Waking the next morning, Killian was pleased to find Emma still wrapped in his arms. He hadn't actually slept in a bed with a woman since Milah, and even that had been centuries ago for him. It was clear to him now that he wanted to keep waking up next to her.
Killian looked at her and wondered more about the enigma that was cuddled against his chest. Nothing about her seemed typical. For all he could figure, she was raised by murderers hiding from the authorities. The problem was, it didn't track with how sheltered she seemed to be. Nor did her knowledge about swords, either.
As he watched her sleep, he considered his next move with her. Half of him wanted to demand that she tell him everything about her past, and the other half wanted to be patient and let her come to him with it. He wryly reflected that patience wasn't a word he used much. The fact that he considered it at all showed him how far gone he was for her.
Then he thought about his arm and the now-removed tattoo. He wondered if it was right to demand anything when he had a past he didn't want to tell her about. Sure, she knew quite a bit about Milah, but there were a lot of horrible things he had done in his past.
Then his gut clenched. He found himself wondering if they were really in his past. He was still a pirate and a damn good one at that. She had been able to stomach the men he killed who had attacked them, but there were plenty of men he killed because they pissed him off. Would being with her mean he needed to change, and if he did. Could he make the change?
He didn't want to lose her.
That was something he knew completely. It had come as a surprise yesterday. Sure, he had been drawn to her and sexually attracted to her before that, but yesterday the blinders came off. The moment they did, he knew he needed her.
Emma stirred and, blinking her eyes looked up at him. The moment she saw him looking at her, she smiled. "Good morning."
Killian felt that truth down to his bones. "Yes, it is a good morning. How did you sleep?"
He watched her blush and nod slightly. "Surprisingly well. I'm not used to sleeping in bed with anyone." She then turned a deeper shade of crimson. "And I've never slept naked."
After kissing her forehead, he said, "Well, that's your body just being practical. After all, if you struggled to sleep like this, it would cause a problem." He then shifted, surprising her, and pressed her to her back with his body covering hers. "This is how you sleep now."
Emma's heavy breathing excited him. Her blush dissipated, and she said, "I'm the Captain's woman..."
He let out a frustrated growl and snapped, "Is it me you distrust or pirates?!"
She shook her head quickly with wide eyes showing he missed her meaning. "No! It wasn't a question. Don't be mad at me."
Killian let out a slow breath as he worked to calm himself down. "Then explain, please, Emma. I need you to understand I'm not lying to you."
She shrunk back and colored slightly. She then shifted, trying to avert her eyes. "I must seem so childish to you. Even when I'm trying to be sexy, I fail."
"Look at me, Emma," Killian demanded. She obeyed, and he locked eyes with her while he still had her pinned on her back. "You weren't questioning if you were my woman?"
She shook her head, "No, I-"
Cutting her off, he pressed his hard cock against her inner thigh and said, "You have a kink, don't you? You want me to call you my woman and ravish you like a pirate captain."
"Y-yes," she said, blushing more. "Am I being weird? It's not sexy, is it? I'm not any good at this."
Using his knees, he pushed her thighs open further. Then with a dark smoldering look, he said, "Emma. I could attempt to explain to you how sexy that is, but I've always been more of a man of action." He leaned down more toward her and whispered into her ear, "You belong to me, now."
He pulled back his head a bit and watched the thrill in her eyes bloom. He then said, "It's time I did a bit of plundering."
Loving how bold she finally looked in her sexual excitement, he moved and thrust his hard cock into her pussy. He wasn't gentle in the slightest. That was because in the past, the only virgins he had ever had, he never had twice, so he didn't even know he should be careful. That would have been a problem with any virgin except a strong witch. Emma had already healed herself before she drifted off to sleep. It was why when he penetrated her hard, she screamed in pleasure and pleaded for more.
He locked eyes with her as he pounded into her tight cunt repeatedly. As he did, he loved how wrecked she looked over their sex and how vocal she was in her pleasure.
