26. Aurelia

TWENTY-SIX

Partof me still couldn't believe how he'd defended me, taking the downfall for the whole thing. It was my fault, and yet… he'd protected me. Even going so far as to keep me from revealing the chip that was currently hiding in my dresser drawer.

And how he'd promised to keep Brina safe? It melted away the last of my resistance, the stubbornness in my system rapidly fading. How could I continue to keep him at arm's length when he was so determined to force his way into my heart?

It was why I'd shown up to his room in the middle of the night. Because I couldn't deny how I felt anymore.

I needed him.

"Did you wear this little thing for me?" He said, his voice so low it was almost a growl.

I fluttered my eyelashes as I ran my hands over the sheets on his bed. "Yes." It was a black nightgown with tiny little straps—adorned with lace on the top and a little bow in the center.

Rubbing my legs together, I let out a needy whimper.

He stood over me, looking larger than life. All six feet and two inches of him made me feel small. Dainty. Sylas's knee nudged my legs apart, and I already knew what he would find when he explored my body.

I was helplessly turned on, and the expression in his eyes only made me wetter. Damn him.

His fingers crept up my body, dancing under the short hem of the little nightgown.

Truthfully, I'd only packed it in case I wanted to wear something that made me feel pretty on this long voyage. My personal clothes were slim to none—my dad's old jacket, a few pairs of jeans, my favorite tops, and a few lacy underwear I couldn't go without. The rest was pretty standard federation issuances—sweats and t-shirts. I didn't even have a dress hanging in my wardrobe.

"Sylas," I whispered as he wrapped a hand around my upper thigh, pulling me down to the edge of the bed.

He pushed the bottom half of the nightgown up, torturously slow, and he groaned. "No panties. Fuck me. Did you come all the way up here like this? Knowing anyone could see you?"

I nodded, biting my lip as he drew circles on my inner thigh—not where I needed it. He was torturing me, driving me wild with need.

"Am I going to find you wet for me, Rae?" The words were a rasp, a sound that went straight to my core.

"Yes." A whine slipped free from my throat. "Touch me. Please."

In response, he ran his knuckle over my slit. "Fuck. You're drenched."

Squirming under his gaze, Sylas finally gave me what I wanted, dipping one finger inside of me. His thick, long finger stroked my insides, and then he added another one. Even just from that, I felt impossibly full. And it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock inside of me.

"Are you sore?" He asked, placing a kiss on my neck. "From yesterday?"

"A little," I said with a gasp as his fingers hit just the right spot. "But I can take it."

Normally I rolled my eyes at the idea of Big Dick Energy, but damn, Sylas Kellar had it in spades. And he knew what to do with it, too.

"Of course you can," he said, a smirk on his face. Like he knew I wouldn't back down from this.

He pumped me with unrelenting focus, and I couldn't hold back my voice, letting out a series of breathy moans that only spurred him on more.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Coat my fingers, baby. Give it to me. Nice and wet, so you can take me."

Holy shit. Was it possible I could come from his fingers alone? Normally, I needed more stimulation, but I'd never felt this worked up before.

The wet sounds of his fingers as he fucked me with them were downright obscene, but filthy and delicious. Sex had never been like this before. So dirty and rough, yet solely focused on my pleasure. On getting me off.

My back arched off the bed as I shattered, coming on his fingers, my insides squeezing around him as I came down from it.

I propped myself up on my elbows as he pulled his fingers out of me, bringing them up to my lips. "Open," he instructed, running them over my lower lip, spreading my juices there. I did, letting him slide those two fingers into my mouth. "Suck."

Obeying his words, I tasted myself on his skin, sucking until his fingers were clean. I pulled off with a pop, finding a darkened expression on his face. One day, I wanted to see what face he made while I went down on him.

His thumb rubbed over my lower lip before pulling it down. "Such a good girl," he murmured. Leaning down, he lazily kissed me, letting our tongues tangle together. He cupped my breasts, rubbing the hardened nipples through the silk fabric, and I let out a moan.

I eyed the pressing matter in his boxers, wondering if I could return the favor now. "That looks painful." I reached out, brushing against his erection with my fingers.

He grunted in response, stilling my hands.

"Need this off," he said, tugging the nightgown's material up over my head as he guided me into a sitting position, giving himself full access to my breasts.

