32. Sage
Sage
Adrian and I stood in the showers, neither sure what kind of move should be made right now.
I wasn’t quite sure why I asked him to stay.
I mean, I wanted him to because I was too afraid to be alone, and because a part of me couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity to get naked together again.
But I hadn’t meant to let those quiet thoughts out.
Now we were here, though, and the room felt steamy before I even turned on the hot water.
“Will you unlace me?” I asked, turning so the back of my dress was facing him. This was definitely one I could take off without him, but I didn’t want to.
He swallowed. “Yes.”
Adrian came up behind me and undid the bow at the base of the corset. It was really there as decoration. The ribbon was all stretch, an ingenious invention to make dressing an independent task.
His fingers worked to pull the strap up and away, one out from beneath the other, until I had to hold it up in the front. Once they were all done, I dropped the dress, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my cream chemise.
Adrian was drinking me in as if he’d been lost at sea for days and I was the first drop of fresh water he’d seen. His heavy gaze made me want to put on a bit of a show for him.
My hand came up and flicked off one of the thin straps of my garment, letting it fall partway down my arm. His eyes tracked the movement like a predator, waiting for the perfect movement to coil its prey.
Those eyes moved again when I began lifting the bottom of my skirt, just enough to hook my fingers over my panties and pull them down slowly, leaving them in the pile with my dress.
I went to lower the next strap, but was quickly halted. Adrian was on me, had approached me so quickly I hardly saw the movement.
His tail wrapped around me, gently circling my ankles, letting me know there was nowhere I could run from him.
Instead of his hand, he leaned into me, not taking his eyes off mine until he was tucked into my neck, nuzzling the spot right below my ear.
My breath caught as he kissed there and continued down, kissing over my neck, my collarbone, all the way over to that single strap keeping me clothed.
Each kiss of his lips heated my skin, as if I’d been touched by the sun.
As soon as he reached the strap, his teeth latched onto it, gently pulling it off the side. His slightly sharp teeth scraped against me as he went, the bit of pain a connection straight to my cunt.
I let the entire garment fall after the second strap, leaving me fully bare.
Adrian took a slight step back, looking at me again.
The first time he’d stared at me like this, it felt like he was looking for each individual flaw I had, ready to expose me for the fraud I was.
But now I knew he was just admiring me. And something about it was so fucking sexy I could hardly think about it.
As he straightened, he slowly, too slowly, unbuttoned his own vest, slinking it down to the floor.
The tunic he was left in had him looking… borderline sinful. It was still pretty wet, and the fabric was light, clinging to his skin, and was totally see-through. It would have been less hot if he didn’t have a shirt on at all.
Though, when he threw it over his head, leaving himself truly exposed, I might have eaten my words. I’d never seen someone built like a wall of muscle. The work he did on a daily basis left him with toned abs and large arms.
He drifted towards me again, and I took a step back, glad to see his tail wasn’t still there, ready to trip me. I was led into one of the shower stalls, pushed until Adrian could reach the tap to turn the spout on. The water rushed over our heads, already warm and inviting.
He proceeded to grab the soap on the small shelf next to us and poured some out on his hands, rubbing them together and beginning to wash all over my body.
His hands caressed over my shoulders, moving slowly over the swell of my breasts, between my fingers, down the dips in my hips.
He washed my legs, and between them, thoroughly, but kept it completely task oriented, despite my huff of protest.
Once my body was done, he gave my hair the same treatment. Running the soap through the strands, massaging my scalp so moons damned well I moaned at the sensation.
When he was done he let me rise, giving himself a quick once over and rinse. I’d never felt… cared for in this way. I wished to sink into the feeling of this moment and live there, never planning to leave.
I watched as the water pelted against his scales as he rinsed, and couldn’t help myself from running my hands over his chest. I felt his deep inhale from underneath me, reacting the slightest bit to my touch.
My hand made to pull away, but his fell atop of mine, keeping me pressed to him. I glanced up at him, and our eyes meeting felt like a lightning strike. We fell into a heated kiss, his hands falling to my waist, pulling me in until we were flush together, my hand trapped between our bodies.
He let his embrace fall slightly lower, cupping just under my ass and lifting me.
I was in the air, my legs wrapped around his waist and my back to the wall, pinning me there as he took what he wanted.
His tongue pressed to my lips until I opened for him, letting him explore me exactly how he needed.
I could feel his cock poking against my ass, rubbing to get any kind of friction. I tried to move myself so we would line up, so he could sink in deep, exactly where I needed him.
Before he made to fully press inside of me, Adrian pinned me back, not letting us go any further.
“I want to take you fully, flower,” he breathed against my skin. “But I want you properly. Not here.”
I swallowed. “Okay.”
We managed to get ourselves together enough to dry off and wrap up in a towel. I assumed we’d get dressed, but Adrian instead looked to make sure no one was there and we made a break for it, hurrying to his room right down the hall.
I laughed at the absurdity of it all, cackling the whole way.
