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needed some time to himself. And…I’m with you too.”
    “I know that,” Kelly chuckled. “It’s just stranger in practice than it was in theory. I’m adjusting.”
    “Me too,” Cressida said softly, and then she reached forward and hooked her fingers onto his sword belt, pulling him close.
    He went with a sigh, but it was a happy one. His hands drifted down, coasting over her thighs in his borrowed trousers, and then up to her hips as she leaned back against the wall, and he pressed himself against her, bowing his head til his nose brushed her cheek.
    “Right here in the corridor?” he asked softly, smiling into her skin.
    “The boys are up top,” she said, hushed, breath coming a little quick already. “How long will they be drinking?”
    Kelly’s smile sharpened. “Awhile yet.”
    The rock of the sea beneath the ship brought them more against each other, and then eased them apart again, and Kelly felt Cressida’s hands leave his belt and instead get to work between them, unbuckling the belt altogether, and her own, until their swords hit the floor, clanking and clamoring. He kissed her cheek, her lips, her jaw, then lower, her throat, the mark, the curve of her shoulder, tasting the sea air on her skin as she kicked off her boots and shoved down her trousers.
    He was hard before she’d even really touched him, desire couched in his heart and body, waiting for release ever since he’d felt her and Reza that morning. This was the delicate give-and-take of sharing the mark. Patience. Desire without jealousy. Unfulfilled passion without wrath. She tugged the laces of his trousers open and slipped a hand down to grasp him, and his hips jerked. He struggled not to thrust right into her hand, instead nipping at her ear as she laughed and stroked him. He got his hands beneath her shirt, cupping her breasts, and her laughter turned into a soft, pleasured moan as he brought his thumbs to her nipples, squeezing gently. The rhythmic side to side of the ship only fed their momentum, and as her flesh puckered and rose beneath his hands, his cock started to ache for her under her ministrations. He got one hand between her thighs and just the brush of his fingertips over her sex sent her to trembling. When his fingers came away damp, he knew there would be no more delay.
    “Now, Kelly,” she gasped, leaning up to get an arm about his neck. He boosted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall, one hand still holding the length of him so she could guide him to her entrance.
    He flattened a hand against the wall beside her, catching her mouth in a deep, heated kiss as he thrust himself inside her. It was too hasty, perhaps, and something desperate in it, but he loved her and wanted her too much to slow himself. Once he had her pinned to the wall, he let go of the near painful longing he’d been carrying in his loins since that morning, and pounded into her. She held on to him, her hair spilling back against the wall, and gripped at his shirt as he plunged deep inside her again and again, his pace steady and unrelenting. The slide of her wet sex around his cock drove him nearly mad with lust, and as it had been in the jungle between them, so it was now. No games or teasing at all, just an animal need that had to be sated. But one that came hand in hand with incredible love. He was never going to need or desire another woman, ever again. But in that moment, he had to have her, and he had to fuck her silly.
    The gasps and cries and delicious little mewling noises she was making between him and the wall, however, indicated to Kelly that she did not mind at all about the ferocity of this tryst. On the contrary, she grabbed a handful of his hair and braced her back against the wall, shoving her hips to his to bring him even deeper inside her. He groaned, slamming her more roughly back, but that only inspired her to do it again. And again. He gripped her thighs, gasping against her