Chapter 917 Still You [+18]

Mayla shivered, her fingers threading through his dark hair. "I was so scared you wouldn't want me anymore… my body's different now."

He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.

"Mayla." His voice was low, almost stern. "I have wanted you every single day. Every night. Watching you carry our son only made me want you more."

He dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the soft curve of her belly, then lower still.

"Every mark, every change—it's proof of what you gave us. I'd worship every inch of you if you'd let me."

Tears pricked at her eyes, but before she could respond, his mouth found her nipple and sucked hard. Mayla cried out, her hips bucking against him. The sensation shot straight to her cunt, making her slick and desperate.

Trafalgar took his time, alternating between her breasts, licking and biting until she was writhing beneath him.

Then he moved lower, kissing a path down her stomach, pausing to press his lips to the faint silvery lines on her skin.

"You're beautiful," he murmured against her flesh, and she believed him.

When his mouth finally reached her pussy, Mayla was already trembling. He spread her thighs wide, his breath hot against her wet folds. He dragged his tongue through her slit in one long, slow stroke.

Mayla moaned, her head falling back against the pillows. "Oh god, Trafalgar—"

He didn't tease. He ate her like a man starved, his tongue circling her clit before sucking it between his lips.

Two fingers slid inside her, curling just right, and Mayla saw stars. Her orgasm crashed over her with a force that left her gasping, her thighs clamping around his head as she came hard against his mouth.

Trafalgar didn't stop until she was whimpering from overstimulation.

He kissed his way back up her body, his lips glistening with her arousal. "I could do that all night," he said, his voice rough with want. "But I need to be inside you."

He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her clit.

Mayla wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. "Please," she begged. "I need you."

He pushed inside slowly, letting her feel every inch. Mayla's nails raked down his back as he filled her completely, her pussy stretching around him. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Trafalgar began to thrust, deep and steady, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside her.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his forehead pressed to hers.

Mayla could only moan in response, her body meeting his thrust for thrust. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, skin against skin, breathless gasps.

It was slow and tender at first, but soon the need between them grew frantic.

Trafalgar sat back on his heels, pulling her with him until she was straddling his lap. "Ride me," he commanded, his hands gripping her hips.

Mayla didn't hesitate. She braced her hands on his shoulders and began to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that made them both groan.

From this angle, she could feel every ridge of his cock dragging against her walls. She watched his face as she rode him, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened with pleasure.

"Touch yourself," he said, his voice strained.

Mayla's hand slid between her thighs, her fingers finding her clit. She circled it frantically, her movements becoming erratic as the pressure built. Trafalgar's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her faster.

Mayla cried out his name as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy convulsing around his cock. Trafalgar followed a moment later, thrusting up into her one final time as he came with a guttural moan, spilling himself deep inside her.

They collapsed together, tangled in the sheets, their bodies slick with sweat. Trafalgar pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Stay with me," he murmured against her hair. "Don't ever doubt how much I want you."

Mayla smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I won't. I promise."

She fell asleep in his arms, warm and safe and utterly content. And in the quiet of the snowy night, Trafalgar held her close, thinking that no treasure in all the world could compare to her.

The first sound that pulled Trafalgar out of sleep was faint enough that for several seconds he wondered whether he had dreamed it. Then Aaron cried again from the room next door.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Mayla. She was still asleep against him, worn out after the long night they had shared, her breath slow and even under the blankets.

He lay still a moment longer to be certain the noise had not reached her. When she only shifted and pressed closer to the warmth he had left behind, he eased his arm out from under her and slid off the bed without waking her.

'Let her sleep.'

His trousers were on the floor beside the bed. He pulled them on and left the rest where it lay, and the boards were cold under his bare feet as he crossed the room. Another muffled cry came through the wall. He opened the door and shut it quietly behind him.

Aaron's room was a few paces down the corridor.

The maid set to watch him was already at the crib when Trafalgar came in, lifting the child out with both hands. Aaron went on crying through everything she tried, his small face red and furious.

"My lord." She straightened when she saw him. "I'm sorry if he woke you. I'll have him quiet in a moment."

"It's fine. Give him here."

She hesitated only long enough to be sure of his arms before she passed the boy over.

The crying did not stop. Trafalgar held him against his bare chest, pulled the blanket back around him and walked the length of the room with one hand moving slowly over his son's back.

"What's all this about at this hour, hm? Your mother's finally asleep and you've decided nobody else should be."

He kept his voice low. The words did less work than the sound of them.

Aaron's crying began to break up, one sob at a time, until there was more breathing in it than noise.

The maid stayed near, her hands ready. Trafalgar looked over at her.

"Thank you. Go and get some rest."

She blinked at him. "My lord, it's my work. I'm to stay with the young master through the night."

"Don't trouble yourself with it." Trafalgar looked back down at Aaron, whose fist had caught a handful of nothing against his chest. "I'd like to spend some time with my son. I'll call for you if I need you."

She said nothing for a moment. She looked at the lord of Euclid standing half-dressed in the dark with a screaming child on his shoulder, when he could have named any one of a dozen people to carry the boy instead, and whatever she had expected to find in that room, this was not it.

She bowed lower than she had when he entered.

"Of course, my lord. I'll be close if you want me."

"Thanks. Sleep."

She left, and the door closed softly behind her.

Trafalgar stayed by the window afterward, turning slowly on the spot with Aaron against his shoulder while the snow went past the glass in the dark. Little by little the crying stopped altogether, and the small weight against his chest grew heavier as the boy gave in to sleep.

Mayla was asleep one room away. His son was asleep in his arms. Trafalgar stood where he was and had no wish to be anywhere else.