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For a moment, she simply basked in the afterglow that was induced by the incredible climax that she and Hook had just shared. The brief moment was interrupted by Hook calling her out on the fact that she had given him a second compliment. She quietly laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're really hard up for compliments aren't you? It's so bad you have to count them when you get them." She mused in a teasing tone. She turned so that she was lying on her side, facing him. "I don't do this with just everyone who kidnaps me, you know. You should feel pretty special right now. ..tally it up, Captain. That's another compliment." She grinned. The conversation was flowing so easily between the two of them.. never did she think she'd see the day, either.



His lips touched her's again, and she felt as though she were floating. Proof that it wasn't merely a moment of lust that made her want him so badly.. it was so much more than that. She returned the soft kiss with her eyes closed, until he moved away and spoke to her again. Dare he ask indeed... A small smile curved on to her lips and she quirked a brow. "I'm not your ordinary princess, Hook. Tried to tell you that before." She mused, shrugging lightly. She hadn't been with many men, but she did have a lot of life experience. Too much for someone who was supposed to be a proper princess.

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as she spoke of how hard up he seemed to be for compliments. And that he had to count them when he did get them. "Only from you, love," he told her playfully. "It was a challenge to get them from you," he further added. He was of course a confident man -- perhaps to a fault. But with her, he had found himself enjoying the compliments on a whole other level.

He wasn't sure how or why, but then again, he couldn't explain anything about the nature of their interactions. He had gone from attempting to torment her, to fearing for her life, to kissing her . . . which led them to where they were now. He looked at her, taking in her beauty, memorizing her face for he never wanted to forget it. His tattoo of Milah was a constant reminder of his first love, and her . . . Emma, well, she seemed to be someone that would not be easy to get over. Unless of course he stuck with the plan which, he supposed he had no reason not to. He smiled with amusement when she spoke of how she didn't do this with just anyone who kidnapped her; and that he should feel special.

"Such flattery, Swan," he said jokingly . . . though it really was flattery. "If it brings your mind to any ease, I don't normally make it a habit to engage with prisoners in this way," he told her truthfully, though his tease smile remained in place. "Then again, we never had such a ravishing prisoner before," he added, trying to keep everything on the surface. He didn't even know what was happening in his heart right now, so best not attempt to confess anything.

She went on to say that she was not an ordinary princess and he was certainly starting to see that. "Aye," he agreed. "Telling me is one thing lass. Showing me is entirely different. And more effective," he added. For he enjoyed seeing how different she was, rather than her merely saying the words. He supposed he had picked up on that with her strong and defiant personality; her sarcasm, her courage, her lack of submission, their time right now . . . basically everything. "Feel free to show me again, any time," he added suggestively, as his hand moved to her hair and absentmindedly twirling the bottom of a lock around his finger.

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Emma didn't know what it was about the way he spoke, but it absolutely captivated her. It was probably a mixture between that, his bad boy attitude, and his devilishly good looks that likely got himself many women in to this bed, but right now none of it mattered. It was just her. And although she wasn't going to voice it, not now at least, it was as though it were only the two of them for a long time. As though they were once lovers, instead of prisoner and captor. There was something strange about this that she just couldn't shake. "Well, I guess after I started with the compliments they wouldn't stop.." she mused teasingly. "It just spills out." Although she attempted to  make it sound sarcastic, it was the honest truth. 

He assured her that he didn't make it a habit of doing these particular activities with other prisoners that he'd had, and it made her feel a little better, honestly. However, there was something she had noticed.. a tattoo, with a name. Milah.. that was, she supposed, something she shouldn't bring up. Obviously there was no Milah on the ship, which meant that she was someone who meant something to him in the past. Perhaps even the reason why her words earlier had changed his demeanor.. but it was his business. Not her's..and she wouldn't ask. This was between the two of them... this was their moment to figure out what exactly had just happened. "It's good to know that i'm your prettiest prisoner. Would you say i'm your favorite now?" She teased yet again, with a playful smile. 

