My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Chapter 535 AFTER (BONUS Chapter 2)

SERAPHINA’S POV

Nothing kills libido like seasickness.

I’d amassed more power in the months since I’d last visited Kieran’s island, and none of it, not one shred, meant anything to the churning, merciless tide beneath Ashar’s Pride.

I was humbled—thoroughly, wretchedly humbled—folded over a basin for most of the crossing while my stomach turned itself inside out and the horizon refused to hold still.

My only saving grace was my doting fiancé.

Although the misery of the yacht ride was the same as the last time I’d been on it, one thing had changed.

This time, I didn’t have the urge to push Kieran’s hands away when he pressed a cool cloth to the back of my neck, didn’t grit my teeth when he murmured for the crew to bring more water, more crackers, more of the bitter chalky medicine that never quite worked fast enough.

This time I let myself be weak in front of him, let myself lean into the solid, steadying wall of his chest without the reflex to prove I didn’t need it.

I’d learned that being cared for wasn’t the same as being controlled, and I would happily be a damsel in distress as long as Kieran Blackthorne was my knight in shining armor.

Even now, as we came up the path from the dock, I was cradled against him, my cheek resting over the steady drum of his heart, my body still rocking with phantom waves that no longer existed.

I heard him, distantly, instructing the staff in that low, even Alpha voice. "Take our things to my room. Then you’re done for the night—everyone clear out of the villa till further notice."

As he carefully climbed the steps, I buried my head in his neck, breathing him in, and felt my erratic heartbeat steady.

He laid me down on the bed with a care that still, after everything, undid something soft in my chest.

I was too tired to take in much, my eyes already slipping shut, but I registered the dark, masculine lines of the room and the wall of glass at my back giving onto nothing but ocean and the setting sun.

Though Kieran hadn’t been here in months, his scent was everywhere, woven into the sheets beneath me, and I couldn’t stop myself from burrowing deeper and filling my greedy lungs.

“Get some rest,” he murmured, tenderly brushing a stray strand of hair from my forehead.

When he made to rise, I caught the hem of his shirt in my fist before he could straighten. My grip had no strength behind it, but that didn’t stop me from tugging, weak and insistent.

“Don’t go,” I slurred. “We’re supposed to be having hot, torrid sex. Get in here, and let me jump your bones.”

He laughed, the low and warm sound rumbling through my palm where it rested against him.

"Save your strength, kangaroo. When you’re feeling better, you can jump my bones all you want."

I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him that need didn’t wait for regained energy, and I didn’t give a shit that my stomach still rolled like the tide.

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