As soon as we reached it, however, all the laughing died. Adrian threw me down to his bed, sliding on top of me and kissing me silent.
The towels fell, and we were back to being perfectly naked for each other. Kisses and touches were everywhere all at once, each of us grasping at the chance to make some kind of contact.
I gasped as I felt the head of his cock rub along my lips, right against my clit. The ridges along his entire length were enough to nearly undo me right then.
A few strokes later, he lined himself up at my entrance. He gave me a swift glance, affirming I was okay before pressing in.
It was like nothing I’d felt before. Of course he was big, but because of the different shape and ridges, it was a totally different experience, one I certainly didn’t hate.
Adrian slid in ever so slowly, making me feel every inch of him until his knot bumped against my clit. My fingertips dug into his shoulders, my nails probably leaving some marks.
“Feel okay, flower?” he asked, obviously holding back for my sake.
“I feel perfect,” I told him. “Now I need to feel you fucking me. I told you I liked it rough.”
He leaned forward, sinking his head into the pillow next to me. “How did I land someone like you?” he mumbled into my hair.
“By kidnapping me,” I said with a smile.
He let out the prettiest huff of a laugh. “You got me there.”
Just as needy for this as I was, he pulled all the way out before sinking back in, quickening his thrusts.
Our ragged breaths and the sounds of our bodies pressing together drowned out anything else. For a few minutes everything going on around us, my necklace, the ship, the wide ocean I was carrying a magical compass to, fell away and it was just us.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he swore. “Perfect for me.”
I met his movements, getting pulled closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Harder. Your knot,” I begged.
“No knot for you yet, princess. Show me you can handle me without it,” he grunted, thrusting in and out of me so fast it wasn’t long before I crumbled, my entire body thrust into a sea of pleasure I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to come back from.
It didn’t take long for him to thrust a few more times, pulling out and squeezing his knot to coat my body in his cum. Rope after rope hit my stomach, my chest, even reaching my chin.
When he finished, he fell down beside me, both of us working to catch our breaths.
The captain tilted towards me, running his finger over my stomach, where his cum painted my skin.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Reveling in seeing you covered in me.”
No dim lighting in the world was enough to cover the way my body flushed from head to toe.
After a few more minutes he grabbed one of the towels and cleaned us both up, coming back to lay with me.
“So what happens now?” I asked, drawing those same absent shapes across his chest.
I could have been asking about my necklace, but we both knew I wasn’t.
“What do you want to happen?”
“You’re asking me?”
His brows drew together. “Of course, it’s about what you want too.”
“I…” I wasn’t sure. Up until this point, everything had seemed so…
planned out. Eventually, I would be expected to marry, I would pick someone decent who would take care of me, maybe someone who was a bit of a pushover—I still liked to get my way of course—and then I’d…
die, I guess. It sounded bad when I thought about it that way, but that was just what princesses did.
Even Sorcha married a king.
But now, all of that felt so… hollow. My entire life did. I craved something different.
“I guess I only want you.”
His face was blank, eyes bouncing around my face. My fear of rejection suddenly reared its ugly head. I wanted to take all those words and shove them right back into my mouth, as if they’d never been there at all.
I braced myself for being told I’d read the entire situation wrong.
“I want that too.”
I must have misheard him. “What?”
His hand laced around mine, bringing my fingers towards his lips. “I… I don’t know how it works, or why it works. But this,” he gestured between us, “works. And I don’t want to let you go. I want to see where this could go.”
It felt like that warm light was now radiating from inside of me rather than the gem. “I want that as well.”
I smiled, leaning into him. Even though the evening was kind of a disaster, this made up for it.
Suddenly, I shot up, remembering what I wanted to show him. “Hold on.” I started scrambling out of bed.
I got a step or two away from him before Adrian wrapped his tail around me. “Where are you going.”
“I have something for you.”
I slid one of his shirts over my head. It fell to my mid-thigh, which would be fine for a trip down the hall.
“I’ll be right back.”
I ran out, catching some strange glances, but was too focused to care. When I got to my room I pulled the drawer open, grabbed the pocket watch, and ran back.
Adrian was waiting there, still completely shirtless, though now sitting up, his interest obviously peaked.
I was momentarily distracted by his bare chest, but was quick to shake myself out of it.
I joined him back on the bed and he drew me into his lap, wrapping his tail over my legs. It was clear the captain liked touch, which was good, because I did too.
“You mentioned you and Coltar had a set of pocket watches. And I found this a couple days after I moved in.”
I picked the silver watch up and he took it, examining it.
“Where was it?” he sounded distant.
“There was a false bottom in one of the drawers. I’m assuming that was his room?”
Adrian nodded against me. “It was, it’s why it was vacant. I couldn’t bring myself to fill it. But when you came, it was the only empty one.”
“Anyway, I thought you’d want to have it.”
He opened the mechanism, which I hadn’t done. The watch no longer ticked, stuck at the fourth mark on the dot.
“Thank you.” He put it in his own drawer next to the bed and curled against me.