Both of them had secrets. Skeletons in their closets. Perhaps there would be a time when they revealed the information to one another, but this was not that time. "Actions speak louder than words, so I hear.. I think that was just proved." She grinned when he told her to feel free to show him anytime. "Just might take you up on that offer, Hook.." She mused, finding herself gazing in to his eyes again. Her tone took a serious turn, and she wondered if he'd do the same..or if he'd protect himself, or get angry and send her back to the dungeon. "So.." she cleared her throat, and looked around. "What happens now?" 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

Emma teased about how after she started with one compliment, the rest flowed out easily. He smiled with amusement and arrogance at this. "I do tend to have that affect on women," he joked. Trust be told, he could easily offer her all his praise for considering her beauty, personality and all else that she encompassed . . . she was certainly deserving of it. But he had fought to restrain himself. Yet that was before. Now, with the way they were lying here after the intense intimacy that they had just shared . . . he feared that the words would come out soon enough. She seemed to be peeling away each layer that made him a pirate, and getting to the core of the man that he really was.

She offered another playful remark, starting that she was his prettiest prisoner and revisited the question of her being his favorite. "Aye," he finally agreed. "I have to give credit where it's due, and you Swan, certainly caused others to pale in comparison." It was a playful remark, but not without truth. He didn't even know what he was trying to do anymore. She was supposed to be his prisoner! He was supposed to be menacing and instilling fear in her. Instead, he was falling for her. Far more than he should be. He couldn't agree more with her words of how actions spoke louder than words. Anyone could talk, but only those who meant the words could act. "Well your actions said plenty," he teased, still basking in all she had made him feel tonight; the affect she had on his body, mind and . . . dare he say, his heart.

The fact that she was even entertaining the idea of taking him up on this offer . . . he wondered if he was being naive in believing her, and hoping for this. While there was the possibility that she was using him to convince him to take her home . . . no. The thought hadn't even occurred to him. He was too infatuated by her, too taken by her. So if that was indeed her plan, then it was working and part of him right now, was completely oblivious to it. She then asked a less playful, more serious question. What now. That, was an excellent question. He hadn't the faintest idea where they went from here. But nor could he admit that. "You could return to your quarters," he began to say, at least making the offer though he knew that that wasn't what he wanted.

To make this known, he leaned forward, placing light kisses along her bare shoulder. "Or perhaps you would find more comfort here tonight," he suggested, his lips making their way up along her neck, to her ear when he placed them against it, speaking to her in a low voice. "Stay Swan, and I'll make it worth it," he stated, his hand falling between them, to her center as he caressed the sensitive skin there. Perhaps in the morning he would be surprised by his own urge for her to stay . . . but right now, he didn't care. He could only take this one moment at a time, so addressed her question by referring to tonight. And in the morning, they would have to figure the rest out.

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Emma had many of the same feelings as Hook. She wondered if he was just acting like this to get her hopes up that she would be treated kindly, and that things would be different in the morning.. Or maybe he was doing this so she wouldn't complain too much. However, she didn't want to think any of that was true.. Even if it was just for now, she wanted to pretend that the two of them were really caring for each other.. that it wasn't just her that she had those emotions. She was completely enthralled with Hook, and she absolutely couldn't stop herself. He had told her that she had caused others to pale in comparison.. And judging by his talent, she could tell that he had quite a bit of experience...Perhaps more than she had, herself. "Likewise, Hook.. Likewise.." She mused simply..but her words carried much more than she let on. 

When she had asked him what would happen next, she had hoped that he would invite her to stay there with him...even though she knew it was likely far fetched. Hook probably enjoyed his privacy. When he told her that he could go back to her chambers, she was about to nod and take her leave, but then he said that she could also stay there with him. Even if she hadn't wanted to..which she really, really did, how could she decline the invitation when he was placing those tender kisses so deliciously against her shoulder? He then asked her to stay again.. saying that he would make it worth her while. Apparently she was in too much of a daze to realize what she was saying, because she was completely melting at his touch. "I'd love to stay with you..." she muttered. 

The truth was coming out of her mouth so easily that it was a bit of a concern to Emma. She was completely getting lost in what she had hoped was merely lust, but turned out to be so much more than that.

