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In the swirl of passion	By : Lywhn Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 35043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 - A taste of another world

The old ruin looked threaten and obscure, as Wendy stood at one of its iron-barked doors. The stones were almost black from age and partly grown-over with moss; the windows seemed to be empty eyes, watching the young girl emotionless beneath them. The sea rolled in heavy, rustling waves in the catacombs and broke at the fundament of the castle. Wind howled through the battlement and the broken-down walls at the eastside.
Shivering Wendy wrapped her arms around her, while Hook unlocked one separate entrance with a key, which he had pulled out of his coat that still warmed the girl. The grating swung open with a creak and the pirate-captain made an inviting gesture.
“After you, my beauty!”
Wendy only glared at him and take a final look to the skies, hoped above every hope to see a small figure clad in leafes coming to her rescue. But the sky was empty, excepting some clouds, bathed in the blood-red shine of the last sunrays.
“He will not come, Wendy. Not this time!” Hooks voice sounded calm, almost comforting and because of this earnestness Wendy realized the truth behind his words.
The pirate-captain watched the girl at his side, the target of all his desire – and this not only since yesterday. He hadn’t really lied as he told her four years ago, that she was his new obsession. Against his will she had been it (a little bit) and her statement, that she would rather die than staying with him had infuriated him, had made his decision to use her for Pan’s fall-down easier. But now she was back and what even was better: he hadn’t to wait until she grew up, as he would have if she had taken his offer. She wasn’t a child anymore! She was a worthy challenger, who dared to fight him and he couldn’t remember when he had been confronted with such a bravely one at last. And besides this she was a temptation, a beauty more shining than every other woman he had met. She was very young, her body not fully finished with its building of a woman’s curves, but besides her pretty face, her clear eyes and her crimson lips she had the spirit of a lioness and the grace of a lady. That alone made him half crazy for her. That she had once – no, twice! – tricked him and that she tried to finish him off only deepened his hunger for her. And here he was, only steps away from the fulfilment of his desires, which weren’t that new, as he shameful had to confess.
Wendy felt his gaze on her, thought she could sense his passion in her own flesh. If she crossed this threshold laying before her, then it would be a double step – not only into the heart of the scaring castle but also into her last minutes as an innocent girl. Behind this threshold the ghost of the woman she would be after the coming night waited for her, lurking in the shadows, seemed to be knocked her. She looked one more time back, the normally beautiful island was dark and almost strange, then she took one last deep breath and crossed the frontier between the land of eternal childhood and the walls of an unknown future.
Hook followed her and locked the door behind them. He went to a niche, bent down and some seconds later a lantern sent its beams through the darkness. He picked it up with his hook and stretched his hand toward Wendy, meeting her nervous gaze.
“You don’t have to be afraid. No harm will come to you here.”
Again is tone was easeful and slowly she took his hand, put her cold slender fingers in his warm ones.
He led her through the great entrance hall and then bright stairs up. The dim light of the lamp flickered over walls built up in coarse stones. Statues had been hew out of the dooms, demons with grimaces, little devils and other creatures, which seemed to come directly out of nightmares. It was draughty and cool, but the air was fresh, resulting from the missing glasses in the windows.
Instinctively Wendy hustled more nearly to Hook, his presence almost a relief. He sensed her discomfort and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, a protective gesture that calmed her down just a little bit more.
“How could anybody live here?” she asked in a small voice.
A real smile rushed over his features, coming out of amusement and a petty understanding. “Just wait and see, my dear. Nothing in the world is as you see it at first.”
She looked up to his ever so blue eyes, seeing the assurance that every thing will going to be all right and a small part of her dared to believe him.
They walked a long hallway along and Hook opened a heavy wooden door at its end. With loud beating heart Wendy followed him. He locked the door behind them and went deeper in the room with a “Wait here!”
The dusky light let his body be not more than a silhouette as he stepped to a high chimney, bent down and tampered with the wood and paper. Moments later a warm fire started, send his golden light through the great room. Hook stood up, took the candle out of the lamp and began to kindle several candelabras.
