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    Kissing on my breasts and grabbing onto my thighs, he moaned against my chest. “I’m going to stay right here for the next three days.”
    “I wouldn’t complain.” I sighed with what little breath I had left. “You can just keep doing this forever.”
    “And what about this?” He twisted me onto my side. With his hand in my hair and my face on the pillow, I screamed into the fluffy feathers as he melted me into the bedding. Would I ever be able to resist him at sea? No. Knowing he had the power to do this to me, I would always revere his sorcery. I would always crave his touch.
    Pulling me ever closer, he lifted my leg up on his shoulder. “Have I told you how much I love this view?”
    Oh, my God, I loved it too. This was freedom at its finest. The man who all the wenches desired was here with me, lighting my fire. Burning, and twirling, and raging with a devilish heat until the passion conspiring between us erupted inside me.
    Oh, no, no, I could never get enough of him. As his sweat-covered body collapsed on top of mine, I held him tight and ran my hands through his hair.
    “I love you, Hannah. My little bird of paradise,” he whispered in my ear.
    What a sweet pleasure it was to see this side of the man whom everyone else feared. “I love you, too, Mason. And I love being your one and only.”
    “I like it, too.” He kissed my forehead. “And I like being the secret keeper of the Ocean Eyed Witch. It’s a bit thrilling.”
    Slapping his arm, I cooed, “Oh, stop it. I might not be able to cast a spell, but I can throw a punch.”
    “A mean one at that.” He bit at my neck.
    Thinking of how hard it would be to resist his affection for months on end, I got on top of him and hummed. “Again.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 2
    Midnight Breeze
     

     
    C andleligh t reflected on the dull sheen of his blade as he took a wide swing at my side. Resisting the urge to let out a girlish yelp, I focused my strength, balanced my footing, and parried the blow in the nick of time. Short of breath, and covered in sweat, I took a step back and offered a swing of my own. Just as he did every time, he dodged it. Spinning out of the way like a fanciful dancer, the shirtless ox of a man laughed, “You’ll never get me, woman. But you’re good enough to take a lesser man. And most of them are.”
    “Oh, you cocky bastard.” I wiped the sweat from my brow. “Big and bulky as you are, I can’t believe you can move so swift and gracefully.” I slid my cutlass into its scabbard, happy to call it my own.
    “I’m just showing off.” Mason flexed his arms then set his cutlass on the table. “There isn’t much room for grace in a real sword fight, though. It’s brutal as hell. Most of what I’ve learned is from experience, but all the fencing techniques I’ve been taught have come in handy as well.”
    “You studied fencing?”
    He laughed. “Something like that.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Oh, uh,” he scratched his head. “I did some work for a blacksmith once, and uh, she taught me some things at her shop.”
    “She? A lady blacksmith?” I squinted with my hands on my hips, annoyed by the visuals my mind conjured up. “Oh, I bet you learned more than just fencing with a sword.”
    His laughter said it all. “Don’t worry about it, Hannah. All that matters is this: the more you learn, the better, in all subjects,” he winked, “but nothing beats life experience. Now, let’s get going.” He put his shirt on.
    Since I was already dressed in my masculine attire, I leaned against the table and peeled an orange as I watched him dress. He hadn’t worn more than a light pair of breeches since our hideaway began, and though he also looked amazing in his expensive clothing, I was going to miss the sight—and especially the feel—of his bare body.
    While he rambled on about things on his mind, I reminisced about our time at the inn. We had spent the last three days here tangled