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hand against him. When I could wait no longer, I stood back, reached up and under my gown, and pulled at the bloomers that had been forced on me.  I untied them, letting them fall to the floor. I quickly kicked them aside, and without even removing my shoes and stockings, I knelt over him. His hands flew from my breasts to under my gown, and he held me there for a moment with his eyes, but I knew where I wanted him and guided him there until he filled me completely.
    I gasped at the now familiar sting of bliss and again, after several moments, the tenderness within me faded into the throbbing ache that drove me onto him over and over. I closed my eyes and leaned back as that wave hit me. I trembled uncontrollably and the sounds that rose out of me were unlike anything I’d heard before. He clung to me, watching desire wash over my face until, as my eyes strained open, I heard that familiar sound I loved rise up from his chest. I was still shaking when his hands dug into my flesh. He pulled me down so hard, I cried out and bit my lower lip as I fell against him. His chest rose and dropped, lifting me as we drifted together back to Earth, and his heart beat against my ear so loudly I thought it would burst.
        “You’re as fast a learner as I’ve ever known, little Razor,” he panted and kissed the top of my head.
    “You’ve much to learn as well. I’ve so many ideas in this head of mine that it may take a while before I let you out of my sight, let alone our bed.” I leaned my chin on his chest and sighed.
     
    “I may have over-packed my bag for this trip,” he laughed as he leaned over to pick up our trunk to carry it into the bedroom.
    “I doubt you’ll need a stitch of clothes until we need supplies,” I said with a sly glance over my shoulder at him as I balled up my bloomers and stuffed them in the trunk.
    He shook his head at me and rubbed at his beard. “Can ye cook?” he asked me with a raised eyebrow.
    “I can’t even boil an egg.” I chuckled, following him into the bedroom.
    “Strangely enough, that doesn’t bother me in the least.” He let go of the trunk with a bang and swept me up in his embrace. “I won’t soil this day with my expectations or my need to protect you from the world, but I’ll remind you in some way, every day from now on, that you’re all that’s standing between me and death.”
    I was puzzled by his words, and as he released me from our embrace and carried on with sorting out our things, I furrowed my brow and asked him, “What do you mean, standing between you and death?”
    He turned back to me in the doorway, and his face took on that frighteningly cold, flat expression I’d seen only when he was fresh from a bloody fight. “It means from now until I die, I’ll love you, and should I lose you first, I’m as good as dead anyway.”

Four
    IN THE DEVIL’S OWN WORDS
     
    Virginia has proven to be overflowing with lovely pearls. We’ve collected several that should be worth their weight in gold.
    Just reading those words made my stomach tighten. As my groom slept peacefully, I crept onto our quaint front porch facing the lagoon and opened Barclay’s secret log book. Rasmus had finally given it to me as some sort of wedding gift but made me promise not to go running off in the night. As my eyes travelled down the pages, my emotions flew from anger to sadness. Our mission was clear; put them all out of business, no matter how long it took, and save as many as we could along the way. There before me as well were all of the names of those who had taken part in Barclay’s scandalous work. I noticed Rasmus had marked out those we’d killed so that only three names remained, and he’d told me two of those hadn’t returned to the ship. There was but one name still unaccounted for; Peter Finnegan. I shook my head and scratched my scalp, but I couldn’t place him. Perhaps he’d run off as well.
    With so many ships and so many girls to find, I allowed myself