With widened eyes Wendy watched what the withdrawn shadows uncover. The room was great and at one side several windows with glasses and curtains gave the look free to the sea. A heavy table with high back-rested chairs were in the middle of the room, decorated with a brocaded table clothes and a silver smaller candelabra. Thick oriental carpets laid on the floor and some Gobelins hang at the walls. The doomed ceiling was painted in a light red-brown colour, matching the darker curtains, the carpets and the natural colour of the walls. A huge trunk stood under two of the windows and at one wall the girl saw a heavy cupboard, adorned with wooden flourishes and the low legs were in the form of paws.
Wendy felt as she had been transposing to a complete other place. THIS was also a part of the Black Castle?
“You look a little bit surprised, Wendy.” Hook had closed the thick curtains, picked up a gleaming branch out of the chimney and went to an adjacent room. She heard him rustle there, but paid no further attention to it. She was too deflected by her surroundings.
“It’s... it’s beautiful”, she said finally as she found her voice again.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he returned. “Did you really think I would live in a tomb?”
She blushed and didn’t know what to answer. Instead she asked: “So you are really living here?”
“The most time on the Jolly Roger. I love the waving of the sea and the freedom you only can find on a ship. But sometime...” He shrugged and Wendy nodded.
“Sometimes even you need solid ground beneath your feet.”
“Aye! And I must say I prefer a comfortable, safe room instead of a hut.”
At this Wendy must smile. “A comfortable room? This is a place worthy for Earls and Lords, even for a king.”
“Some used to call me a pirate-king. So it indeed fits!”
She saw the smirk on his face and recognized that this man had indeed some sort of humour, she never had supposed. “His majesty,” she mocked lightly and blushed several shades of red as she caught his gaze.
“I dare to believe that this was the first sign of respect you showed me.” He lifted one brow and closed the distance between them. “Or should I be wrong?”
It was a kind of challenge, which Wendy took without a thought. “You would earn my respect if you would set me free without robbing my honour!” Her face turned crimson red and she looked shy away, didn’t want to meet his gaze again.
He touched her face, cupping it softly. “This I will not do and you know it!” He took her hand. “Come!”
“You promised!” she bursted out. “You promised not to force yourself upon me!”
“And I will keep my word,” he answered firmly. “We both know that I don’t have to force you.” He stroke ever so gentle over her trembling lips. “We both know that you are hungry for something you have started to taste; something the boy could never give you.” He bent down to kiss her, but Wendy reacted with the tempo of new striking panic. She shoved him back as hard as she could, turned and ran to the door.
She didn’t make it. He caught her a step away from the door, gripping her upper arm and swung her around.
With a cry of despair she balled her free fist and tried to hit him, but he pushed her with her back to the door, holding her there with his body, one arm wrapping around her.
“I told you not daring to make another try to escape! I told you also never try to hit me again! I am not used to repeat myself!” Anger flickered in his eyes, but faded away once more as he felt her warm body against his. Their clothes were still damp and so the heat from their skin was sensed more intense, let both shiver, heighten the tension between them.
Wendy looked at him, recognized with relief that his features had softened and almost surrendered inwardly, knowing that her last chance of flight had passed away. But she wouldn’t make it too easy for him and besides that her pride and her bellicosity were too strong and weren’t ready to give in.
“You can’t expect that I am not try to defend my honour until the last possible second”, she whispered back, her gaze daring and blazing.
A wicked gleam came to his eyes. “Your honour, my dear, have already taken harm yesterday. Or do I really have to remind you how you squirmed beneath me?” He grazed her throat with his lips, let them travelling behind her ear. “How you held onto me, screaming your pleasure to the whole world?” He nipped at the sensitive spot, what let her intake a sharp breath. “How you returned my kisses?”
