Author's note: In celebration of the new stills (seriously if you haven't seen them...GO SEE THEM NOW. I'll wait.), I bring you the next chapter! As always...rated M for a very good reason. ;)
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Chapter 3
Over the last few weeks, Emma had grown accustomed to the gentle swaying of a ship. When she forced herself to rest, it never failed to put her to sleep. It almost felt like she was closer to Killian, as if she knew that somewhere he was out there swaying with the same waves. It had been a great comfort to her when she inevitably started to second guess her admittedly insane plan to run away and find her pirate. In her darkest moments, she wondered if she'd just imagined their connection; if she'd latched onto it as a means to escape her fate. Then she'd see him in her dreams and wake up even more determined to find him, to find out once and for all if what they had was real.
She almost couldn't believe it when he appeared the deck of Captain Drake's ship; she hadn't been lying when she told Killian that she'd searched every mast they saw for the crimson flag. But for her pirate to be the one to find her...any doubt that she had about their draw to one another vanished when their eyes locked on the deck. She had found him. He had found her. They had found each other, just like her parents had so many times.
Now she was here on his ship, in his quarters, with his warm body pressed against her back. Just like that first night, Emma's body ached from their exertions the night before. But they were making up for lost time, all that frustrated desire needing an outlet. And if what she felt against the crease of her ass was any indication, they weren't done. Not by a long shot. She wondered if they ever would be.
She could tell the moment Killian awoke by the way his arm tightened around her middle. "Hmm, morning, love," he mumbled, his accent thicker with sleep. He brushed a kiss across the back of her neck and she shivered. "Sleep well?"
Emma smiled, even though he couldn't see her face. "Very well, Captain." She ran her hand over his forearm, enjoying the possessive way he held her, like he was never going to let her go.
"'S good. Wouldn't want the princess to be uncomfortable." He peppered her skin with light kisses, until his head appeared over her shoulder. Even like this—hair tousled from sleep and her eager fingers, blue eyes heavy, smile lazy—he was by far the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. She bit her lip as he peered down at her. "There you are."
Emma nodded, inexplicable nerves coiling in her stomach. She didn't know what she could possibly be nervous about; she'd already given him her body...many times over. She was close to giving him her heart too; that frightened her. In practical terms, she still hardly knew him. But somehow she knew he would keep her safe. And she knew that he needed her, the same way she needed him. That was enough, for now.
"Gods, but you're a beautiful lass," he said quietly, reverently. He brushed some hair away from her face. "A man could die happy staring at you, love."
Emma felt her cheeks flush a little. "Is that all you're gonna do? Stare?"
Killian gave her a cheeky grin. "Does the princess have something else in mind?"
She wiggled against him, relishing the way his eyes closed as she came into contact with his hardness. "Minx," he muttered. "You certainly are a quick study, princess."
Emma grinned, her nerves slowly melting away as he responded to her touch. She wanted to explore with him, learn the things he liked, what brought him the most pleasure. He'd awoken something in her she didn't quite understand, but she wanted to. And she wanted it with him and only him. "Do we have time, or will your crew miss you?"
"I always have time for the gorgeous lass in my bed, love." He rolled her onto her back and hovered above her, slipping easily between her legs. "I am the captain, after all." Killian flashed her a grin before capturing her lips in a kiss, his good hand trailing over her naked body. They hadn't bothered with clothing while they slept, almost as if they knew this would happen when they woke up.
Emma was bolder now, no longer relying solely on instinct when they were together. She trailed her hands down his back, the muscles bunching and flexing under her touch. It was still hard for her to believe that someone like him could want her this much, the princess who was far more comfortable with a sword in her hand than proper princess behavior. But she supposed that was what had brought them together, her willingness to throw propriety to the wind. She was the one who had invited him into her bed after all. And now she never wanted him to leave.
Killian growled as she touched him, her hands squeezing his ass. She'd discovered how much he liked that the night before by accident and now she planned on taking full advantage. "Oh, you think you're a clever lass, don't you?" he said, his tongue licking the shell of her ear. "I think not, princess."
He rolled them over in the confined space of the bunk, until he was the one on his back. Emma looked down at him in confusion until he settled her legs on either side of his hips. She could feel him throbbing against her wet folds and it made her shiver. "Yes, I think this will do nicely," he muttered, giving her one last kiss before pushing her up into a sitting position. "Rise up on your knees, Emma." She did as he asked, still wondering what he was planning. She watched in fascination as his good hand slid between them and wrapped round his length, his thumb stroking the tip. "You're gonna ride me, love. It'll feel good, I promise."
