Since that day, Tempest and Justin had not spoken. When he stormed away, he left her with so much doubt and confusion and a dull ache in her heart. The tears clouding Tempest's vision slipped down her cheeks and quickly dried away as she let the salty sea air blow against her face.

It's been two days since the weather has cleared and they pulled away from Azores's Port.

She was scarcely seen on deck and kept to herself in his cabin which deep down was torturous for Justin.

She was avoiding him.

The crew was aware of their Captains and her hellish suffering but said nothing as they stayed clearly out of his sight as to not insight his anger.

He had been studying Tempest as she stood by the rail gazing out at sea. When she turned away, he caught a slight glimpse of her and a searing pain ripped through him to see that the luster and sparkle had gone from those beautiful eyes.

He should go to her, but he did not trust himself. Each time he saw her it was sheer agony, he relived their moment of passion over and over again, he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her, but he knew if he took her in his arms he would take much more and not stop.

"She don't look too well, cap'n," Quinn stated sadly following Justin's haunting gaze as it trailed with a hint of longing after her. Now out of his sight, he blinked and looked away to face Quinn.

"What do you mean?" Justin's lips thinned.

"Cook says she has barely touched her meals. The poor lass must be ill," he gave Justin a sorrowful look then stepped back warily as his Captain's face darkened.

"And why have you not told me this sooner?" he snapped at his first mate.

With a curse, he turned away from the bumbling sailor that nervously stumbled back from his ominous glare.

In large determined strides, he walked across the deck as his men scurried out of his way. They looked on wearily as he disappeared below deck. Bellamy stepped towards Quinn with a displeased look for angering him.

What the hell was she thinking? He fumed as he took the steps angrily towards his cabin.

He could not afford for her to fall ill in the middle of this voyage. He shook his head with another grumbled oath as he stopped before his door. His gaze lowered to the tray of food that indeed had nibbled pieces of a scone, untouched fruit and jam.

Taking a deep labored breath he braced himself trying to calm the helpless sense of unease in his chest. He slowly reached for the door handle and opened it. He stepped in through the threshold then stopped.

He watched her as she stood with her back to him in her night rail. Saddened by the thought she was ready to retire early although the evening was still gleaming with bright light. He took in the sight of her and felt a stirring in his loins that he realized now would never go away.

"Why have you not been eating?" his voice heavily interrupted the silence in the cabin.

She jumped and whirled around to face him dropping her teacup. With an oath, he was before her on bended knees as was she reaching for the shard of broken porcelain that scattered everywhere.

She yelped breathlessly snatching her hand back and stood staring at her finger. In a blink of an eye, he lunged forward and stood before her.

"Let me see," He reached for her hand but frowned when she pulled it away. "Tis nothing," she held it and tried to turn away.

He held her wrist sternly and insisted. "Let me see," his gaze did not waver as he lowered his head and gently eased her hand tightened in a fist to open. A wave of tenderness flushed through him as he held her dainty soft hand in his; noticing how its size dwarfed in his own.

Coaxing them to open more, absent in thought he rubbed the pad of his thumb slowly in the middle of her palm marveling at how soft it was. He caught sight of the red dot of blood on the tip of her finger. Indeed it was nothing he thought, but it still hurt her. He swallowed at the growing lump in his throat. He hurt her.

He raised it to his lips. His eyes landed on hers as she gasped. She gazed, dazed and in awe as her finger disappeared into his mouth. A sudden flush of heat feathered across her skin as he withdrew it slowly. Butterflies assailed her stomach as her eyes drifted to his mouth.

They stood there looking into each other's eyes; neither spoke for what seemed like minutes but was only a few heartbeats. Each of those heartbeats thundered in Justin's ears as he tried to absorb her through his very pores.

He leaned forward a little – desire, passion, pulling him closer.

Still holding her hand in his, he raised the other to caress her cheek.

"You haven't been eating," the velvety smoothness of his voice tainted with concern warmed her insides.

She remained silent captivated by his closeness, his stunning appearance; his unshaven jaw, wild unkempt hair, haunting crystal blue eyes. But all the same roguishly handsome.

"Are you ill?" he questioned. His eyes warily held hers.

She gently shook her head. "Just sad."

Guilt from her admission gripped him.

"I displeased you," her whisper barely discernable.

He shook his head in disbelief. She displeased him?

His heart soared with her words. She'd thought she'd displeased him. In his entire life, he had never experienced such temptation, such desire...such pleasure!