His voice was barely more than a whisper, deep and purring, and Wendy closed her eyes, saw herself and him on this broad bed aboard the Jolly Roger in her mind. She felt his hot breath at her neck, his teasing mouth woke up the butterflies once again, the warmth of his lean body tempting her to snuggle closer to him. She smelled the remainder of his after-shave and the almost familiar mixture of tobacco and him, so intense, so manly. For a moment her head fell into her neck, a part of her relishing in his soft attacks.
The fresh and also sweet scent of her let his pulse more quickening. The thick waves of her hair were like a curtain made out of silk, covering a part of his face, tickled and stroke him in once. The warm skin under his lips was so incredible soft, seemed to beg him to caress it. He couldn’t bear it any longer. He shoved his coat from her shoulders and took her in a tight embrace, held her slender form to his hungry body.
A bolt of sheer energy shot to his guts as his stone hard length came in touch with her, elicited a low moan from him. He let his good hand travel down her spine and cupped her butt, while he found her mouth, forced her lips gently open and conquered the hot, damp cavern once more. The painful suppressed longing of a very long night and an even longer day threatened to overwhelm him. His fingers started to explorer her soft curves through the cotton-silk material of her nightgown, which wasn’t really a protection any more; his hook laid flat against her small back, holding her in place, his seeking tongue teased hers, daring it to a duel more fiercely than swords could ever had done.
He felt her hands pushing at his shoulders, but not with all their might as before, her fingers even started to clung to him. A small sound escaped her, let his arousal burning up. His breath came in short gasps, the urge to feel all of her nearly blew his legendary control, the knowledge that his distressful desire would be fulfilled in several minutes almost drove him mad.
Wendy tried desperately to free herself, to escape the demanding touches and to ignore the heat that spread from her belly through her entire being. His warm, so much bigger hand massaged her butt, woke that special tickling between her legs anew, sent unwelcome flames under her skin.
She lifted her hands, pushed against his broad shoulders and felt her resolve melting away, as his tongue dared hers to the endless game which was almost familiar by now. She had to stop him; he would not be the one who would win this time! But every strength seemed to leave her. It was as if her body had his own will, betraying her in pressing itself to his lean form. She heard him groan and felt the heat that radiated from his middle section. Her mind knew exactly what it was and what it would do to her, but an until now secret part of her didn’t mind one bit. The dream-pictures of the last night rushed back to her inner eyes; the memories of her shivers whenever she thought of his touches were now all too real! A deep hunger woke in her womb, not so strange anymore. Her body reminded perfectly well the bliss and ecstasy from the last evening and as her captor grinded his lower half into hers the flames under her skin turned into a whole burn.
Weakly she held to him and realized that the throaty sigh had been hers. She felt the buttons of his waistcoat through the thin material of her gown, the gems of the weapon-sash and the racing beat of his heart, finding an echo in her own. This was crazy! The man she had feared the most in the world was giving her a pleasure she never thought possible.
Before she could think further he picked her up and looked deep into her eyes, finding his way blindly as he carried her through the room into another. Every step was painful; his breeches were far too tightening to call them comfortable.
His steel-blue eyes burnt into her soul – not as frightening as four years ago, while she had been bound to the mast, but with the same intenseness. She couldn’t see away, felt drawn to this eyes, which had haunted her even before she had met him the first time. She saw the passion in them, the sheer hunger for her and felt once more like a rabbit caught by a lion. One last time she snatched up her resolve and tried to wriggle free, but his strong arms held her close to him, his mouth pressed itself again on hers for a moment.
“Give in, Wendy”, he murmured, kissing her forehead. “You have fought bravely for your honour, but from now on it would be only a farce.” He set her down, let her soft body sliding down his own. “Let it happen, my sweet.” His lips nipped at hers, his hand and hook roamed over her back. “Let it happen.”
Wendy trembled. She knew that she should fight him, that she should try everything to escape; but her legs seemed to be made out of butter, her arms were too weak to strike him. He would steal her innocence and destroy her future. No respectable man would ever take her as his wife, if she wasn’t untouched anymore. And then her subconscious asked her fatal questions: Would she ever let anyone come so close to her like Hook now? Could she ever let somebody else touching her in this way the pirate-captain did? Would any other man be able to wake such overwhelming feelings in her? She didn’t know, didn’t want to think about it. Her mind simply didn’t work, as it should.