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

She told him the feeling was mutual . . . apparently others had paled in comparison for her too. That filled him with a bit of pride, knowing that he had raised the standard . . . or at least met it. It was evident that she had experience in this field and while he didn't bother asking with who, and whether it was serious, he knew that she wasn't the kind of woman who would give just anyone her virtue. She then went on to say that she would love to stay, and it was enough for Hook to smile at her acceptance of his invitation.

He moved his lips from her ear, looking at her instead, before lightly kissing her lips, his hand grazing along her inner thigh, before moving to her center and finding that single pleasurable spot that he pressed against, watching her while doing so. He knew it wasn't the rum making him do this. And it was more than just uncontrollable lust. Part of him wished he could blame it on those things . . . but the other part of him didn't want to. Speaking against her lips he began to speak, his voice coming out in a low tone hardly above a whisper. "Still cold, love?" He asked a bit teasingly, knowing that he had offered her a way to become warm and while he had been being suggestive then . . . it seemed that his initial suggestion had been the one he'd acted on.

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When his lips touched her's again, once more she had felt that complete feeling. Never had a mere kiss made her feel so light and wonderful. She was too distracted by the kiss to realize that his hand was moving between them, so she didn't notice until she felt his finger pressing against her. When he broke the kiss to whisper against her lips, she moaned softly, trembling when he asked if she was still feel cold. "Getting warmer," she whispered in response. She couldn't blame the rum either.. she hadn't drank enough. "So much warmer.." She breathed before capturing his lips with her own once more. She lowered her own hand, wrapping it around his manhood so she could feel him growing for her once more. It was incredible really, how much stamina he had. 

"Wait," she whispered against his lips. "I have to say something..before we do anything more. I don't know what this is, but I wasn't expecting it. And I felt something that scared me. I'm not trying to be weird, but I just want you to know I.. I don't mind.. being on this ship with you." She had no idea how to say what she wanted to say.. but this was the only thing that was coming out of her mouth. "I've never felt like this before when I've kissed anyone, Hook. You made me forget how to breathe." 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

She played along, telling him that she was getting warmer . . . and warmer still. It encouraged his actions, pressing more against her as he explored the intimate area more. She returned the favor, for he felt her hand wrap around him which caused him to sharply inhale through the kiss as the sudden jolt of need that raced through him. His thickened arousal made him need her all over again, knowing just how euphoric it would be to fulfill this need. He deepened the kiss, his breathing becoming more heavy for a moment as he was just about to adjust his position to grant him entrance . . . when she told him to wait.

Not exactly an easy request to comply with at the moment, but he did as he was told, forcing himself to cease all action. It was frightening to him how quick he was to listen to her, and knew that he would do whatever she asked of him in this moment. Being so . . . submissive wasn't exactly in his character, but with Swan, he felt like a different man. He half expected her to tell him that she couldn't do this anymore; that it wasn't right. But instead, her words were pleasantly surprising. She told him that she didn't know what this was -- that made two of them. And that she hadn't expected it -- again, something he fully agreed with. Hell, everything she was saying he felt the same way about. He felt something too that he could not describe, and the intensity of it . . . the way it was taking him over . . . well, it scared him too.

She then said that she didn't mind being on this ship with him. That, was enough to make him pause, though he concealed his surprise at these words, keeping his reaction and expression guarded. He had selfishly thought to keep her here, not as his prisoner, but as . . . something more. As company. As . . . well, as whatever this was. He remained silent for a few moments, taking in the impact of the words and how he felt hearing them fall from her lips. When other woman offered some overly sentimental jargon, Hook often evaded it, deflected, used actions to distract the conversation for he didn't feel the same way. But with her, with Emma . . . he felt different. He felt, honored. Privileged. Things he wasn't quite sure he even understood.