Emma bit her lip, wondering how that would work. Ride him? Like a horse? Was that even possible? She assumed it must be; he wouldn't be asking her to do it otherwise. She wondered who else he'd done that with and jealousy curled in her stomach. She looked down at him and nodded, determined to prove that she could do this. She could be everything for him.
Killian's stump fell to her hip as he guided her down; she felt the tip of him pressing once more at her entrance and she sucked in a breath as he slipped inside. The pain was long since gone; all she felt now was the delicious drag and stretch as he filled her. Emma bent her knees, catching on quickly, sinking down and down until he was fully sheathed inside her. She let out a low moan; he'd been right, of course. Even like this, having him inside her felt like heaven.
Killian groaned at the sight of her, his good hand coming to rest at her hip. "So beautiful, Emma." Gently, he pushed on her hips, urging her to move. Emma rose up experimentally—just a little—and saw his eyes roll back in his head. "Gods, love," he muttered. "You have to move. Please."
He'd never begged for her before and she had to admit it made her feel powerful in a way she'd never experienced. That's when she realized that she controlled this; he only felt pleasure when she chose. It was a heady feeling. Emma repeated her movement, moving just a little bit more, up and down, carefully watching his face. It took a few tries to really get the hang of it—he slipped out of her a couple of times, making them both whine in protest—but once Emma found a rhythm that they both liked she found herself drowning in pleasure. Killian held on to her hips as she moved, his fingers digging into her flesh, almost hard enough to bruise. But she didn't care. She wanted to remember this.
Killian started meeting her hips with his own, bucking up under her, unable to hold back any longer. "That's it, Emma," he said. "So good." His praise was intoxicating; she loved hearing just how good she made him feel. She moved faster, her stomach muscles starting to clench. It wouldn't be long before she tumbled over the edge. She was learning her own body's reactions just as much as she was reading his.
Killian moved his hand, brushing his thumb just above the place where they were joined. Her movement faltered as a shudder raced down her spine. "Killian..." she whispered, bracing her hands on his slick chest.
"You feel so good wrapped around me, love. So tight. Just let go for me, Emma. It's alright. Come for me."
His low growl went straight through her, right to where he touched her with sure strokes. Emma squeezed her eyes shut as she fell apart above him, stars bursting behind her eyelids. Her movement became jerky and erratic as he continued to thrust up into her chasing his own release. She was still spasming around him when he spilled himself inside her with a shout moments later.
Emma's breath came in short harsh pants as she collapsed bonelessly across his chest, unable to hold herself up any longer. She could feel their hearts pounding against their rib cages, the blood rushing in her ears. Emma felt him wrap his arms around her back and she buried her face in the crook his neck. Pleasure still spiked her blood, little shivers raced over her skin. How was she supposed to find this kind of feeling with anyone else?
Killian stroked her back as they laid there, brushing a kiss across her temple. Emma hummed happily, feeling content and sated. "Do you have to go?" she mumbled, knowing he had duties to attend to as captain.
"Soon," he replied quietly. "Not yet."
Emma noticed immediately when Killian slid out of their bed. She curled in on herself as she watched him dress quietly; she wasn't sure if she should join him or stay behind. As much as she didn't want to let him out of her sight, she didn't want to cause friction with his crew. Better to let them get used to her presence before making waves, as it were. After shrugging into his long coat, Killian bent down to brush some hair out of her face.
"I'll be back soon, love," he said, kissing her forehead. "Bring us some breakfast from the galley, yeah? You should rest."
She nodded, not wanting to seem needy or clingy. It was only for a little while and she was tired. It had been an intense couple of days already. He smiled, brushing his thumb over the rise of her cheek. "There's a good girl. You sleep and I'll be back before you know it."
He stood, clicking his hook back into place and left the room, closing the door securely behind him. Emma buried her face in the pillow, inhaling his scent. He smelled like rum and leather and salt. It didn't take long before her tired body succumbed to the sway of the ocean and she fell into a deep sleep, the best sleep she'd gotten since she left home.
"My lady, you can't. Your parents..."
"Greta, if one thing has been made clear to me since the Dark One arrived here, it's that my parents can't protect me anymore. I have to do this. I won't marry that fool."