"God, these tits," Sylas muttered. "I'm fucking obsessed with them."

His hands were large enough that he could cover them completely, and I didn't think I'd ever found hands so attractive before. Especially when he massaged them, thumbs running back and forth over my nipples, driving me wild.

Then he bent down, taking one breast into his mouth, licking and sucking on the peaks, that sinful tongue of his doing wicked things to my body. He nipped at my nipple, brushing his teeth against it, and the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me. As if sensing the pleasure, he repeated it on the other side, licking and sucking, biting and soothing. It was everything.

It wasn't enough.

"Sylas," I moaned. "I need you."

"You have me, baby. You have me." He groaned.

God, he was so effortlessly handsome. His dark scruffy beard, that soft hair I wanted to run my fingers through. His bare chest and boxers. I liked all of it.

I looped my finger through the waistband of his tight boxer briefs, pushing them down his hips until his cock sprang free. A bead of pre-cum sat at the tip, and I reached out, capturing the drop with my tongue.

This time, I had time to explore. In the caves, it had been a frenzy. Now, I wanted to make him feel the way he made me. Wanted. Cherished.

I swirled my tongue over his tip, each strangled sound he made serving as a means of encouragement. Dragging my fingernail up his shaft, I felt him shudder beneath me.

"Like that?" I gave him an innocent smile.

"You're such a brat," he said, wrapping my hair around his wrist and giving it a slight tug. "You know exactly what you do to me."

I flattened my tongue, repeating the motion with it, before wrapping my lips around his head and sucking.

"I don't want to come in your pretty little mouth, Aurelia."

I gave him one last lick before he slid free.

"No?" I fluttered my eyelashes. "Then where do you want to come?"

He groaned, lifting me up into his arms and pulling me down on top of him. His cock, hard and heavy, was pressed between us, resting against my stomach. "You know where. In this tight little pussy." Sylas kissed my neck. "Is that what you want, little star? For me to fill you up?"

I rocked my hips, desperate for it.

"Yes," I said. "Please." My hands cupped his cheek, rubbing over his short beard. God, I loved the feel of it. Even more so when he'd been between my legs. The way his scruff had rubbed at my thighs, leaving the skin reddened. It was all too good.

He guided his tip into my opening, pushing in just an inch, the stretch already impossibly good.

I'd definitely feel him tomorrow. But maybe that was what he wanted, too. The reminder of whose I was. They were just words in the heat of sex, the haze of pleasure, but I couldn't deny the way they made me feel.

Planting my hands on his chest, I worked myself onto his cock, sliding down an inch at a time. It was a tight fit, and I was stuffed full of him. But I loved the bite of pain, the slight burn, and the way it all melted into endless pleasure.

"You're too big," I groaned. "I'm so full."

When he was fully inside me, I could have sworn I climaxed just from the sensation. From this angle, I could feel him everywhere.

Sylas's hands were at my waist, and I rolled my hips, needing more friction. I rocked back and forth, a little gasp escaping my lips every time my needy clit ground down against the base of him.

"You feel like you were made for me," he grunted. "The perfect fit." He moved his hand, resting it over my stomach, pressing down just slightly. The pressure doubled the sensations, and I cried out. And when he thrust up from underneath me? I was a goner. There was no chance of surviving this.

"Come for me, baby." Sylas's lips were at my ear as he pulled me against him. His free hand snaked down to my entrance, where his eyes were focused. Like he couldn't stop watching the slide of his cock into my opening.

He pressed his thumb against my clit, and that was all it took. I came, stars exploding in my vision, and I instantly knew that it had never been this way before. And it would never feel like this again. Not with anyone else. Not when Sylas made me feel this good.

He took over for me, helping guide my hips up and down his length as my body clenched, the pulsing sensations still running through me when I felt him get harder inside of me.

"Fuuuck," he grunted, and then let go, pouring his release inside of me. I wanted to throw my head back, to lose myself in the sensations, but I couldn"t. Because watching the face he made when he came was more important to me.

Gorgeous. My hot, alpha-male, overbearing captain was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Orgasm face or not, he could pull anyone on this ship easily. With that amazing body—one I wanted to touch, always—sometimes I still couldn't believe he was with me.

I ran my fingers over his abs, appreciating the muscles.