He released her for just a moment to open the blankets and Wendy realized that she was in a bedchamber. A fire burnt in the chimney as well, several candles sent their light through the cosy room, showing the heavy dark vanity, the wardrobe and the four-posted huge bed. The curtains at the windows had also been closed, preventing any light to be seen outside.
Hook let his gaze travel over the girl at his side, her form recognizable under the gown by courtesy of the warm fire’s shine behind her. Her big eyes widened even more as she caught his look, returning fear laid in the blue-grey pools. Her full and lightly swollen lips started to tremble and he could see the shivers attainting her body once again. As he reached out to draw her closer, she shied away from him, took several steps backward but didn’t dare to make another attempt to flee. He sighed. “Come here, Wendy!”
She shook her head, the returning threat on his face was nearly enough to let her obey. That and the forbidden longing to be in his arms again.
“Don’t try my patience any longer, girl”, he warned hoarsely.
“I… I can’t”, she stammered, her gaze moving restlessly between him in and the bed. “There will be no return and…”
With three long steps he was in front of her, monopolized her wildly. “There is no return for both of us, my beauty. We past this point in the very moment we stepped on this way. Don’t stall it anymore; don’t stall ME anymore!” He kissed her; this time not so gentle but with a cupidity that made her breathless. His moustache scratched her, let her skin burning, while his good hand interlocked with the hair in her neck, his thumb stroking her. Weak she tried to shove him away, but he caught her and held her fingers to his chest. She could feel his rapidly heartbeat and the feverish heat of his body.
Suddenly he forced her hand down between them. She felt the silk of his waistcoat and his shirt beneath her fingertips and then the velvet of his breeches. She made a slightly attempt to free herself, but his grip was too strong. He pressed her hand against his hard length, groaning by the contact.
“Feel, what you have done to me, Wendy”, he said in a husky voice, looking deep into her eyes. “What you are still doing! Do you realize in which state you have left me yesterday – how much you tortured me?”
A hot shiver running down her spine, her face blushed nearly blood red as she felt the almost pulsing bulge. And to her own horror there was an answering reaction in her womb. Heat rushed between her legs, sent a prickle over her whole skin and let her nipple harden. Shy she looked up to him, saw the burning need in his eyes and her mouth went dry. She had heard that it could be very painful for a man to be aroused without a chance for release. And a small part of her started to comprehend what he meant as he asked her, if she knew what she had done to him.
“I can’t and won’t wait any longer”, he whispered fiercely. It was a promise. He let go her hand and started to unbutton her nightgown, smiled for a mere moment as he recognized her sewing-work. She put her hand over his and opened her mouth to protest, but he closed it with his own for several seconds. “It’s either the civilian way or I’ll slice it open like yesterday. And it would be a shame after you sewed it so well.”
Only moments later the fabric slid down her shoulders and exposed her body to his gaze. Instinctively Wendy lifted her arms to cover her breast, her cheeks turned several shades of red, but he detained the gesture.
“No, my sweet little minx. There no need for this”, he whispered and took into the beauty standing before him. Her walnut-brown hair dodged around her cream-white shoulders and her little firm breast down to her slender waist. Her eyes had turned in a darker blue and she moistened her tempting lips with her tongue – a view, which let his blood boiling. He saw her shivering and realized for the first time that the temperature in the room wasn’t very high; the walls had cooled down since his last stay in the Black Castle. With a gentleness, that surprised even him, he pulled her in his arms, kissed her softly and picked her up.
The difference between the cool air and his warm body was incredible. Out of pure reflex she snuggled closer to him, felt his silky clothes at her suddenly very sensitive skin. Without her own notice she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and neck, returning his kiss hesitantly. All angels of heaven should succour her, but the feeling was again too good.