Emma furiously shoved a few more pieces of precious clothing into her rucksack; it had been two days since she'd missed her meeting with Killian. Two insufferable days where she'd been expected to be courteous and enthusiastic about her impending marriage. And she couldn't do it. Not when her pirate was out there somewhere. What had begun as a plan to thwart Rumplestiltskin had become so much more than that. Killian was so much more than that. And Emma wasn't giving him up without a fight.
After swearing her maid to secrecy, Emma waited for the first moonless night, slipping silently from her room taking advantage of the deep darkness and her own intimate knowledge of the castle to the secret passage just outside her parents' suite. They'd installed it just after their marriage when the kingdom was still under threat from the Evil Queen. It was only to be used in the event of a breach of the castle's defenses, but Emma had found it as a child, using it to sneak out and play in the courtyard. She hadn't used it in years, but it was just as she remembered.
Emma lit a torch once she was inside, carefully climbing down the steep passage. Just before she got to the bottom, she snuffed out her torch and readjusted her rucksack. She was only going to get one shot at this. If she failed, they'd lock her in her room until the wedding and she'd have no hope of escape.
Emma took a deep breath and pushed open the door. There didn't appear to be anyone in the courtyard when she emerged, but she knew the sentry was due any moment. She hurried along the wall, sticking to the shadows until the last possible moment. Then she ran for the portcullis, looking to climb it and squeeze through the gap at the top.
"Stop! You there!"
Emma didn't turn, just kept running. She felt someone grab for her from behind and she spun around, her knee coming up automatically. It made contact, causing her attacker to hunch over in pain. She thought briefly about finding something to knock the man out, but there wasn't enough time. She shoved the sentry to the ground, still in pain, and turned back to the portcullis. She could hear shouts now, her tussle with the sentry alerting others. Soon the entire castle would be roused.
Emma climbed as if her life depended on it, thankful for her father's insistence that she be taught how to defend herself and get out of sticky situations. In moments, she was over the top and climbing down, jumping the last few feet. Once her feet were on the ground, Emma ran again, this time for the forest, where Greta was waiting for her.
The younger girl huddled under a tree, shaking like a leaf. Emma ran up to her, out of breath, but feeling exhilarated. She was almost free.
"Did you get it?"
"Yes, my lady, it's attached to the saddle."
Emma threw her rucksack into a saddle bag and looked down at her maid. She would miss Greta. But she had to get away from here. "Do you remember what I asked?"
"Yes."
"And I have your word?"
"But all of your things..."
"They're just things, Greta. They can be replaced. My freedom can't. Do I have your word that you'll do as I asked?"
Greta stood up, nodding her head. "Thank you," Emma said, blinking back sudden tears. Her mother especially would be upset, but there was nothing for it. It was either leave or be condemned to little better than slavery. "I hope we'll see one another again." Emma hugged the girl and climbed up onto her horse. With one swift kick of her heels, she was off and away from everything she'd ever known.
Emma didn't look back when she heard the alarm raised for a fire in the castle.
When Emma woke up, Killian was still missing. She assumed he was off dealing with...something. She wasn't intimately knowledgeable about all that was required of a ship captain, especially a pirate captain. When she'd stowed away on Captain Drake's ship, she'd stayed as far away from the rest of the crew as she could, only emerging when she couldn't take being cooped up any longer. She spent hours at the rail searching the horizon for signs of her pirate. Captain Drake was the only one aware of her true identity and had taken pity on her. She'd been on his ship far longer than she expected, but in the end she found what she'd been looking for.
Emma climbed out of the bunk, her sore muscles protesting fiercely. Emma didn't mind the burn, however. It was a reminder that her quest had been successful and that she was with Killian at last. She dug in her rucksack for some clean clothes. Her only earthly possessions were in there; the rest having gone up in flames in the castle. She knew from her mother's experience with the Evil Queen that a sorcerer could use her possessions to locate her, so she'd destroyed everything that belonged to her. It would make it that much more difficult for them to follow her.
Once she was dressed in a loose tunic and breeches, Emma wondered what she should do next. Killian promised to return with something to eat and she was starving. Emma momentarily considered wandering for her own breakfast—or was it lunch now—but changed her mind. She still didn't know how Killian's crew felt about her being on board. Unlike before, passing for a man was out of the question. So she decided to examine his cabin instead. What she found surprised her. There were shelves of books; they were well worn and dusty as if they hadn't been read in quite a long time. Once again, she wondered what had happened to Killian that made him the way he was. She pulled out one of the thicker books—Regulations of the Royal Navy- and started flipping through it, her eyes scanning the pages for some clue about her pirate's past.
