There were few things that Audrey considered sacred. The cottage was one. Her body was another. How had this pirate managed to flirt his way into both?

"You're lovely."

His soft words didn't match the rough feeling of his calloused fingers sliding down her thigh. The other hand was three knuckles deep inside of her, driving her to the edge with every move it made. She wondered how much practice he'd had on that Isle.

"Oh-"

Her voice broke and he grinned down at her. He had her crowded against the wooden door of the cottage her mother was raised in, unconcerned with the many windows and unconcerned with their friends playing croquet in the garden. She had made it very clear that the cottage was off-limits, but when he followed her in, after an hour in the garden of playful touches and teasing brushes, Audrey didn't stop him.

"I've been thinking of this since that dance," Harry admitted, pressing a kiss to the soft spot beneath her ear. Her grip on his upper arms tightened as she moaned long and low. "I knew you would moan pretty like that. I knew it."

Audrey cried out and rolled her hips, fucking herself on his hand. He pulled back to watch her, eyes hot and mouth open. The hand on her thigh slid down her leg to hitch it over his shoulder and it wasn't her first time mentally thanking cheer camp in the middle of a sexual encounter.

Her hands slid down to grip the wrist of the hand he was fingering her with, guiding him as she neared the edge. He groaned and pressed a kiss to her neck, entirely too reverent for the context. Then he bit down and Audrey had to slam her mouth shut to stop her scream. It rattled in her chest instead, begging for a release just like the rest of her.

"Let me hear you, love," he said and it sounded a little like begging.

She shook her head, reaching up to grab his hair and pull his lips to hers.

He didn't need any further instructions to shove his tongue down her throat. Harry kissed like he did everything else: intensely. Her brain buzzed and she whimpered into his mouth, pulling at his hair so hard that it had to hurt. Chad could never handle the mixing of pleasure and pain, but judging by the moan Harry let out, he didn't mind at all.

"Oh, I'm cloooooose ," she said, dragging out that last word as his fingers did something that made her head hit the door with a thunk. His lips trailed down her neck, settling on the top of her breast and working on sucking a hickey into the skin there. It felt so good. With the hand in his hair, she pulled his head away. "No marks."

"But you'd look so pretty with a few," Harry said, kissing the spot he'd been sucking earlier. She gasped and gripped his wrist like a vice at the move he made inside of her. His smile was almost feral.

Once she caught her breath, she shot back, "I'll look pretty either way."

Then he twisted her fingers again and pressed his thumb to her clit and her eyes rolled back in her head. Songbirds circled her head and it was all she could do not to scream. Just stand there, mouth open like a silent prayer.

When she opened her eyes, his smile was gone, lower lip dropped open like she was heaven come down. When he pulled his fingers out, she felt cold all over, but when he put them in his mouth, the heat came rushing back. His other hand pulled her leg off his shoulder and held her steady at the hip.

Careful with her compliments, Audrey admitted, "That was better than I thought it would be."

"Really?" he said once he sucked his fingers clean. "I was going to say the same thing."

Her skin burned as she pulled up her underwear and fixed her dress. "How do I look?"

"Thoroughly fucked."

"Screw you."

"Gladly."

Audrey rolled her eyes and ushered him out of the cottage, trying to ignore the phantom feeling of his fingers inside of her. She smiled to herself.

She'd always consider the cottage to be sacred, and her body too. But what's a temple without a few worshippers?