He laid her down on the pillowy mattress and then let the weapon sash falling to the floor. The thick carpet muffled the clatter of the sword. Careful he lowered himself beside her, starting to kiss down her throat to her breasts, closing his lips over the left one, explored with bolting fingers her soft body. She let out a deep sigh and as he began to suck at the hot little knot a loud moan escaped her lips. One slender hand touched his head, held him close to her, the other hand stroke sheepishly over his shoulder. Her heartbeat quickened as he massaged her thigh, her body shivered in the apprehension what would come.
Wendy was on fire. The moment she felt a part of his weight upon her and his mouth started to tease her sensible nipples she was lost. The last resolve had melted away, gave room for the burning feelings that threaten to overpower her. As he lifted his head to look at her she took his face in her hands and pulled him down to her, kissing him without another thought. She felt the groan in his throat more as she could hear it, his hand finding the other breast while he kissed her in return. His black curls were incredible soft, mingled with her own hair, his breath was warm on her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around him, didn’t recognized herself anymore as she arched against him, while his mouth once again started its travel down her body. But this time it didn’t stopped at her breast, but moved further down, over her flat belly, his hand stroking her side along, the blunt side of his hook mirroring the gesture. The cold metal didn’t fright her anymore. The opposite was the case. It excited her, let her blood flowing faster through her veins. What had been left of her mind knew what his attempt was; where his goal laid and the thought of what would come made her uneasy and turned her on as well.
But his mouth stopped only inches for the dark curls, which protected her womanhood. He could smell her arousal, the heavy scent of her very own nectar. It took all his control to sit up and let her wait. To see her disappointment on her flushed, angelic face made it worth. Her hands, which had clung to his silky sleeves, tried to hold him down; her gaze was a silent plea not to stop now.
Despite his own nearly unbearable desire to taste her fully, a triumphantly smirk appeared on his face. “Hush, my beauty. All in good time!”
She was angry with him; for let her feel this way, for destroying all her last resolves with his daring touches and his passionate kisses and not to give her now for what she longed.
He kneeled before her, his predatory gaze roamed over her, while he undid the buttons of his waistcoat and slipped out of it and off his shirt.
Wendy held her breath. Just as she had not dared to remember until now she saw his well trained body again, the muscular chest, the broad shoulders, the lean arms and the slim waist. A damp film on his tanned skin glistened in the golden light of the open fire and the candles, his chest moved fast by his raging breath.
She lifted one hand and touched his breastbone, let her fingers moving shyly over it. His skin was so smooth, the sporadically dark curls felt both firm and soft in once. She had never thought that the skin of man would be this way.
His breath got caught in his throat by her tender touch and he closed his eyes. He couldn’t really remember the last time the hand of a woman caress him in this shy way. He cupped her hand with his bigger one, lifted it to his mouth and kissed her shaking fingers. Their gazes found each other and she recognized, how nervous he suddenly was.
He took a deep breath and said quietly: “I have to show you something. There is no other way, because I don’t want you to get hurt.” And that was the truth. He didn’t want to injure her by this monstrous steel he had instead of a normal warm hand made out of flesh and blood. But the problem was that he had to expose himself in a way he hated. He was ashamed of the uneven stump and even the hard, arrogantly pirate in him could not protect him of the emotional pain every time someone backed away in disgust seeing the old injury.
He looked at Wendy’s face, as he started to open the harness, every movement was more difficult as the one before.
Her questioning gaze changed into comprehension, but she didn’t dare to offer him help or to show the slightest emotion on her features, sensing exactly his dislike and discomfort to bare his most hidden part of him. The leather belts gave away, the heavy wooden cuff fell down and left nothing more than an abruptly ending arm, uneven in the sliced bone and covered with red and lightly yellowed skin lappets, coming together in deep scars.
Wendy could only looked at the stump. She didn’t see its ugliness, but the cruel way in which the man had been crippled. Yes, it had been a fight between him and Peter, a fight to the death and the boy had been quicker. But for the first time Wendy realized how bad Hook really had been injured. She reached out and touched the stump with trembling fingers, shocked to her very core.
