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“Hey, watch where you put that thing!“ Willow laughed as her lover glared at her.


“If you would cease your wiggling, you wouldn’t have to worry,” James Hook replied as his blue eyes swept over his redhead.


“I like wiggling against you,” Willow teased, her eyes flashing with desire as she deliberately moved her body against his, making sure she made contact with the erection between his legs. She moaned when she felt the cool metal of his hook against her nipple, the amusement fading from her green eyes as desire blazed in their depths. “James, stop teasing, damn it!”


“I like teasing you,” he smirked as he moved his left hand along the curves of her arse, brushing his hook against her nipple.


“Evil pirate,” she muttered, a fresh wave of arousal spreading over her at his sexy smile.


“And don’t you forget it, Wench,” James said as he thrust into her, watching her body arch off his bed, leaning down at letting his tongue graze her nipples.


“Yes,” Willow hissed as he sunk inside her, the redhead wrapping her legs around his waist as he began to move. She had been in Neverland for nearly a year, still not quite sure how she had ended up in a place she had believed was purely a fictional creation by a talented author called Barrie. She’d been performing a spell in her apartment in Rio, a simple relaxation spell she’d discovered in a Latin text she’d purchased from an antique store just a few days prior. Everything was basic, she had been focused, not at all distracted since she lived alone, Kennedy having left several months previously, and she’d repeated the words. There had been a feeling of warmth enveloping her and the next thing she knew she was falling into a bed. Into Hook’s bed.


Despite her confusion and disorientation, it had only taken one look from his gorgeous blue eyes for her to feel as if she belonged to him, with him. In the time since, she had become, as he liked to affectionately call her, Hook’s Wench. She lived on his ship a majority of the time, learning every position to crew the ship, and he also had a castle that had been little more ruins until he’d fixed it up for them. Her magic was more powerful here and she used it for small things, fireworks to amuse the crew, cleaning when she wanted to spend her time fucking James, and various things along those lines. He had given up his obsession of killing that sweet boy, Peter, though he still loathed the rather annoyingly chipper boy, turning her into his obsession, which didn’t bother her at all.


“Come for me, love,” James urged as he increased the depth of his thrusts, grinding against her each time he sunk into her wetness. His hook brushed against her cheek, pushing the sweaty strands of her hair out of her eyes as they moved together.


“James,” she whimpered as she felt her body tighten, her muscles squeezing him, her fingernails digging into his back. He grunted as he followed her into orgasm, his seed spilling into her. He kissed her deeply as they both came down from their high, hands gently moving over sweaty flesh, his hook breaking through her crimson hair. With soft whispered words of love, he pulled her against his body, her head resting on his arm as they drifted off to sleep.


*the end*