"Like those, do you?"

"About as much as you like my tits," I said, placing a kiss on the scruff on his neck.

He flashed a cocky grin. "So a lot."

"Mmm."

"Worth every hour in the gym." Sylas winked at me.

He was still inside of me, our bodies pressed closely together. He brushed a sweaty strand of hair off my forehead and then dipped his lips down to my lips. "But I'm pretty sure I love your tits more."

I felt his cock soften inside of me, and I went to slide off of him, but he caught my wrists, stilling me with a kiss. "Not yet."

"Mmm." I wiggled against him, pressing down deeper on him.

"Evil." Shifting us so we were both laying on our sides, his arms wrapped around me, I almost fell asleep like that. I was warm and comfortable, and something about having him still inside of me was almost… nice?

Finally, he pulled out, and I felt the loss immediately.

Sylas's eyes were focused on the spot where his cum dripped from my body. He dragged his finger through it, pushing it back in. And oh, fuck, I liked that—too much.

Was I going to have some weird kink for it now? Thank god we were both on fertility blockers, because otherwise, this would be dangerous. Too dangerous.

No matter how I felt, having a baby right now was not something in my plans.

But, what if… I shook the thought away. Now was not the time. Not when I had a baby animal snoozing away in my quarters, one who I barely had any idea how to take care of. When we weren't even in a relationship, not really.

And yet…

"Aurelia."

"Mmm?" I asked as he ran his nose over my neck.

"How are you feeling?"

I yawned, stretching out my arms. "Like I could float away on a cloud." Sure, I was a little sore, but mostly I felt incredible. I wasn't worrying about the future, about things we couldn't control. And his bed was the most comfortable thing I'd been on in months.

He chuckled. "Good thing there're no clouds in space."

"You know what I mean." I pushed at his shoulder playfully.

"Gonna clean you up," he murmured, nipping at my neck.

Good idea. He pulled me into his arms, and I didn't complain, just wrapped my legs around his waist and let him carry me into the shower. I was all too aware of his already-hardening cock as I clung to him like a koala cub.

If he made me feel like this every day, I certainly wouldn't say no to climbing him like a tree.

"Mmm," I said, enjoying the warm water as it ran over my skin, the soothing circles from Sylas's soaped up hands as he rubbed at my inner-thighs.

It wasn't inherently sexual, but it was the most sensual experience I could have imagined, as he washed every inch of my body with his body wash.

Deep and masculine. I liked the idea that I smelled like him. He ran his hands over my nipples from behind, cupping them as he soaped them, and then he tilted my head back, making sure I didn't get water in my eyes as he dampened my hair.

And… Sylas Kellar was shampooing my hair. Goddamn. His strong, capable fingers dug into my scalp, massaging slightly, and I let out a moan that had nothing to do with the heat pooling between my legs already. It was pure satisfaction, like he was rubbing all the tension out of my skull.

We didn't speak, other than his quiet commands. Close your eyes. Tilt your head back. Does that feel good?

I loved wearing my hair up, but my thick hair gave me a headache when I had it in a bun or ponytail for an extended period.

After he'd finished rinsing out the shampoo and rubbing conditioner into my ends, I turned, intending to give him the same treatment.

Partially because I wanted to touch him like he'd just touched me. But I also wanted him to feel cared for. Appreciated. Like he deserved.

"Aurelia." He groaned as my hands brushed up his torso.

"Let me," I whispered. "Please."

He nodded, and I filled my palms with soap, rubbing down his broad shoulders and thick forearms. I didn't appreciate them enough. Maybe because they were constantly covered up by his uniform. It should have been illegal to hide these perfect specimens from the world.

Before I could run my hands over his straining cock, he let out a low growl. "Don't start something you don't intend to finish, little star."

"But what if I intended to finish it?" I ran my thumb over the tip, collecting a bead of pre-cum.

In a flash, he'd let the rest of the soap wash off, and then turned the water off. He pulled me out of the shower, dried me off with a soft towel, and then threw me over his shoulder.

Carrying me back to bed.

No complaints here. Especially not with this view I had of his ass that just wouldn't quit.

God, how did I get so lucky to find myself all wrapped up with this man?

It was the question I hadn't been able to stop asking myself.

Maybe I never would.