“Does it still hurt?” she asked silently, her gaze fixed on the crippled arm.
If Hook had anticipated every question and reaction, but never this. She had paled and her eyes had widened, but it wasn’t disgust and revulsion he saw on her face. Instead of this feared reaction – or pity, what was almost worse – he saw beginning understanding and as she asked him the question, if it still hurt, he was lost for words. It was the first time someone didn’t cringe at the sight; even Smee hadn’t managed to stay calm whenever he was confronted with the injury of his captain. Hook could only nodding and croaking a “Sometimes.”
Wendy sat up and took the arm in her hands, stroked over the almost thin and cool skin. The surfaces was rough and very dry – the result of missing care from both his body functions and himself. She could feel him tensing and looked back to his face, saw the mixture of alarm and pain in his eyes.
“How is it possible?” she wanted to know. “After all this long time?”
“The nerves had been cut through very fast and so some of them didn’t die”, he murmured, too shaken to control his voice. How could it be, that mighty, hard pirates backed away from this sight, but not a mere slip of a girl? The only thing she showed was soft compassion and that didn’t anger him – it warmed him, to be truthful.
Wendy stroke softly over the scars, a pressure built up behind her eyes. “I am sorry,” she whispered.
Hook looked away. “Don’t!” he said firm. “It will change nothing and...”
“I don’t pity you, if you think I mean this,” she interrupted him quietly. “I... I am sorry that I never thought really about it. I only knew that you had loose your hand during a fight with Peter and that you using your hook like a weapon, attached to your body – as if it is a part of yourself. I never thought about what has happened to you in truth, how much trouble you have with it and... and that you still have pain.”
Her voices sounded thick and to his amazement the pirate-captain saw unshed tears in her eyes. Her words ringed in his ears and their meaning shook him even more. Without a second thought he pulled her in his strong embrace, held her close to him, relished the feeling of her exposed skin at his. Her slender arms wrapped around him and her warm breath went over his chest. He had never hoped to meet someone who had no problems with his darkest secret. And this little beauty, which once chanted him almost to his death, attacked him not once but three times within 24 hours – even slapped him! – and tricked him twice, showed him a reaction he had never thought of. Relieve flew through his soul and his not so black heart and with this his desire returned – more fiercely than before.
He kissed her temple, her cheek, her closed eyes, enjoyed her hesitantly hands roaming over his back – a touch so tender and innocence it shook him. His breath quickened once again, the last frontier had been broken down. Slowly he pressed her back into the mattress, starting to caress every inch of her soft, warm body.
Wendy sighed and her lids fluttered down. An odd compound made out of calmness and ex-citement had overtaken her. She didn’t think of escaping anymore; her over-clouded mind had given in. This man had haunted her since she heard first time of him. She didn’t remember where or when, she only knew that since a special point of time he had stepped into her life – first in the life of her stories and later in her real life, here in Neverland. It seemed almost be all right that it would be him, who would take her over the threshold between child and woman.
His mouth seemed to be everywhere, the contrast between his soft, moist lips and his beard aroused her more and more, his curly mane a smooth caress on her hypersensitive skin. Every touch of his warm fingers, every kiss pulled her down more into a sea of heat. And then she felt his breath on the most sensitive spot of her body. For a moment she held her breath, thought that she would lose her mind if he would stop now and then her eyes flew open as his tongue dared out and touched her right there. A low scream erupted out of her throat, her heart beat in a dangerous tempo, as a wave of sheer sensation hit her. The feeling was incredible, overwhelming, let her wriggle and squirming in once. His mouth closed around her, his hot tongue licked the trembling, already wet flesh and Wendy thought she would fade away.
