"Captain Jack Sparrow," he scolds her. He had mistaken the convent for a brothel, but of course was not prepared to tell the Sister that.
And still he returns day after day to talk to Angelica, the woman promised to someone else. Was it the challenge? Nay, he had been drawn to something much deeper in her. Her innocence and purity had humbled him.
But he was only a man after all.
The Sisters at the convent did not know he had continually snuck onto the grounds. So green, so quiet. He knows exactly where her first-floor room meets the garden wall. And where her window is.
She had thought she was helping to save his soul. She read to him, spoke with him. She gazed into his dark eyes and had to look away. It was as though they burned holes into her very soul. When he first reached for her hand she took it, gingerly at first. Human contact was not something that happened often here.
She should have known he only wanted one thing. So when one day he took her in his arms and pressed his mouth to hers she did not know what to think. She did not know what to feel except warmth. She held him fast by the shoulders as he gently pressed her against the wall of her room. She should not have let him come to her window and enter. And yet, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this could happen.
His rough hands reach under her robes stroking he soft skin of her abdomen and her breathing hitches. She feels fire where he has touched. Suddenly she can't have enough of him. Angelica twisted her hands in his hair as his fingers dip lower, to a place not even she has ever touched. She cries out into his mouth and is silenced by his kiss as his fingers work their magic.
Jack knows it is wrong; he should stop. He is seducing a woman who has no experience in the ways of men. His mind battles his body for dominance but it is past the point of no return and he is unable to stop, driven by lust. It is wrong. He is doing her wrong. And he is aware the whole time.
She crumbles in his arms, unsure of what has just happened. She has never felt anything so blindingly wonderful in her life. When he gently pulls her away from the wall and presses her back until her legs meet the bed she doesn't protest. She should, but her hands reach under his shirt needing to feel his bare skin. And she does. And he's so very warm and she wants to be closer to him in this moment.
He captures her lips and backs her onto the soft mattress. Then his shirt is off and he has pulled her robes up. She covers her near nakedness and he places the garment on the floor. Then his mouth is on hers and his hands are on her body and she cries out as he enters her. The stabbing pain slowly subsides and she is conscious of another feeling. The unfamiliar thrust and drag overwhelms her completely as he whispers words of comfort in her ear. Soon she is on her way to ecstasy and he follows almost immediately after.
She lays on her side, her back pressed to his chest and he twines his fingers in hers. A single tear rolls down her cheek. She is not sad it is just all so new. The pirate whispers in her ear that he loves her, and is hers eternally.
When she wakes she feels cold. The first time being touched by a man, kissed by a man. Now she was soiled, dirty, and the space next to her on the bed was empty. Angelica sat up, the soreness between her legs becoming apparent. Jack Sparrow is nowhere in sight...