fucked it up again. Even with all his good intentions, he thought. He tried to think. So difficult, knifing through his rampant lust. His chest rose and fell. Sweat glistened there, beneath his shirt and pants. Jesus, at least he was still dressed.
"Wyndham?" Orelan whispered.
Wyndham took a deep and steadying breath. "Yes, baby love?" It was a cautious question and answer as he stared at the wooden beams on the ceiling in the Captain's cabin.
"The tattoo," she gasped, with nearly a whimper.
Jesus. He grimaced with his gut clenching like steel. What did a man do in a situation like this one? He rolled over and reached for Orelan, bringing her resisting body into his embrace. "Please, Orelan, let me hold you," he murmured. Thankful moments later when he felt her body relaxing a bit even though she continued to tremble.
"Orelan, I love you," he murmured into her hair as he held her close and warm against his body.
"Oh, Wyndham," she mumbled into his chest, where her lips touched his skin, between the opening edges of his shirt.
He valiantly ignored that and her soft warm nakedness resting so tantalizingly against him. This was for a life time. How could he explain to her that he would not be dissuaded in the least by a tattoo of any kind placed on her tender, moist, and spectacularly beckoning cove? A place he humbly called his own and intended to covet religiously. Just thinking of it, sent a spectacular throbbing into the base of his cock. Which he once again strove to ignore.
"Do you trust me, Orelan?" he asked with his voice deep in huskiness.
"Yes," she murmured instantly and without any sound of reservation.
"With your life?" he asked in a whisper.
She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. "Yes . . . always," she whispered.
He smiled. It was a true honest smile. Orelan's eyes widened as she gazed at his arching lips, then she looked up into his eyes again. There was a hint of wonder and dawning pleasure in her eyes, as she murmured, "My Wyndham, you never smile."
"Your Wyndham is in love, Orelan." He grinned now. "Your Wyndham is in love with a fiery woman, who has set his heart on fire. And who . . . asked him to marry her."
"Wyndham!" A tentative smile broke across Orelan's lips.
"And I have accepted, my fiery woman. My wonderful beautiful, spitfire," he said, teasing. "This very night in fact," he finished with an arched eyebrow.
"This very night?" she exclaimed.
"The Captain of the ship will marry us this very night, Orelan. Because I am allowing no chance for you to get away from me ever again. I have found that I am very possessive where you are concerned." And then, he added on a deep murmur, "My baby love."
"Oh, Wyndham," Orelan exclaimed, just as their lips met in an intimate kiss.
Long moments later, he raised his mouth from her well-kissed mouth. "And now we will consummate the marriage," he murmured, gazing into her passionate eyes. "To hell with tradition," he added with a grin.
"To hell with the traditions," Orelan quipped, smiling at him.
Wyndham adjusted his position, allowing his hands to cup Orelan's face. "I have one serious question first," he said, brushing her chin with his thumb.
"Yes?"
"Do you want to know what the tattoo says, my love? Because I could not care one wit."
Orelan slowly licked her plush lips, gazing at him, as he watched the decision being weighed in her mind, then she whispered, "Yes, I want to know."
"As you wish, my lady, my love," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her softly. When he was certain his lips had told her how much he loved her, he lifted his head and whispered, "Lay back, Orelan."
"Si, Wyndham"
Wyndham smiled. Orelan always reverted to a bit of Spanish whenever she was nervous, angry, or excited, as in passion. The nuance clung to him warmly.
"Will you be honest?" she asked nervously.
"Always, baby love," he murmured as he separated her trembling thighs, then he looked downward. He kept a hand on her warm satin belly, stroking it gently, as she jerked her hands and the piece of cloth away. The scents of her earlier arousal lifted to his nostrils, like a musky piquant dream. He looked closely on the left side of her coral pink and perfect labium's lip. The lingering dewiness there glistened over the tattoo.
"Wyndham?" she asked anxiously.
He lifted his head, gazing deep into her eyes as she lifted her head looking down on him. "It says, Orelan, the words, I love you." Her eyes widened as she gazed at him. "And that is all it says," he finished on a murmur.
"Wyndham!" she exclaimed, and not at all unpleased.
"I—" Wyndham began, "Will consider this Alexei's wedding gift to us."
"Oh, si," Orelan replied, smiling with him.
"And now," he murmured, tugging off his shirt and pants. "For the consummation, hmm?"
Orelan giggled. "Si, Wyndham, we will consummate together."
"At least," he answered, waggling his eyebrows at her, and making her giggle again. "I have one question," he said, as he bent down again, and slowly crawled up her body. "How does a widow continue to remain a virgin?"
Orelan laughed, reaching for him. "It is a very mysterious story, my golden puma. Perhaps, I might not be a widow at all."
"Ah," Wyndham replied. "Using it to keep the swine away?"
"All but one, my handsome puma," she said chuckling.
"That, baby love, is the only way I would have it," he said with the tip of his cock, nudging her wet and welcoming opening.
"Oh, si," Orelan gasped, clutching his shoulders as her hips rose to meet his.
The way was tight. Not an easy conquest. Just as he would have it, as he nudged and retreated and nudged a little deeper again. But the haven was dribbling and hot, clutching at the head of his cock exuberantly and
making him groan as Orelan gasped. He pressed harder, demanding surrender, slipping deeper. Then, he felt the fiery circle of Orelan's feminine flesh enclosed around the column of his throbbing dick. The inner walls were slippery and gripping. Tight then lax, tighter, then lax again. The heat sizzled along his cock and saturated him to the core.
"Christ," he groaned hoarsely as Orelan passionately panted beneath him. It seemed that raised and tilted as he was, only on one knee, produced a riveting angle for both of them, and it also showed him that he could, if he wished, fuck his woman in any way he could imagine. Leaning on one hand he clasped Orelan by the small of her back, and thrust into her, seating himself with a groan, to the hilt of his thickening cock.
"Oh hhh hh," Orelan cried, arching beneath him.
He instantly felt the inner walls of her vagina clench around the full length of his dick, making him tense in pleasure. But he held still, deeply embedded, and raised his head, whispering hoarsely, "Do it again, baby love. Grip my big cock inside you."
Orelan's red lips parted on a gasp as she looked at him with burning passion in her eyes. The intimacy of what they both felt, being joined, feeling each other, was written there, as she tightened her inner muscles stroking him deep. "Oh," she squealed and the pleasure flashed across her lovely features, as he belly-groaned his immense approval.
"I am going to make you come like this," he vowed in a deep tenor voice as he twitched his thick cock strongly inside her, making her squeal excitedly. He never thrust. He never left his deep haven, as he murmured, "Grip my cock, baby love. Try to push me out."
"Wyndham," she cried out, as she followed his command, squeezing, then releasing, in ever faster tremors around his impaled cock.
"Ah, Christ, baby," he groaned harshly as he too twitched his broad stiff root up inside of her, while they gazed at each other, seeing each motion reflected in the other's eyes. The pleasure was intense and expanding, rippling . . . overpowering. Suddenly, Orelan cried out, arching up against his stiffly inserted cock as her exploding climax convulsed over his dick, and he bellowed. "God!" His cock drew inward, and then burst forth with raw pleasure so deep it burned his guts, as his seed ejaculated. "Ah," he grunted, beneath the powerful rapture, shuddering through his body.
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