There it was again: This tickling and longing deep in her womb, the urge to reach something what seemed to be so far away. Instinctively she ditched both hands in his black curls, held him in place, wrapping her legs around his torso. But it wasn't enough, she longed for more. She felt the emptiness inside her very core, her inner muscles clamping around nothing. How was it possible, that emptiness could almost hurt?
The ceiling over her started to melt away, the reality skipped; her blood ran in hot streams through her, the tension in her whole being almost too much to bear. Her low moans echoed in the room as also her pleas not to stop now, not to let her down.
And suddenly, as she felt the pure ecstasy built, he let go of her and sat up. A sob escaped her, her hands tried to force him back. “Please!” she begged desperately. “Please, not yet!”
Hook breathed heavy, her taste lingered in his mouth and in his very senses, nearly drove him out of his mind. He took in her flushed, tear stricken face, her pleading eyes and her trembling form.
“Don’t be afraid, my beauty. I will not let you wait for a night and a day”, he hushed her huskily, removed his heavy boots and slipped the breeches over his waist, let them follow the boots. It was almost a release to free his tormented length. Proud and with blazing eyes he stood before her, his erected member pointed like a threatening sword to the skies, warned everyone to come between him and his sweet captive now.
Wendy swallowed as she saw him completely exposed. If it wouldn’t sound so odd she would call him beautiful, even the crippled arm could not change it. His legs were long and strong, ending in a slim waist and... The girl’s eyes widened.
“It... it will never fit!” she stammered, earning an almost tender laughter from him.
“It will fit, my little innocence. Be sure of it!”
He braced himself on his arms at both sides of her head, massaging her scalp with his good hand. He kissed her again, deeply, let her taste herself. Alone the knowledge that there was no fabric between them anymore was almost enough to let him lose his control and the feeling of her smooth skin at his was making him mad with desire. He moved between her legs and felt her tense.
“Don’t be afraid, Wendy!” he whispered hoarsely. “I will be gentle as possible, but I have to be inside of you now. I can’t bear it any longer.”
Wendy pressed her lips together, fear and passion mingled in her belly.
“Hold onto me and don’t let go”, he murmured, waited until her arms wrapped around his back. “What ever happened, stay relaxed. Don’t tense, or it would really hurt.”
He didn’t know from where he took the strength to instruct her in this situation or even why he did it. He had never taken consideration for the needs of another one before. But the same hidden part in him, which had once allowed her to give her ‘thimble’ to Peter Pan now took care, that she would not got more hurt than absolutely necessary.
Wendy felt the tip of his stone hard member at her entrance to her body and trembled in expectation. Acting on pure instinct she obeyed his orders, wrapped her arms around him and tried to be relaxed, closing her eyes.
Hook pushed gentle forward, slowly entered her. She was so hot, so wet from his earlier as-saults that he almost lost it. She was tight, more tight than he had ever experienced with other women before. And then he felt the last threshold and heard her gasping for air. He knew that it hurt her now, her fingers ducked into his back. With one smooth stroke he broke through, muffled her outcry by closing his lips over hers. Her nails racked over his skin while she tried to brake free from him. Sobs erupted from her throat and she started to hit him, but he held her tight beneath him, didn’t move and gave her time to get used to his size. This demanded all of his control he could muster. He relished being inside of her, to feel her soft walls around him, their heat nearly burning him. Slowly he slid out of her and re-entered her, still kissing her. Sweat laid on his forehead as he tore his mouth from hers and looking deep into her teary eyes.
“That was it, my beauty. Relax and let the nature take its way.”
Wendy bit her swollen lips and took a shaky breath. It had hurt, more than she thought it would. And even he had really tried to be gentle, she had felt something in her tearing, shooting stabs of pain through her womb, belly and legs. She prayed, that it would end soon, but after he had left her for several seconds and she almost felt some relieve, he came back and it hurt anew – but not so much this time. He set a slow rhythm, his swollen member stretching her in ways she never thought possible. He dabbed butterfly-lightly kisses on her face, whispering soothing things to her, licked away the tears. The pain started to subsided under the odd softly strokes deep inside her body, reawakened the yearning tickling. And then the pleasure she had felt during his erotic attack several minutes ago rushed back to her. Hurt changed into heat, overflowing her whole being. She could feel him deep inside of her, teasing, provoking, demanding. His weight pressed her down, his mouth started to bestow feverish kisses on her face and throat, his good hand travelled over her side, his other arm pushed beneath her neck.