Shorty was surprised to see Mac mid-morning. Those sober enough to make it to breakfast were usually off the ship by now. And those who were worse for wear were still sleeping. "Need something, Mac?"
Laughing, Mac shook his head. "No. Just came to tell you the Captain doesn't need our help with Emma anymore."
"What happened?"
"Well, either she's a screamer, or she's left the ship since the captain found a woman who is."
The cook rolled his eyes. "What in the world are you talking about?"
Mac said, "I was being clear. Captain Hook is giving it good to someone in his room. She's obviously enjoying herself too. Either he's gotten Emma in his bed, or someone else took her spot."
"Yes, Yes! YES!" Emma screamed, overcome with how his cock felt, penetrating her over and over.
Killian was rough and driving himself deep into her core and bringing her bliss that she didn't know even existed until last night.
She loved the idea that such a sexy worldly man could not only desire her but get pleasure from her body. It meant so much to her that she could be enough for him sexually.
He gripped her hair as he trusted her and almost growled in her ear. It just served to drive her even more wild. She met him now thrust for thrust, and she worked to push them both closer and closer to the edge.
"Yours," she muttered. "Take me. Your pleasure…. Ah! Yes!"
Killian took her even harder. "You. Were. Made. To be —fucked," he said in time with his thrusting.
"Look at me," he pressed as he didn't let up. She listed immediately, and as soon as he did, they both orgasmed together.
He collapsed on her, and this time when he said, "I can't move," she smiled.
As they lay there panting, Emma ran her fingertips down his spine. Once she got her breath back, she said, "I surprised myself. I didn't realize how much I would enjoy sex."
Killian huffed out a small, breathy laugh and replied, "The trick is to pick a partner who knows what he's doing."
He shifted a bit, and she held onto him tighter and said, "No!" Her voice then softened, and timidly she said, "Unless you need to go do something. Umm. If you would…."
"Please tell me what you would like, Emma," he said kindly.
"I don't want you to pull out yet. Is it weird if I like having you inside of me?"
Careful not to remove his cock at all, he moved so he could look at her. "Emma, remove the phrase 'is it weird' from our sex life, please. No. It's not weird. It's never weird. I want to keep my spent cock in your warm pussy," he purred. "I want you in any and every way you are comfortable with. I want you."
"I can't promise that I won't ask again. I don't know what's normal. I don't want to do this wrong."
He let his head flop down on the pillow so she couldn't see the amusement in his eyes. He figured she would take that wrong. He forced an even tone when he said, "Believe me when I say I will happily explore any desires you have sexually. It will quite literally be my sexual pleasure."
"Th-then tomorrow, can you wake me up with… S-sex?"
Killian whispered, "It would be out of a fantasy for me, yes."
…..
Emma shocked Killian before they left the cabin late morning. One shock for him was that she had grown a bit bolder and asked him for sex again. He couldn't remember a time when he had had sex twice in one morning.
The other shock was a bigger one, only because he had no concept of what had been coming when she questioned him on why he slept in his brace.
"That can't be comfortable," she added as she startled him and grabbed a buckle, and undid it immediately. "I'll help."
"Fucking leave it alone!" He screamed out, pulling away from her and putting distance between them.
Emma marched right over and stood in front of the door, blocking any way out. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," he admitted, a bit quieter.
"Then what the heck is your problem?!"
He glared at her and said, "Gee, let's guess. It covers my stump. Or is it that you want to look at the crippled arm?! Are you one of those people who get off on looking at disgusting things?"
"You stupid, dummy-dum-dum!" She said, red-faced and screaming in furry.
Killian's eyes bugged out, and he couldn't help breaking out in laughter. "Did you really just call me a 'dummy-dum-dum?'"
She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Well, you are. I'm realizing you slept in that thing to hide your arm from me. I gave you everything, my body, and you're holding that back from me?"
"I'm sparing you from-"
He was cut off by her rolling her eyes and grabbing his leather cuff. "Back to your idea of what kind of sheltered I was. Trust me. I wasn't sheltered from bad injuries. People came to me to heal them with my magic."