The knock on the door startled her, the book falling gracelessly to the floor. She looked up in time to see Killian stepping through the door, basket hanging from his hook and a jug of water in his hand.
His brow creased as he looked at her. "Did I startle you, love? You look a fright."
"No, no, it's okay. I was just reading."
"I see." Killian sat his goodies on the desk and bent down to pick up her fallen book. "Afraid you won't get much from that, love," he said with distaste, handing it back to her. "Very boring."
"Why do you have it?"
For the first time, he looked a bit uncomfortable. "It was my brother's. He died."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"It was a long time ago, love."
Emma moved closer to him, taking his hand in hers. "I'm still sorry. But I'll understand if you don't want to talk about it."
Killian looked down at their joined hands, then back at her face. "You are far too kind to dastardly pirate, Emma."
She smiled. "Hey, I happen to like the dastardly pirate. And I'm not exactly a paragon of virtue here. I did invite the dastardly pirate into my bed and practically begged him to have his way with me. And that's not even counting all the other not lady like things I've done. You've got yourself a princess who's not all that fond of actually being a princess, Captain."
"And do I? Do I have the princess?"
Emma leaned up and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. "You have the princess for as long as you want her."
"That might be a long time, love."
"I know."
This all had the probability of blowing up in both their faces, but it didn't matter. It was too important not to at least try. Emma would take all the happiness she could find with him, and hope that if something did happen, it would be enough to keep her warm through the lonely days without him. Because she was fairly certain he'd ruined her for anyone else.
When she looked back at him, there was something in his eyes, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Whatever it was it was gone as almost as soon as it came. Killian grinned down at her, gesturing at the basket with his hook. "I brought you some things from the galley. You must be starving by now. Let's eat and you can tell me how you wound up on that ship."
It was almost normal, sitting at his desk munching on bread and cheese, telling the story of how she escaped the castle. Killian winced sympathetically when she got to the part with the sentry.
"Remind me never to upset you," he said, taking another bite of cheese. "Bloody dangerous."
"My father always insisted I know how to defend myself...just in case."
"He might be regretting that now."
Emma chewed on her lip. She knew her parents had to be worried and frightened, but she couldn't go back. "I don't care," she said defiantly. "How could they do this? How could they marry me off? To someone I don't love? It's not fair."
"Not much in this world is fair, love. Believe me, I know." The bitterness in his words surprised her.
"Your brother?" she guessed.
Killian sighed heavily. "Aye." He paused, as if weighing whether or not he wanted to tell the story. "Come here, lass," he said at last, tugging on her hand to pull her into his lap. She went without hesitation, immediately relaxing as his arms came around her. "The Jolly Roger used to be a ship of the line, the pride of our kingdom's fleet. My brother, Liam, was her captain. She was the Jewel of the Realm then. I was his lieutenant."
"You were in the navy? Which kingdom?"
"It doesn't matter. We were sent on a mission to find a plant that healed all wounds...or so we were told. It turned out the plant was a deadly poison. Dreamshade. Liam, the stubborn arse, scratched himself with one of the thorns and...he died in my arms." Killian paused again; Emma could see the tears swimming in his blue eyes. She waited patiently for him to continue, not speaking, sensing he didn't want her pity. "I took over the ship and vowed to get my revenge. Turned the Jewel into the Jolly Roger and hoisted the crimson banner. I've been a pirate ever since."
Emma wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, brushing a kiss over his temple. Her heart broke for him; she could see how the loss of his beloved brother still hurt him. It occurred to her just how strong his connection to her must be if he was willing to risk that kind of pain again...just for her.
"I had all my things burned," she said quietly. "To make sure they couldn't find me."
Killian looked at her curiously. "How's that?"
"Magic. When my mother was fighting the Evil Queen...you can locate people with magic," she explained. "With something they own. I asked Greta to burn all of my possessions after I left."
Killian swallowed, his eyes wide. "You destroyed all your earthly possessions...so you could run away and find me?" She nodded. She wanted him to know how important this was to her, even if she couldn't exactly put what she was feeling into words. "Gods, love, I'm not worth all that. Why would you do that?"
"You're worth it to me. I know all of this is crazy. I know this shouldn't work, but since that day in the great hall...it feels like I'm alive for the first time in my life. Like I'm finally living the life that I want to live. I don't want to be Queen or rule or any of that. I did those things because they were expected of me, not because I actually wanted to. I want this. I want you."
