Page 95 of A Yulean Sister’s Guide to Getting Kidnapped

“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.”