in which maggie and the priest go at it

"You want so much," he said quietly. "A navy, a kingdom. Ships at your command, a king in your debt."

"Not tonight. Tonight I only want you."

She leaned in and kissed him again, this time holding his face with both hands so he could not pull away. And he did not pull away - she knew he would not - but he did kiss her back. She pushed him down on the bed and lay half on top of him, pausing in her kisses to pull at his shirt and then his breeches. He had to help her, and then she had to stop and take off her boots and her own clothes, and then she was on him again, touching him, stroking him, devouring his mouth.

Once again he let her take control. She retrieved her hat and set it on her head at a rakish angle as she straddled him and rode him with steady rolls of her hips as if she were a ship rocking on the waves of a gentle sea. She watched his face as she always did, watched his throat work as he tried to speak. She put her fingers to his lips.

( Shh, she murmured. Shh. )

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