"I swear I'll look after you, Emma. Anything you want...it's yours."
She smiled. "I already have what I want."
"Do tell, love."
"Well, there's a certain pirate captain I'm rather fond of..."
Killian raised an incredulous brow. "Really now? Do I need to fetch my sword? Challenge him to single combat perhaps?"
"I hope not. We wouldn't want to harm that pretty face...or that pretty...everything else." She blushed furiously, still getting accustomed to this side of herself. It was something she'd hadn't even known about before him.
"Everything else? I know you can do better than that, princess." His voice was low and coaxing, urging her to come further out of her shell.
Emma let her hand rest over the bare skin of his chest, where his shirt lay open. "You hardly need me to tell you how handsome you are, Killian."
Killian pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "On the contrary, love, your opinion is the only one that matters to me anymore."
"Funny, I could say the same thing about you."
"Tired of courtiers fawning all over you?"
Emma wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Believe it or not, that is not as flattering as it sounds."
"What, having men at your beck and call? I'm surprised you didn't have a line of suitors from here to Neverland."
"Who says I didn't?"
"If you did, I'm fairly certain you wouldn't be here."
Emma leaned until her lips brushed over the shell of his ear. "You're the only man I want in my bed, Killian. The only one I want inside me." She tugged on the lobe with her teeth, pleased when she heard him groan. He gave her the confidence to do things she'd only ever read about, to embrace her more sensual side. She could be anything she wanted with him.
Killian's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging to her flesh. She moved down below his ear, kissing along his neck, paying attention to the sounds he made. She adjusted her seat, giving her better access to his throat. The scruff of his beard tickled her nose as she moved; she could feel his pulse jump under her tongue and it only spurred her on. She was the one that was making him feel like this; she couldn't help the swell of pride that rose in her. Her hand slid under his shirt and vest, exploring the plains of his chest, the hair soft under her fingertips.
"Emma, love, if you want this to go any further, you best let me up." She could feel what her ministrations were doing to him; he was hard and warm against her thigh. She left one last nip to his neck before getting up. Killian immediately stood and shrugged out of his heavy coat; his fingers going to his vest and shirt. Emma, eager to touch him, helped him strip to the waist, then pushed him back into the chair. She knelt before him, eyes feasting on his exposed skin. She would never get over just how gorgeous he really was. Her fingers traced the leather of his brace, up to where it buckled across his shoulder. Carefully, she unbuckled it and slid it off, the ravaged end of his stump exposed. She'd seen it before, but hadn't really gotten to touch it. It didn't bother her in the slightest; it was just another part of him. Emma touched it lightly, feeling the bumps and ridges. She lowered her head and kissed every one, letting him see that she accepted this part of him. Emma felt his hand tangle in her hair and she took that as a good sign.
She hadn't had much chance to explore his body the way he had hers. Part of her had still been too scared, but mostly it was just that Killian was that demanding. She didn't really have a frame of reference, but even she could tell he was a very attentive lover, at least with her. Her pleasure always came first. This time she wanted to do something for him. So she did the things she had imagined that day in the Great Hall, when she'd wondered how he'd feel under her touch. Killian was all hard muscle and sinew; his skin tasted faintly of salt. She worked her way across his chest, his legs opening for her to give her all the access she wanted.
"Gods, Emma," he breathed as she found a sensitive spot on his ribcage. "Can't remember the last time someone touched me like this."
She blinked up at him in surprise, disbelief coloring her features. How could a woman see this man and not want to touch him? It made no sense to her. She may have been untouched before him, but she wasn't a fool. She'd heard lewd stories from some of the servants that would have made her mother furious if she'd known. As far as Emma was concerned, Killian was the embodiment of all those things that a male specimen should be, hook be damned. And now, he was all hers.
"Killian..."
"Please, love, don't stop. Your mouth..." He quirked a brow at her, his eyes suddenly far away. "Lass, I know you haven't done this, but could you..." He gestured down to his pants, where the bulge strained against the laces. "I want to feel that mouth on me, Emma. Please."
His blue eyes pleaded with her. His breathing was shallow, hips rocking ever so slightly, need practically radiated off him. In her exploration, she hadn't noticed the full effect of her ministrations. She hesitated, unsure how to proceed.
"Nevermind," she heard him mumble.
"No!" Emma cried, a bit louder than she meant to. "It's like you said. I've never...show me?"
