Perhaps that was the great difference between himself and the King. While they were both men of great appetites who had bedded their fair share of lovely women, Charles did not need a steady stream of new bedmates to satisfy himself or to feel virile. When he found one who could match his lusts as well as Anne, the pirate was content to keep her.

When the beautiful woman pressed herself tighter against him, crushing her breasts against his chest, Charles wrapped his arms around her and squeezed even tighter. He wanted Anne to feel the ripple of his muscles and the pumping of his hips while he fucked her senseless once more. Their mouths collided, hungry and hot.