"Hedge witches don't have enough magic to do anything other than boost natural remedies."
"That's true," was her non-committal answer.
She then said, "The worst was when I had to help my mother. I'd never seen her cry from pain before that day."
As she spoke, Emma began carefully removing his brace. "Where is your hook?"
"On the table. I took it off before I slept with you last night. Trust me. You didn't want that in bed with you."
"I don't mind the hook," she huffed, offended.
Killian actually laughed at her over that. "Last time I forgot and fell asleep with it on, my hook ended up in my thigh."
"Oh," she said, blushing from embarrassment. "In that case, thank you."
She pulled the leather cuff off, and she exposed all of the raw skin. It had gotten irritated from being bound up for so long.
Setting the leather down on the table and pulling out the jar of salve that was lying in a prominent spot on a table, she continued with her story. "She's really good with a bow and arrow, and she had been practicing in the woods."
"Your mom's a hunter?" Killian couldn't help but ask. He wanted to learn more about her life.
"Yes." That too, she added mentally.
Emma opened the jar of salve and walked over to him. "Mom had used a bow for decades by that point. Still, mistakes happen. When she released the bow string, her hand didn't move out of the way like it had thousands of times before. She sliced halfway through two of her fingers, exposing the bone."
"You had to heal your own mother!? Why would anyone do that to you? Surely someone else could…" Killian trailed off as he watched an amused look spread over her face.
Emma sniffed the jar of salve and made a face. "It's gone bad." She then set it back down on the table. "No one else could heal her like I could. Like —this." She placed her hand on his red-swollen stump and healed him completely. She then moved her focus and healed the cut he had from trying to dig out his tattoo the night before. "No scarring this way."
His eyes shot wide as he inspected his healed stump and arm. "How?!"
"Magic."
He looked at her. "But you're a hedge witch!"
She shook her head. "No, you said I was a hedge witch, and I didn't correct you. I'm trusting you with more of the truth of who I am."
"The more I discover about you, the less I feel I know you."
Tears raced to Emma's eyes. "I-I…" She stepped back and wiped them away. "I know there are lots of things you don't know about my past and me." She dropped her chin and looked down at her feet. "But I felt as if there are things you know about me that no one else does."
Killian couldn't stand seeing her crying. Never had tears affected him before he met her. Now he just wanted to do anything to make them stop.
Tell her what you know.
He couldn't even be upset that his ship was prying. He needed her help right now. He said, "Do your parents know how strong you are? I've seen it. I watched as you walked away from home and then this ship. That can't have been easy."
"They insisted I had to stay home to be safe." She blushed. "Maybe I'm not strong, just foolish. I almost got attacked. I did get knocked unconscious."
He rolled his eyes, "Are you trying to talk me out of something you claimed I knew?"
Emma said, "You know I'm sheltered and weak, but I still can't sit home and do nothing. You know I need to get out there and experience the world even if it does kill me. You saw how I really was okay when you killed those men. My parents and their friends wouldn't ever believe I could handle that. You know I'm capable of interacting with new people." Emma shook her head. "Out loud, it sounds so stupid. But those things matter to me. I'm tired of being left behind, and those were all reasons…" She took a shuddering breath. "You told me if I left, I would get myself killed. But you never tried to leave me behind." Her voice cracked with emotion when she said, "You're taking me with you."
Killian caressed her cheek and added, "I know you're the strongest woman I've met. I don't think even you know how capable you are. I see the steel in your eyes."
She stepped forward into his arms, and she rested in his embrace. "I want you to know me. There are parts of me and who I am that doesn't just expose me though. They expose the people I love and want to protect. Not protect from you, but others. I've been told for so long that the wrong word overheard could bring death. There are things we don't even speak of to each other outside of the home."
He kissed her neck and said, "I don't need to know about them. Be honest with everything you tell me about yourself, and that's all I need."
