She stilled the motion of her body, and gave his neck a last gentle suck before pulling her lips from his flesh with a barley audible smack. Then she sighed, nuzzled the angry red flesh on his neck where she'd bitten him, and purred into his ear: "Poor foolish Pirate! Can't say I didn't warn you. Guys are sooo easy: flash a little tit, bat your eyelashes, beg for a kiss, and..." she drew the tip of her tongue across his bruised throat, "dinner is served." She gave a cruel little chuckle. "You're delicious, by the way. So sweet and salty and hot; part of me just wants to...mmm...rip your...