Note: So here's the M Rated chapter I promised. Of course, if you don't wish to read it then click onto the next chapter now. Thank you!

Warning: M RATED CONTENT. SMUT AND MODERATE ABUSIVE REFERENCES.

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Heat.

That's what she could feel.

Heat. Everywhere, heat.

Just like her dream. The cabin itself was blistering, and with Jack crowding over her, the heat seemed close. Too close for comfort.

Yet she didn't stop him.

Her breaths were ragged, uneven and shaky. Her chest heaved quickly, up and down up and down, her throat growing dry and every swallow she took was thick.

Yet she didn't stop him.

His hands, lips, teeth. Greedily roamed every inch of her skin. She wasn't a stranger to this. But Jack was different. Jack caused a frustration inside of her to grow and swell to the point of almost anger.

Yet she didn't stop him.

When he'd begun, pressing her up against his wall, by untying her bandana, letting it drop to their feet and carding his fingers through her hair, she'd moaned. She'd responded by untucking his shirt from his breeches, hastily, impatiently. The heat around them was also within her, coursing through her veins.

She hadn't stopped him.

She'd battled with the voice in her head telling her to stop, telling her he was a no-good pirate, a pirate Captain too and that once he'd gotten what he wanted, he'd drop her like the bandana that now lay on the floor by the door where they'd begun. She'd ignored those voices, screwing up her eyes.

She hadn't stopped him.

When he'd left their clothes discarded on the floor of his cabin, lifted her up and carried her to the bed, revisiting his earlier markings on her pulse point and bringing them out to blossom in brighter shades on her skin, she'd completely shut off those voices. Drowning in the bliss that had now fully consumed her. She'd been confused at first, that a simple pirate had managed to cause her to grow so weak and unable to control herself. She'd felt ashamed, confused, but she'd also felt excited, daring, impatient.

She hadn't stopped him.

She hadn't stopped him at that point and by then she knew she never would. So she let go, giving herself that final push to act back. Her hands, her lips, her teeth. His groans.

When he'd met her eyes, dark and dilated, his lips stretched into a grin. She'd grinned back. Then biting her lip and snapping her eyes shut again when she'd felt his fingers finally touch the place where she'd realised all that heat had travelled to. She'd growled and whined when he slowed, and moaned and cried when he quickened. The no-good pirate allowing the heat to coil and tighten and then skillfully let it die down again, disallowing her the thing she, by now, was writhing beneath him to reach. She'd wanted to curse, and she did. She'd wanted to bite him harshly, and she did. She'd wanted the control, and she got it.

She'd flipped him, a well-practiced move, it seemed. He'd grinned again, suddenly aware of just what he was facing. Her knees either side of his hips, she hovered over him at just the right height, disallowing him any contact other than her fingers gently stroking his collarbone.

"My turn." Was all she had said, with a sly smile, before reaching behind his neck, pulling him up to meet her and simulteneously shifting up and forward then sinking down onto him. Their sweaty bodies had pressed together. His eyes had fluttered shut, mouth dropping open. She'd grinned wider. Not moving. Paying him back the revenge for his earlier teasing.

He'd opened his eyes again, staring up at her, amusment dancing behind them but frustration glinting plainly between the chocolate tones of his pupils. She'd thrown her head back and laughed. The tips of her long, blonde hair tickled her lower back and Jack first placed his hands on her hips, grazed over her skin to slide them round to her back before gripping her hair with both hands and tugging.

She'd gasped sharply. Never knowing his preferences until now.

He'd flipped her once more, her back colliding with the thin mattress and the grin never leaving her swollen lips. Moving onto his knees, he'd lifted her legs by the ankles, she'd set them on his shoulders without complaint. He'd entered her swiftly, without comment nor question. Her mouth had formed an 'O' in a silent scream.

With each thrust, her whole body jolted and she couldn't help the cries escaping her throat. By now the voices were long gone and all she could hear was the blood beating in her ears, the creaks of the bed beneath them, cheers and singing from above them on deck, and of course the throaty grunts from her Captain.

He'd moved a hand from her hip, sliding it up her stomach, cupping a breast as he passed and finally ending with his fingers loosely gripping her slender neck.

She'd opened her eyes and met his, both sharing a silent fondness for this new tactic. He'd tightened his grip just a little and enjoyed it as her parted lips had quivered and her eyes fluttered, roaming his body as he continued to thrust into her.

After a few more thrusts, she'd dropped her legs from his shoulders and lifted her hands, one gripped the wrist of the arm that was tantalizingly hinting at strangulation, the other hand she'd leaned forward closer to him and gripped his chin, bringing him close enough to feel his ragged breathing but still not close to enough for their lips to touch.

"As you know..." She'd begun, breathing her words against his lips, "we gypsies, are very possessive." She'd leaned forward, moving on top of him instead. Moving him onto his back, she'd settled on his hips but remained leant over him, her lips grazing his as she'd spoken, their eyes locked.

"I know." He'd answered, his dark eyes lustful.

"Which means when we want something..." she'd continued, pausing to let her lips travel along his bearded jawline. "We make sure to get it, at whatever cost." She breathed hotly into his ear.

"Demelza..."

"And I've recently discovered...despite your rum-drinking habits, your complete ignorance for anyone else's opinion, and your capibility of sleeping with most things that move..." she'd paused, flicking her tongue out against his ear lobe before making her way back down his jawline to his lips. "I want you, Jack."

She'd then started rolling her hips against his, the friction between them growing alive once more, causing the pirate to growl lowly in his throat. She'd lifted herself off of him, making sure he was listening to her.

"And you know something?" She'd added, brushing her bottom lip against his. "I'm going to do whatever it takes...at whatever...cost" on the word 'cost' she slid down onto him again. "...to have you...all to myself."

"This is new, Demelza." He quirked an eyebrow inbetween wincing in pleasure. "But I welcome it, love. With open arms."