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Nereida has always been shackled to her royal duties as princess of Triteria, and when her kingdom becomes involved in a series of mysterious vanishings and deaths she begins to seek answers. Rebels soon shatter her world, and she finds he...
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When morning came, memories from last night began to flood my mind before my eyes opened, and I felt a little embarrassed about being so, untethered. I allowed myself to let go completely, but in the light of the next day, all the problems, the guilt, and reminders of what was to come were waiting for me. As if reading my mind, Sam pulled me closer to him, and the scent of us that had coated the sheets filled the air, surrounding me. I snuggled deep into him and into that smell, holding onto it before it was time to get back to work. When I had my fill, which still wasn't enough, I slowly pulled Sam's arm off from around my waist.
Moving to the edge of the bed, I grabbed the red sheet to cover myself and pushed my hair out of my face. Yesterday had been such a long day, but it was also one of the greatest. I quietly turned to look over at Sam, who was still asleep. The white sheet dropped lazily over his waist, and spiraled messy curls were strewn all over my 'pillow.' He looked utterly peaceful, and all of our troubles seemed to exist outside my quarters. We had a refuge in this room and one another. When I started to get off the bed, I was immediately stopped, Sam's hand wrapped around my wrist. Although his eyes were still closed, he wore a goofy smile.
"You're not getting away that easily," he mumbled sleepily, then opened his eyes. "Aye, aren't you a sight? No one on earth is more blessed than I..."
"I'm afraid, captain, we must get up. We have plans to make and no time to spare," I informed him, and he groaned in response while shutting his eyes in a tight, pained expression. Soon, I was yanked back onto the bed. I let out an excited scream with a laugh as his body immediately attacked mine.
"Sam," I tried to say, but his lips covered my mouth. I laughed at it. "Sam, please. We need to focus."
"How am I able to focus on anything today but you? Especially when you are underneath me, with nothing but your naked body pressed against my own." His hands ran all over as he spoke, causing my breathing to quicken and slightly rise at the touch of his fingertips. I bit my lip, trying to contain myself from the persistent wanting and pleasure. Soon, they trace over my nipples, making them harden at the touch.
"Sam," I moaned a little, both in annoyance and in pleasure.
"You can't blame me, love; now that I've had you once was not nearly enough," he whispered, his words and voice coated in lust.
"The crew will be waiting for orders." Despite the words that came out of my mouth, my body was responsive to him, grinding against him.
I was at war with myself.
"Let them wait. Last I checked, I'm still in command of this ship, and right now, my order is that I need you to kiss me. I'm aching to be inside you again, please," he lightly begged, looking down at me. His hand moved in between my legs and started to rub me the same way he had last night. My eyes shut a little, and I smiled from the pleasure. I lifted my head to him, nuzzling him teasingly with my nose against his.