Hook was utterly lost. By the first sign of her relaxing and arching his last control slipped away and the desire took its rights. After the long time of abstinence and the tormenting last hours his only intention was to have her, to make her his. He felt her hands stroking over his back, her head threw back in sweet surrender as she met his strokes. Her firm breasts were pressed against his chest, her hardened nipples teasing it and as she spread her legs more to give him better room he let out a small cry. Her moans were lovelier than music, her caresses sweeter than honey and wine and as she wrapped her legs around him, he felt, as he must shatter by the sheer bliss. She kissed his shoulder, her nails racking softly over his back down to his waist and to his butt, urged him to take her deeper and he gladly obeyed. Revenge was the last thing of what he could think right now.
Wendy was helpless against the inferno that burnt in her. She clung to the man above her, holding to him for dear life as the feeling of him inside her very core overwhelmed her com-pletely. There was nothing more in the world, only he and the unbearable pleasure he gave her. The intensity of his lovemaking was too much. She threw her head from side to side, begging for release but couldn’t get enough from the hot sensations. And then it started: the feeling she had experienced the first time yesterday. It built up in her belly, travelled to her womb, clamping around the hard intruder, who plunged over and over again into her. She opened her lids, met the glassy glare of his nearly black eyes – hooded by his long lashes - the fire in them almost burning her to ashes. She couldn’t breath anymore, calling desperately his true name without a second thought and saw his feature changing into pure ecstasy.
He panted for air, quickened his tempo to a speed, which almost hurt and then the world began to fade away. Something exploded deep inside of her and she convulsed tightly around him. From somewhere far away she heard him roar and felt a strange heat rushing into her very core, before the bright light, that surrounded her, grew into darkness, took her within a sea of utterly pleasure, the waves of bliss drowning her.
Never before in his entire life Hook had come so violently as now. Her wet, silky walls had tighten around him, almost killed him with the fire that burnt in his guts. She had squirmed and screamed in totally ecstasy beneath him, her face a mirror of pure rapture and then she had called him by his name – his TRUE name. That had done it. To hear her sweet voice calling him James and to see her beauty shining as her orgasm hit her had been too much. He had come, harder and longer as ever before, shooting his seed into her, almost loosing his mind by the feeling of her muscles milking him.
Without any strengths left he broke down, managed in the last moment not to crush her, but to lie beside her. She didn’t move, her eyes were closed and her body panted even in its unconscious state for air. He whispered her name and realized, that she really had fainted. Warmth and proud spread through him, while he tried to calm down his own breathe. Softly he wiped the sweat from her forehead and cradled her to his chest, slipping careful out of her. Almost instantly he missed the intimated contact, but knew that it was for the best now. He pressed a gentle kiss to her damp temple and laid back, draping her form half over his. For the moment his desire was sated, but that wouldn’t stay this way. And he was sure, that it was the same for her.
They both had tasted a world, that was strange and new to them, and he hungered for more. And what this little wildcat at his side concerned, he simply knew that he would be able to wake her desire again. She was born with a passion that matched his own. And after the last hour the mere thought of killing her was completely out of question. She had showed him true compassion and a blink of heaven, as she welcomed him in her arms and her very self.
‘I will never let you go!’ he swore as sleep overwhelmed him, his overtired body and mind demanding another right now than before. With a last clear thought he held the girl closer to him as to protect her against the whole universe. ‘You are mine, Wendy Darling! Only mine!’

And somewhere out in the jungle the wise eyes of the fairy-queen watched the urgent search of the eternal boy for his dear friend, knowing with the sense of magic that a change had started in Neverland...

TBC...
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In the swirl of passion