Lucy gives Clarissa a fierce, angry kiss

Lucy grasped the handle of Edmund and Clarissa's cabin door.

"No, don't go, Lucy, give me a kiss!" Clarissa demanded. "You must!"

Lucy whipped her head round and bent, taking Clarissa's lips fiercely with hers. A hint of liquor lingered on Clarissa's breath. Lucy pressed hard with her lips, levering Clarissa's mouth open with her chin, and thrust her tongue inside. Clarissa whimpered. Her hands flew up to Lucy's bosom and squeezed her breasts.

Edmund protested, "Lucy, leave off!"

Lucy took Clarissa by the shoulders and thrust her back into Edmund's arms. The front of Lucy's nightshirt tore open. Flushed an angry red, Lucy's breath hissed in and out of her nostrils. Her exposed nipples were swollen erect. A blood-beaded scratch marked the path of Clarissa's fingernail.

Clarissa looked back, wide-eyed. "Lucy, Lucy!" she said.

Lucy said, "Edmund, take her."

Edmund enfolded Clarissa in his arms from behind.

Lucy gathered her coat in front of her to cover the ripped-open front of her nightshirt.

"Oh Lucy!" Clarissa pleaded.

"Clarissa dear," Edmund whispered. "Have you been bad to Lucy? I think you need correction,"

"No!" Clarissa said. Her green eyes filled with fear. And was that shame Lucy saw?

"Yes, indeed, you must be corrected," Edmund said.

Clarissa bowed her head. "Forgive me," she said. Her tense posture eased, but her feet twitched restlessly.

"Lucy, I would have you stay," Edmund said.