<span style="font-family:Raleway">Blue eyes took in that red smile, the look in his eyes. She was quiet. His magic it was different after that taste of her soul. Seemingly eager for more. She could feel it, that dark, sticky feeling. Toxic and sweet it was, like molasses. That tug at her gentle soul, that wounded and vulnerable soul his magic seemed to manipulate so easily. Callie heard his words and her brow furrowed. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Of course he would never remind me of someone as violent and distasteful as you."</span> She spat back with a look of disdain. She eyed him as he eyed her. Then his eyes moved. He picked up the blade he had earlier, cutting his finger. A short command from his lips.<i> "Don't move. Don't speak."</i> She wasn't ready to fight him. His bloody finger came to her and smeared the blood across her skin. However unlike most, she was sensitive. She could feel the magic as it now moved its nasty sticky feeling into. Spider webbing across her soul in a way she detested. Her jaw tightened and he pressed a bloody finger to her forehead. Her mind becoming fuzzy at the overwhelming energy she could already feel. She nearly wanted to vomit. His fingers brushed away the stray blonde hairs and once again her blue eyes closed. What was this man doing. Suddenly a tingling, sting of warmth spread across her, starting at the symbols. Her teeth ground together harder. The heat began to sting as it met and mended wounds. She kept her body still, eyes closed  ans struggling to keep that soft whimper that threatened to turn into a scream. Suddenly it was all gone. Not a single thing around or on her. Her blue eyes shot open. His eyes were closed for but a moment before her eyes drew back to him and found his closed. She glanced down at her now clear skin. Healed.<br/>
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She pressed herself up and a scowl crossed her face as he spoke of performance.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"> "Am I ready?"</span> she hissed back. A new fire took hold of those blue eyes. Was she prepared to let him own her? Absolutely not, even healed she was stuck in the middle of the ocean with this man. She was stuck with the feeling of debt she felt to him. Stuck with a man who knew and practiced magic. She was not ready for any of the events that had happened. However she was ready to outsmart him. She was ready to let this moment make her really decide what she wanted. That sticky feeling was so heavy on her soul. Pulling tugging her in ways she had never felt magic. He was staring at her when her hand met his throat. Her movements nearly impossible even for him to catch. She had sat up and been on top of in in next to seconds as her bare body now touched to his. Soft skin pressing against his and she suddenly bit his lip as her hand tightened against his throat. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Killing you would be a bad idea. But don't think I don't want to... Captain." </span>She purred in a sweet yet venomous tone. Her lips dragged across his chin as she did something no man could have expected from a woman like her. Her finger held onto him like none before, her free hand found his enormous cock and grabbed it roughly. Her lips found his ear, slowly she nipped it. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"How dare you use your magic and see my personal memories.</span>" Her left released him and she used her body to flip him over so she was on top. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Be careful what you ask for Captain."</span> She then released his throat. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"I thought about it. I have no where to go until we find land, so for now. We can both enjoy ourselves."</span> He'd feel something from her. Something very different, something not so normal.<br/>
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Her hands ran over his chest and a devilish look in her eyes as her soft golden locks fell over clear milky skin. Fingers dancing over his skin. It had been years since she had let a man touch her, or allowed someone see her exposed like this. He had taken it by force and even now she didn't particularly like the idea, but if he made it worth her time maybe she'd not hate. She wouldn't be completely sure until she did it. She leaned forward and smirked at him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"> "It looks like I am to bed the devil."</span> her fingers traced over the tattoos that decorated his skin. Her smile softened. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"The real question is, are you prepared Captain?"</span> She watched him carefully.</span>