39. Aurelia

THIRTY-NINE

As it turned out,he needed very little persuading to leave the bridge and come to bed.

His name—the last name I'd taken just yesterday—was spread across my back, and his eyes had burned as he'd plopped me down into bed, practically ordering me to turn around so he could see it.

Which, of course, had ended with him pushing into me from behind, both of us filled with the same insatiable need. He fucked me with his t-shirt still on my body, wrapping a hand around my hair and pulling until I gasped.

After, we'd collapsed into bed, panting and sweaty, with his seed dripping down my legs. After a trip to the bathroom, he'd pulled me back into his arms, holding me tight against him.

I squinted at him as something occurred to me. "You know, I don't even know your middle name."

He leaned his head back and laughed. "It's Archer, baby. Sylas Archer Kellar."

"Mmm." I burrowed myself in between his arms. "I like that."

"I like yours more." Sylas ran a finger under my chin and tilted my head up. When our eyes met, his were filled with so much love. "Aurelia Serena Kellar."

I blushed. "You know, I don't think I'm ever going to get used to that."

"Nah." He grinned, brushing his finger over my ring once again. "You will."

Sure, the silver band sitting on my wedding finger wasn't exactly what I'd always pictured when I imagined being married one day, but it was still special.

Especially when he'd had them specially made of scrap metal from the Paradise. Which meant that, for the rest of our lives, this symbol of our love would also carry a reminder of the place where those feelings had grown.

I hummed, watching as he played with my fingers. I was too comfortable to want to move, front to front, one of my legs thrown over his and his arms wrapped around me. Brina was sleeping at our feet, all too comfortable and used to us at this point.

"Do you regret it?" he asked, a weird look on his face.

"Regret what?" I frowned, interlacing our hands. "Marrying you?"

He shrugged. "Rushing it. Not having a ceremony…"

"I don't need a ceremony," I said. "I just need you."

Sylas picked up our hands, kissing the top of mine. "I was just thinking, it's a shame…" He looked contemplative. "I wanted to see you in a wedding dress."

"That's what you want?" I couldn't keep in my laugh.

"Mhm. I still think about how the dress you wore to the bar hugged your curves." I could feel him hardening against my thigh. "My kink might be you in a dress, Rae."

I was pretty sure he got off on me calling him Captain, because it always caused a groan to slip from his lips, but I wouldn't say that right now. Even if I loved being his brat.

"Well, you still can." I rolled my eyes. "When we get back. We can have a ceremony. Do the whole thing. I'm sure my mom would like that."

A smile spread over his face as he rolled us, pinning us to the mattress. "On one condition?"

"What's that?" I fluttered my eyes, looking up at him through my eyelashes in the way I knew drove him crazy.

"Let me get you pregnant first."

"Sylas!" I exclaimed, laughing as he peppered my neck with kisses. "Have you forgotten we're on a five-year mission?"

"Four years."

"What?" I blinked.

"There's only four years left."

"We haven't even talked about having kids."

"Sure we did. You want them. I want them. Ergo, we have kids." He kissed my neck. "Easy."

"How many?" I rolled my eyes. "And you think having a baby while on a multi-year space journey is a good idea?"

"Why not? We have some of the best medical staff on board. The entire MedBay is perfectly equipped to handle anything. There's other parents on board, so I'm sure there's an extra crib or two lying around."

"Two?"

He shrugged. "You never know."

"I want at least two, I think. Just maybe not at once. This room isn't that big." I said, spinning my new metal band around my finger. "But being an only child growing up was pretty lonely. I always wished I'd had someone to play with. So… I'd want our kid to have a sibling."

"I agree. I'd never trade my sister for the world. Sure, she might have been a pain in the ass growing up, but she was also my best friend. And I'd want them to have that too. Whenever you're ready."

"Okay," I whispered. Because as crazy as it was, I wanted that. And I wanted to give it to him, too. When it was time. I traced my finger over his abs. "Is it bad that I want to wait a few months first? And just enjoy us being together?"

"Not at all." Sylas laughed, the emotion lighting up his entire face. I loved seeing him this happy. "But a shame. And I was thinking of telling the MedBay to do away with our shots." He splayed his hand over my flat stomach, his eyes focused there. "One day, I can't wait to see you grow our children."

"Sylas…" I blushed.

"With your eyes, I think." He leaned down to kiss my forehead. "What do you think, Mrs. Kellar?"

Humming, I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I think it gives us plenty of time to practice, Mr. Kellar."

His erection pressed against my hip.

"Practice?" Sylas smirked, flipping me on top of him. "I like the idea of that."

Straddling his chest, the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear was becoming exceedingly obvious.

He pulled off his over-sized t-shirt from my frame. Sometimes, I felt like I couldn't find my own clothes. Then again, I was pretty sure his reaction to me wearing them was absolutely worth it.

Even though I knew all of my clothes were now in our room. The one we'd be sharing from now on.

Like I hadn't spent every night here for the last two months.

He gripped my hips. "Come sit on my face, baby. I wanna taste you."

"Oh." I squeaked, as he helped lift me onto his mouth. "Sy."

Hovering over his face, I gasped in surprise as he pulled me down. How was he going to breathe?

"Sit," he ordered, digging his fingers into my thighs. "Don't make me ask again, Aurelia."

