Page 17 of Astrid at Sea

“Like you want to eat me,” he snickered, his eyes fluttering open to stare at me. I immediately lost myself in the dark pools, but there was no sense of fear or worry. Not when I was with him.

“I guess we worked up an appetite last night,” I murmured, feeling my lips curl higher.

“You can say that again,” Viktor grinned and pressed his lips to mine in a sweet, gentle kiss. “Good morrow, wife,” he whispered, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

“Good morrow, husband,” I moaned into his mouth, already hungry for more of him, but the ache between my legs warned me to pace myself. How were we going to explain this to the crew if I suddenly found myself unable to walk from fucking so hard?

“How did you sleep?” He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, resting there as if I were his pillow. But I couldn’t bring myself to complain in the slightest. Not when it felt so right.

“It was the best night’s sleep in my life,” I admitted, raking my nails over his scalp.

“I feel the same way,” he murmured, inhaling deeply. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe that we’re married.”

“Me, too,” I whispered back with a goofy grin, but it didn’t stay in place for long. “What are you doing?” I asked, my breath hitching at his wandering hands, which only seemed to dip lower and lower. “Viktor,” I whined, but the sound was cut short when he pressed his thumb between my pussy lips.

“Come on,” Viktor suddenly announced, pushing himself up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” I asked, almost panicked.

“Let’s wash up together. It’s a great way to save on water,” he told me, reaching for his breeches. He threw his tunic at me before sticking his head out the door to ensure the coast was clear. The last thing we needed right now was to get caught. With several months left at sea, I doubted anyone would forget it anytime soon, and we would be forced to live with the constant teasing.

When Viktor had suggested that we wash up together to save on water, I should have known that he was lying through histeeth. I should have known that it would lead to another round of sex while we were wet and naked together, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. Not when he felt so good inside of me.

At least this time, when he came all over my boobs, we remembered to wash it away.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Idon’t know whether it was the knowing looks on their faces or the glares that Viktor was shooting all of them when he thought I wasn’t paying attention, but I knew that they all knew.

Breakfast was certainly a little more awkward than yesterday, but I knew things would worsen if I let it get to me. And with that in mind, I looked everyone in the eye and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Well, if you didn’t count having sex with my husband for the first time and feeling him between my legs with every step I took.

Viktor pulled me to the side after breakfast. “I’ve talked to Gustav and Jerrik, and they’re willing to show you what a usual day is like for them.”

“So, the decision is between fishing and cooking?” I tapped my chin in thought, mentally pulling a face at the prospect of being out on the water all day. “I’ll go with cooking.”

I had seen Jerrik spend several hours in the water with a spear to catch fish for us all. I was very grateful he did that for us, but it didn’t look enjoyable. I also doubted I would be any good at it.

“I thought you would,” Viktor chuckled. “But I wanted you to have the first pick.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, curious.

“Since you chose cooking with Gustav for today, that means Manny and Roscoe will get fishing with Jerrik. Frankly, I’m glad it’s them and not you,” Viktor chuckled and pulled me into his arms. “Don’t let Gustav make you do anything that will have you losing a hand or burning your hair.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’d hate to have to make Gustav walk the plank.”

“You wouldn’t do that, pirate.” I narrowed my eyes at him, but the look on his face told me he was serious. “Okay, fine,” I sighed. “I’ll be sure to return with my hands and hair intact.”

He bowed his face and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “That’s all I ask for, my siren,” he sighed into my mouth.

I wanted to loop my arms around his neck and press his lips harder against mine, hungry for a taste of last night and this morning, but we couldn’t. We were on the top deck with the crew all around us, so I reluctantly innocently pecked his lips again before letting him go.

Gustav grinnedwhen he spotted me approaching him. “I was wondering when you would finally turn up.”

I took a seat next to him, watching as he cleaned the pot that had been used to make breakfast. “You were expecting me?”

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t pick fishing,” he chuckled. “Something tells me you’re not a fan of the sea. Kind of like that cat of yours.”

“Speaking of Kis, where is she?” I asked, perking up as I glanced around the top deck, but from here, I couldn’t see all the way to the front. “I haven’t seen her since yesterday.”

“You weren’t feeling well, so Viktor asked me to look after her.” He gestured to his right, where I found a seemingly sated cat happily munching away on the last of her fish.

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