He moved his hand from where it had been doing it's work, not wanting to use actions on her to avoid the conversation. She deserved better than that. For the feelings were reciprocated. "Since we are making confessions . . . " He began to say, trying to keep the mood light but also knew, that he could not lie, and that he too was being sincere. "I feel the same way, Swan." What the bloody hell was he doing. He should tell her she was crazy and dismiss her from his quarters. But . . . he didn't want to do that. He couldn't do that. He felt the need to be honest to her. To be, better for her. Whatever this woman was doing to him, threatened to undo the years he spent building his reputation as a ruthless Pirate. And he wasn't even sure he was complaining. "This isn't me being . . . well, a pirate." He wasn't bedding her and then tossing her away.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he admitted, with a slight chuckle though he wasn't entirely amused with himself. "What we're doing," he continued, going along with her words of not knowing what this was. "I only know that I don't want to stop." Because something about her drew him to her, like a moth to a flame. He was captivated by her in the most inexplicable way. "And that I want you here, with me." On his ship. He wanted her here with him not because Regina was paying him for it, but because he wasn't sure he could be without her. How odd it was for one experience, one night of intimacy . . . to make him so dependent on her in ways he had not even known possible.

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The two of them had shared much -much- more this night than harsh words earlier in the evening. More than him saving her life.. more than just lust and passion. They shared intimate thoughts that they had been feeling. It seemed just as foreign to to Hook as it did to Emma. The woman's name he had tattooed on himself was an inclination that he had possibly felt it before.. and Emma thought she had too, but it was nothing like this. She gazed in to his eyes when he made his confession, and she could tell that he was telling the truth. She always thought it was some sort of 'super power' that she had.. she was always able to tell when people were telling her the truth. It made her stomach feel as though it was being tied in knots, and her heart felt like it was racing so hard that it was about to beat out of her chest. 

"I don't know what i'm doing either," she admitted. "And like you, I don't want it to stop.. I'll stay with you as long as you want me.." Why was she being so blunt with her emotions? She was being far weaker than she really meant to be. She couldn't help it with Hook, though.. It just all rolled out so easily. She just hoped she didn't feel silly after saying it all. "As much as I love my parents, that wasn't the life for me. I've never felt as at home as I do on this ship. Although I've gotta say.. your dungeon is pretty uncomfortable.." she mused with a small, playful grin. "Now.. where were we?" She asked as she leaned in close to him, pressing a slow, tender kiss to his lips. 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

She admitted that she too didn't know what she was doing, and that provided some comfort that the feeling was mutual. That they were both out of their element; that neither of them did this often. She went on to say that she didn't want it to stop . . . that she would stay with him for as long as he wanted her. Which . . . in his mind, would be forever, because even though he had met her just a few days ago, he felt there would not be a time where he didn't want her. "You're a desirable woman, Swan," he said flirtatiously, with strong truth to his words. "Can't imagine a man not wanting you." And he was no exception to this. He imagined there were many men courting her, many that she caught the attention of.

Hook did not often claim himself to be a jealous man, yet the thought of her with another was oddly maddening . . . one that he did not wish to dwell on for it brought up unfamiliar emotions in him. She then spoke of how her home with her parents, wasn't the life for her . . . that she felt more at home on the ship. And then finally, that the dungeon was uncomfortable. He may not know her well, but he had learned enough about her to make him confident about his next statement. "You would make one hell of a pirate, Swan," he praised, saying it as a compliment rather than a criticism. "Perhaps if you feel like you belong here, it's because you do." He was being selfish, he knew that. But he couldn't help it. He wanted her here with him. He wanted her to stay, willingly.

Pertaining to her last words . . . "Are you more comfortable now?" He asked suggestively, a smile on his lips. He knew the dungeon was uncomfortable -- it was why he had thrown her in there. But now, experiencing tonight with her, he wanted to spend the next night with her, and he was fairly certain, all of the following ones. He leaned forward, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Because I can easily make arrangements for you to change accommodations from the dungeon, to here," he suggested in a low voice, any thoughts of her using this as a plot against him escaping from his mind. She then asked the one question that he had longed to address. Aye. Where were they. It was answered by her actions, kissing his lips tenderly. He let the soft embrace linger, speaking against her lips. "Somewhere around here . . . " He answered, before deepening the kiss, as his hand fell to her leg, moving one of her legs over his thigh, pressing their centers together.

