Page 53 of Captain's Companion

“What,” he said.

“Can you... Can we make love,” she asked stepping close to him.

He swept her off her feet as his lips teased hers. She wrapped her arms around him, held him close to her. Her body pressed against his. She inhaled as she put her hands on his face to meet his gentle caress.

He carried her through the lounge to the bedroom. Gently he let her legs slide until she knelt on the bed. He tugged her dress up over her head. She knelt there in a blue lace bra and panties. Her skin white against the navy. “Beautiful,” he said.

She reached for his shirt pulling it over his head. “I want...” she said but he put a finger over her mouth.

“No games, no role play,” he said toying with the strap of her bra. “Just me cherishing you and you cherishing me.”

He watched as a smile lit her eyes. “Yes,” she murmured pulling him to her.

His hands wandered her curves, lingering when she hummed her pleasure. Her hands reached for him, held him close to her. Her body pressed against his. Mouths followed hands, kissing, licking, and nipping. Their breath mingled and quickened as they caressed their remaining clothes off.

Ulrik lay back on the bed as she slipped down his hard cock. Her body clenched around his as she threw back her head. “Ulrik,” she cried out clenching his hands. As the orgasm settled, she moved slowly to draw out every sensation. She put his hands on her breasts. He gripped them, held them as he tugged on her nipples. His mouth slid from one to the other and back. He needed her. Not companion her but her.

“Gwyn,” he murmured her name as she slipped up and down until she felt him stream into her. Her body tightened and climaxed as he did. It felt so natural, like they were made to be joined as they were.

With the first wave of pleasure passing, she collapsed on his chest. He reached for the blankets, pulled them over her. “I love you,” he murmured.

“Ulrik,” she murmured, and her eyes filled with tears. “I’m just a companion.”

“Gwyn, you are my mate,” Ulrik said pushing her hair back from her face. “I want you to stay with me forever. Do you want a lifetime contract to prove it? I’ll have one drawn up tomorrow. I love you.”

She didn’t know what to think. His sincerity hit her, drew her in, and comforted her. “Maybe,” she said. “I don’t know. I’ve never....”

“Ssshhh,” he soothed. “It’s been a long day. Let’s get some sleep.”

***

Gwyn spent the next day naked in their quarters. She wanted to believe him. If she based her decisions solely on her experiences with him, she believed he was sincere. But her mother’s words followed her.

It’s always business. Whatever they tell you, you are a commodity to them.

She sat on the bed with her sketch pad and pencils. She started a doodle. He held her all night. Whenever she woke up, he soothed her. They made love often throughout the night. It felt different, deeper, more intimate.

Pulling her tablet out, she spent an hour organizing the supper for Eldrich that Ulrik asked about. She sent him all the details. Almost immediately, she got a response back thanking her.

She went back to drawing and kept her head down as she got lost in the picture.

***

“Ulrik, is everything all right,” Plav asked as they stepped off the bridge.

“Yes. Why do you ask,” Ulrik frowned.

“You were distracted on the bridge today and stared at the screen more than normal,” Plav said.

“How soon did you tell Mina you loved her,” Ulrik asked.

“I lasted a whole hour,” Plav said.

“Gwyn doesn’t believe me,” Ulrik said. “I’ve explained about being a mate. She still plans to leave at the end of the contract.”

“You know what I did,” Plav reminded him.

“Would you have followed through,” Ulrik asked.

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