If she had thought for a moment that he was ever displeased while she was in his arms, she was surely mistaken. Didn't she know how he wanted her with a sense of desperation?

The soft desire in her eyes told him that much and that..... pushed him over the edge. With a fierce growl, he took her in his arms and his lips swooped down to take hers in a demanding kiss that robbed them both of all sense and reason.

In no time, she was swept into him, in his hold being claimed, taken, and devoured. Her heart slammed in her chest as his tongue brushed the hollow warmth of her mouth in passionate sweeps savoring her. He caressed every inch of her hungrily and enjoyed the softness of her body through the thin fabric of night rail.

Without preamble and no waiting, he lifted it just enough to feel the bareness of her skin beneath it. Squeezing tenderly and kneading it, she trembled in his arms as the cool air brushed her intimate parts that suddenly warmed with his touch.

He would take what's his now and later ask for forgiveness. He thought. The wicked realization simmered as he lowered his lips to her throat and she sank into him further, raking her soft fingers through his hair.

She wanted him.

He could not contain the urge to be inside her, and she would not deny him. She couldn't.

The sizzling sensation settling between her thighs was proof enough as he undid the front to her night rail lowering his lips and drawing in a soft peak. And his fingers lowered then touched her there; he knew it as well.

She arched into him with a whimper.

The flames of their desire grew as they plummeted into the cloud of sheets on the bunk, lost in each other's need. Cradled between her thighs, nothing mattered to either of them but the need to quench their desire. His lips nibbled and kissed her neck as he deftly undid the flaps to his breeches. So entwined by her limbs and lost to her groping fingers caressing, squeezing, and kneading his bare backside; pulling him closer. At that moment, he cared less about removing his boots, his shirt, or pants... all he wanted was her.

He held his throbbing erection and angled it to her moist softness pressing into her gently. Their breaths mingled as his eyes never left hers. The gorgeousness of them darkened as he pressed inch by inch into her. Every second that passed, she was on the precipice of being his.

She said nothing. Delicate fingers caressed his stubbled jaw and pulled his lips to hers in silent surrender, and it was done. A flash of pain coursed through her as he surged deep into her heat and settled there, stretching her; feeling deliriously parted in two, she gasped.

Every point of contact their bare skin made, blazed with fiery warmth, their bodies joined and they became one.

Her tightness was pure bliss. He couldn't stay like this for long. He would surely go insane. He withdrew slowly in tune to how her body responded, he surged once more. His head lifted to look down at her. His heart swelled with the view of her beneath him; her tempting breasts exposed, she felt so pliant and looked so beautiful with a gaze of dreamy captivation that held his.

He loved it. He loved it all and.....

It was a dizzying realization that startled him.

He took her lips with that passionate discovery and began to move.

He lost himself to the incredible sensations she stirred in him as she sensually mimicked his moves. Her soft legs draped over his waist as he caressed them and surged deliciously into her with gentle thrusts, her tightness slick with her essence, and the sounds she made drove him to the brink of madness.

Their soft breathing mingled with whispered words of endearment as they both reached a peak that neither thought could possibly exist.

Together they climbed that peak, soaring above everything in existence; nothing mattered at that moment but the urge to reach the top.

His cock swelled inside her, stretching her, filling her, the sensation of her insides pulsing around it made her whimper and him groan. As his momentum increased, she felt an overwhelming pressure begin to build inside of her. Becoming bolder and wanting more, she ran her fingers over the corded muscles of his back and down the smooth skin caressing his firm buttocks that flexed with his thrusts.

Justin's lips pressed to her ear as his hot breath excited her making her insides tighten more.

"Come for me, love," he begged between ragged breaths and a determined thrust that made her explode in a pinnacle of shimmering passion, Justin's cry mingled with hers as he reached his own fabulous climax in an all-powerful wave that crashed down over them both, enveloping them, exhausting them.

Finally, in a tangled heap of limbs and sheets at last they lay together, both trying to control their breathing, they felt as though they had fought through and survived a raging storm.

"Tempest." Justin buried his face in her luxurious hair; he wanted to continue but did not have the words.

He knew what he had to do but it all escaped him the moment those gorgeous eyes of hers met his.

With a determined glare, he tightened his hold on her. "You're mine." He whispered passionately.

She said nothing as she rose up and kissed him into silence, confirming his claim. It was that kiss that broke his will to let her go, causing him to keep her, to take her with him no matter the consequence.

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Here you go.....

You know what to do...