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She had heard before that she was desirable, but it never meant so much than it did right now, coming from Hook. "Now who's the one who's full of compliments?" She asked teasingly. It was a strangely smooth transition from insults to compliments in such a short lapse of time. Perhaps all of the insults - at least on her part - were just spouts of anger at being attracted to him. No matter what the reason, the two of them were now basking in each other, and saying what was really on their mind. 

When he had told her that she would make a hell of a pirate, she felt a sense of pride. She'd never been told she would make a good...anything before. Of course her parents had implied that she'd make a wonderful queen one day, but that was something that Emma just figured that everyone told their royal daughters. It didn't mean it was true, though. However, when Hook told her she'd make a good pirate, she knew it was genuine..he wouldn't have said it if it hadn't have been true. He told her that perhaps she belonged there if she felt as if she did. "Maybe.." she spoke in a somewhat distant voice. This was something she would definitely have to touch on later after doing some serious thinking. 

For now, she was quite happy being distracted with the incredibly handsome pirate who was lying beside her, with his eyes filled with desire and passion.. a look that was just for her. She felt practically dizzy with how much she wanted him. He asked if she was comfortable, and she answered completely honestly. "More comfortable than I've been since I can remember.." He spoke of moving her from the dungeon to his room. "As long as you promise that if you get sick of me being in here you'll put me in another room and not the dungeon anymore..." she mused as a playful tease. She would have kept talking, but she was silenced by his words telling her where they had left off. "Oh right.." she whispered. "I remember now.." She shivered when she felt his hand against her thigh, and she leaned in to gently kiss the side of his neck.  

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

He smiled with amusement regarding her words of compliments, and how he was now the one full of them. "I was never short of them, Swan," he said teasingly, knowing his words were a bit exaggerated. For when she first came aboard, his compliments hadn't been made in attempt to flatter, but rather, to make her feel uncomfortable. Now, it seemed that his intentions had drastically changed and each compliment was meant to praise her rather than cause her discomfort. "I believe in giving praise where it is due," he added. And she most certainly was praise worthy.

She then spoke of how she was more comfortable than she had been since she could remember. He wondered about that, and decided to voice his curiosity. "More comfortable than your lavish and extravagant chambers in your grand castle?" He questioned with a slightly mocking and teasing tone in his voice. His question was also only partially rhetorical. She had said that she felt she didn't exactly belong there . . . and Hook was well aware that his attraction to her surpassed the physical. It was her strong personality and the traits he had quickly seen in her, that enticed him. That drew him to her.

She then spoke of him promising that should he grow sick of her, that he would not put her back in the dungeon. "Both of those possibilities are quite unlikely," he told her, knowing that he would not get sick of her. And that even though she should be his prisoner . . . he couldn't put her back in the dungeon. Not after tonight. "The quarters you are given shall be yours," he offered her. Whether this was all part of a scheme or not . . . he no longer cared. He had fallen for it, much harder than he thought possible. She then seemed to 'remember' where they had left off and he gave an ever so slight smile, before her actions thoroughly distracted him.

Her lips against his neck caused him to close his eyes and take a deep breath, inhaling her beautiful scent and basking in the sensation of her soft lips against his skin. He turned his head toward her, his lips pressed against the side of her head. He moved his head a little, nudging hers so that his lips could find her own, kissing her deeply and passionately. His hand went to her cheek, feeling the need to caress it in this moment, allowing himself to loose sight of being Hook, and just allowing himself to be Killian . . . for the first time in a long time.

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He had a point when he told her that he wasn't short on compliments.. however, before, they didn't quite feel...sincere. Not like they did now. She smiled and shook her head. "I suppose you're right." She spoke in a rather teasing sort of tone. He had wanted her to be uncomfortable before..but it hadn't worked. In fact, it might have been the lewd way he had spoke to her that first sparked something inside of her to find him attractive. Usually people spoke to her as some sort of higher being, and treated her like a porcelain doll - which she was certainly not, by any means. He treated her differently.. and now he was showing her that he could care about her..which made her want him even more. 