He slapped my ass, and I inhaled sharply. Spanking never used to appeal to me, but when Sylas did it, all it did was turn me on.

Maybe it was because I knew he would never hurt me.

I let my hands rest against the headboard as I sank down onto his mouth.

And then his tongue pierced inside of me, and I lost all rational thought. There were no words. Not when he was fucking me with his tongue like I was the most magnificent feast, and my hips rocked against him, a little bolt of satisfaction hitting me each time his nose bumped against my clit.

"I've never—" I gasped. No one had ever made me come like this before. When I'd tried it before, it had just been okay.

Nothing with Sylas had been just okay, though. I should have known this would be no different.

I couldn't stop moving, letting out little gasps and moans as he used his tongue with expert precision, and then when he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, giving it pressure with his teeth and suction, I came.

His fingers held me in place for a few more moments as he lapped up my release, like he was desperate for every drop.

I climbed off of him, rolling onto my back on the bed, and his beard was still shining with my release. I'd soaked his face.

"Damn, baby. I should have done that sooner. If I'd have known how much you'd like it…"

He pulled me to him, bringing our lips together and letting me taste myself on his tongue.

We kissed like that for a few moments, until I was all too aware of his growing erection pressing into my stomach, his need outweighing any desire I had to stretch this out.

Sylas rolled on top of me, pushing a pillow under my hips.

"Gonna fill you up," he murmured into my ear, and oh. God. Yeah, I liked that. He grabbed my leg, bending it back till it almost hit my ear, and then slid inside. "Fill your aching cunt with my seed. Do you want that, baby, huh?"

"Yes." The pressure felt crazy, the way he was pushing on my leg, making me tighter than normal.

He'd bottomed out with the first stroke, and I was still sensitive from my first orgasm. Still so wet from his tongue. The wet noises that happened each time he thrust inside of me were borderline obscene.

It was everything.

"God," I gasped. "You're so big. I'm so full of you."

"Gonna keep you stuffed full of me always," he said, bending over to tug on my ear with his teeth. "That way, you don't forget whose you are."

"Yours," I said, devoid of any other answers. No other rational thought came to my brain.

But I was his, and he was mine, and we chased our orgasms together, and it was pretty perfect picture of the rest of our lives.

A few nights later,I was ushered to a revival of Sylas's so-called officer get-togethers. Didn't he know I didn't need an excuse to hang out with him anymore?

It was sweet, though. That he was still attempting to spend time with our friends now that we were out in the open with our relationship. Now that we were married.

"Surprise!" A loud chorus of voices called out as the door slid open, automatic lights flickering on like they'd been statues in wait.

"What's all this?" I asked, taking in the decorated officer's lounge. Someone had hung a ‘Congratulations!' Banner, and there was my husband, standing in the middle of it all, looking gorgeous in his dark gray jumpsuit.

"Sylas," I laughed. "Did you do all this?"

"Not completely. I had some help. Everyone wanted to celebrate."

Violet was the first one to come up to me, hugging me quickly before pulling back. "I hope you're not upset with me. I know I said some things and made some snap judgements, but I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing. That you were happy."

I looked over at Sylas, who gave me a dopey grin. "I am," I replied. "Completely happy."

For once, I'd never been happier.

"Good."

Astrid pulled me aside next. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

"No," I said, laughing. But Sylas's eyes caught mine, and the look he gave me was scorching. "Not yet," I added under my breath.

"Mmm." She winked. "You know where to find me when you want to come off the shots."

I rubbed my thighs together. Indeed. Indeed, I did.

Kayle and I had already had our heart-to-heart the other day—before she'd married Sylas and I. She was the extra special icing on the cake to marrying Sylas.

Because now, I had a sister. I'd always wanted a sibling growing up, but my parents only had me. And I knew they loved me enough to make up for it, but this was different.

"Thank you," Kayle said again. "For loving my idiot brother. I know he wasn't the best at first, but I'm so glad he has you."

"Me too." I hugged her tight. "Glad he has you, I mean. That he's so close with his sister. And now he has to share you with me."

She grinned, like she was also already imagining the shenanigans we could get up to. How we would drive him crazy.

"Having fun, baby?" He asked, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, rocking us back and forth to the low music that was playing in the lounge. Everyone was drinking bubbly—courtesy of someone in this room, whose initials I was pretty sure were S.A.K.—and having a great time.

"I am," I answered, beaming up at him. "But you didn't have to do any of this. You know that, right?"

"I figured if we have to wait four and a half years to have a real wedding, we might as well celebrate."

"So it wasn't just an excuse to break out the fancy bubbly?" I raised an eyebrow, turning my head so I could see his face better.

"Oh, no. It was definitely that." He smirked. "And I don't want you to ever feel like you're not loved—cherished."

I turned in his arms.

"That's impossible. This is you we're talking about, right? The man who created an entire pet sanctuary for an alien creature we'd rescued and all but had me move in with him after we'd slept together twice?"

Sylas snorted, and I patted his chest. "You have no chill, babe. My big teddy bear."

"Only for you," he said, leaning down to kiss me.

I hummed in response. "Good."

We celebrated well into the night, well past any of our usual bedtimes.

I didn't care, because the smile didn't drop from my face—not once.