"You're a brave lass, Emma." Killian loosened the laces on his pants, sighing in relief as his length came free. Here in the daylight, she could get a good look at it for the first time. Her mouth went dry, she could feel her core clench involuntarily. The things he could do to her with that...she shook her head absently. This wasn't about her. She wanted to do this for him. But Killian caught the look on her face, beaming with pride. "Later, lass. I promise. Now up on your knees."
She did as he asked, raising herself up. Killian nudged his pants down his hips enough so that they wouldn't be in her way. He stroked himself a few times before bringing his hand to her shoulder and encouraging her to bend toward him. "Go on, Emma. Wrap your hand around me. That's it." She repeated his stroking, still getting used to how he felt in her hand, hot and hard and smooth. Killian moaned softly, biting his lip. "Now...lower your head, lass. Just go at your own pace." He threaded his fingers into her hair again, guiding her down. Emma took a deep breath, then opened her mouth, taking him in. It was a strange sensation at first, but when her tongue brushed up against him, she jumped back as his hips rocked up suddenly.
"Sorry!"
"No, love, it's my fault. You just felt so good...I couldn't hold back." He settled deeper in the chair. "Care to try again?"
Emma looked at him skeptically, but moved back into her former position. She wanted to prove to herself that she could do this. That she could be what he needed. Because the way she was starting to need him scared her a little. She bent over and took him in once more, as far as she could without choking, then pulled back. Killian's deep sigh of satisfaction let her know that she was on the right track. She kept going, gaining confidence as she moved, licking him with her tongue the way he did for her. Soon, Killian's hand was back in her hair, guiding her, encouraging her to move faster.
"Gods, love, just like that," he breathed. "So perfect with your mouth, Emma. So warm and wet and fuck."
Emma could feel her own desire rising, hearing how much he loved this making her burn with want. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension, but to no avail. She needed to get out of her clothes, but she also didn't want to release him. Killian noticed, however.
"Are you wet for me, Emma?" he asked breathlessly. "Do you want me to fuck that sweet cunt of yours? Even sweeter than your mouth, that is."
Emma moaned around him, his words driving her crazy. All of this was decidedly unprincess like behavior, but she didn't even care. All that mattered was Killian and the desire they shared. Much to Emma's surprise, Killian pulled her away, dragging her up until she was standing before him. "Strip," he ordered. "Right now. Or I'll have to tear those off you."
Emma was fairly certain she'd never stripped so fast in her life; her clothes thrown haphazardly to the floor. Killian didn't even bother removing his pants; he just picked her up and sat her on the desk, her legs falling open automatically. This was becoming a familiar dance for her now.
Killian bent his head and kissed her, his hand moving down to her folds. "You are wet, princess. Bloody soaked. Did you enjoy it? Sucking my cock? Can I look forward to such pleasures in the future?"
Emma swallowed, still a bit bewildered by her body's reaction. But she nodded. "There's a good lass," Killian replied, the tip of him nudging her entrance. "Bloody natural you are. Felt incredible, love." Emma rocked her hips against him, getting impatient. Killian growled, low in his throat. "My wanton princess." Then he thrust forward, taking her in one smooth motion. Emma groaned loudly, relieved to have him inside her again. She didn't think she'd ever get enough.
He was only still for a moment before taking her with deep rough thrusts; Emma wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, trying to keep him inside her. It only drove him deeper, making them both cry out. She pulled him down for a kiss, becoming more sure of herself every time they were together. Their mouths clashed in a desperate union of lips and tongues and teeth as his movements became more and more erratic. He body was trembling with need, the tension nearly overwhelming. Killian snaked his good hand between them and touched her just above where they were joined, rubbing her with fast circles.
"Come for me, Emma. Let me feel you." He nipped at her lip, drawing it between his teeth. His commanding tone shot her over the edge, her muscles clenching tightly around him as she cried out his name. She clutched at him desperately, needing something to hang on to as she rode out her climax. She heard Killian grunt through her haze as he thrust one final time, spilling himself inside her.
Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the bright cabin. Emma rested her head against his sweat soaked chest, listening to his heart beat as her own gradually slowed. At length, Killian picked her up once more and laid her in the bed. He shucked off his remaining clothes and joined her, curling her into his side. It was the middle of the day, but they didn't leave his cabin the rest of the afternoon.
At nightfall, they dressed and went up on deck. Emma wondered what was going on until he handed her his spyglass with a smile. "Look up at the stars, love. Pick one. And we'll follow it wherever it may lead."
And for the first time since learning of her marriage, Emma allowed herself to hope.