Hook had mocked her - although, not in a cruel way - about her lavish chambers in her castle, inquiring if she was more comfortable here, than she had been there. Her eyes playfully narrowed, and she scoffed. "Of course i'm more comfortable here. The bed at the castle was far too soft, and there were too many pillows." She had, of course been countering his mocking, but in a way she was telling the truth. It was a little -too- lavish for her tastes. She grew up with it, of course, but she was the type who'd rather do something herself rather than having servants do them for her. It made her feel awkward, and uncomfortable. The servants never did too much in the castle, though. Her mother would do things mostly because she had felt awful for something she had said to a servant when she was younger. "My mother, when she was very young, was apparently a little brat of a princess. She raised me to never be that type. Apparently I went the complete opposite.. now I'm not a huge fan of the other princesses I know, either. It's just..not my world."

This.. this was more her world. Out in the open, completely free at sea.. She felt an awful pain in the pit of her stomach that came with her parents thinking that she had been killed, or worse.. but she also knew that her mother and father would know that she could take care of herself. It was a possibility that they had thought that she ran away from her guards.. unless of course they found out somehow that her guards were killed to protect her. She pushed the negative thoughts from  her mind for now. She'd deal with her parents' troubled  minds and her desire for revenge on Regina later. Right now, she was busy allowing herself to be happy for the first time in what seemed like forever. "In that case," she mused, lifting her gaze to stare in to those stunning blue eyes. "I'd love to stay here with you..." 

Although she wished she would have met Hook under different circumstances, she wasn't going to dwell. When she felt his hand touching her cheek, she completely melted in to his kiss. It felt right, and although it was alarming how quickly things had taken a turn, she wasn't going to question it. She parted her lips, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, and she moved to wrap one of her legs around his waist, coaxing him to take her. She wanted him, no matter what anyone else thought. 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

He listened to Emma explain her chambers back home, or well specifically her bed; claiming that it was too soft with too many pillows. She had gone on to say that her mother had been a spoiled little princess, and that Emma was raised quite differently.

He had noticed that almost instantly in the way she had been so defiant of him. It had fascinated him, and he had known that that she was no ordinary princess. But her status had nothing to do with his attraction of her, and his desire for her. For once, he was not thinking of all the golds and riches she possessed. He saw her as a woman. . . . a very desirable woman. And that was all he focused on right now.

The conversation was distracted by their actions, as they shared another passionate kiss. Hook took full advantage of every movement she made, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth, taking in her delicious taste as he quenched his thirst for her. Her leg moving around his waist pressed them closer and he took it as a silent urge to do what he most wanted to in this moment.

He moved his own position a little, shifting his body so that he was over her again as he pushed inside of her. He heavily exhaled from the sensation and despite the fact that they had just recently done this . . . the familiarity in no way diminished the intensity. His hand fell down to her waist, moving her along with him to match the pace and meet each thrust, though it was also clear that she needed no assistance from him. Perhaps it was merely an excuse to touch her, wanting to feel her entire body with the only hand he had.

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When Emma felt Hook thrusting in to her, she inhaled with a sharp gasped, and exhaled with a soft moan. She clutched his shoulder as their bodies entwined with one another's. She whimpered softly, moaning once more against his lips as her hips slowly rocked while she adjusted to his size within her. Although she had been with men before, he was much more endowed than the others. If it wasn't for the fact that their mouths were busy moving together as though they were doing an intimate dance, she would be calling out his name already, even though they had only just started their encore from previous events. 

Her nails raked over his skin, and as he fell in to a rhythm, she began to fall in to the same euphoria that she had felt the first time he had taken her. She, no matter what others might have thought, belonged to him now. There was no logical reason that she should have been so enamored with him, but there was something that pulled her to him.. some sort of magnet within her soul. It all made her want more of him. "Hook," she moaned as she pulled out of the kiss to take a breath. She had forgotten, in the time while they were kissing so passionately, as he took her so feverishly, to breathe, and so when she finally did take a breath, it was a sharp inhale once more. "Ooh, Hook.." she exhaled, her voice trembling as she moaned his name.