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They were finally alone.
Her heart and stomach were doing somersaults as Cullen carried her up the stairs slowly and carefully, taking his time. Cordelia wondered if he was as nervous as she was. If he was, he was hiding it gloriously.
They ascended the final step and he put her down on her feet in the middle of the room. She wasn’t sure what to do now that she finally had what she wanted, so Cordelia just stared at him and swallowed. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Cullen removed his gloves, tossing them on the floor and placing his hands on her face.
“I love you,” he said before leaning in and taking her lips with his own. Oh Sweet Andraste, the man could kiss! It was gentle, but Cordelia could swear she felt the beginnings of desire teasing their way into it. He pulled away after a few moments, and gently turned her so her back was to him. His fingers began to slowly undo the laces of her dress as Cullen’s lips planted kisses on her bare flesh as it was exposed to him.
Warmth pooled into her abdomen as the dress came loose, Cullen once again turning her around to face him as he slid the main layer of fabric off her. She might have had two more layers of slips and undergarments to get out of, but the way he was looking at her, Maker have mercy! She felt naked already.
His fingers ghosted across her flesh, and Cordelia felt a mixture of aroused heat and slight shame. His hand laid on her cheek as he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I-it’s been a while,” she explained, her nervousness causing her to slightly stammer. “And even though I’m not a virgin, I’m sure you’ve had better lovers.”
He chuckled, low and sexy. “I’m no Chantry youth, but I definitely haven’t had many lovers,” Cullen assured her. “But I’m not thinking of any of them. You are beautiful, Cordelia. And I want to taste every inch of you.”
Taste every- Oh sweet maker.
Her face flushed crimson and with a smirk, he swooped back in for another kiss. This one was fire and passion, not gentle like the previous ones. This one was like the one from earlier that made her head swim and desire curl into a tight ball inside of her.
Their hands started to touch each other, and she soon found herself very irritated that he was still wearing that new armor of his. “Cullen, I want…” She trailed off, shy and aroused and not sure if she could form sentences properly.
“Tell me,” he hummed in her ear as his hands slid beneath the silk of her slip between her legs. Cordelia’s hands gripped his shoulders as he rubbed her now moist small clothes-covered crotch.
“Too many clothes,” she panted and gripped his armored shoulders. “I need…”
“I want to see you come undone, Cordelia,” he told her. She whimpered as his hands manipulated her like an instrument, and he was the master musician. “Tonight is finally the night I can have you, and do things to you that I’ve wanted to since we were in Haven.” Cullen secured one hand firmly around her leg for stability as his fingers deftly worked her sensitive spot. Cordelia’s arms were now wrapped around his neck, and her breaths were hard and labored. Was it supposed to feel this incredible? Her experiences with Elias were good but for some reason this felt…
She bit her lip as a whimper slipped out.
“How does it feel, Cordelia?” he asked. “Tell me so I can know.”
“It… it feels amazing,” she shuddered. Oh she was close. If he kept this up, she was going to cum. “Please… I don’t…” What was she asking for? Her brain seemed to have stopped working and-
His fingers did something and she cried out, holding him tightly as her body shuddered and shook. Light danced behind her eyelids as he held her close to him and in place. Cordelia had no idea how she was still standing except by Cullen’s support. He pulled his hand gently from between her legs and slipped one of his moist fingers into his mouth, tasting the juices that glistened on the digit.
Cordelia bit her lip with embarrassment mixed with a hint of pleasure at the look he gave afterwards. “I need to get you out of the rest of these clothes,” he said and she swallowed. His brown eyes were dark with desire as he managed to get her completely naked while still wearing all that blasted armor. “Cullen, that’s not fair,” she muttered as he picked her back up and laid her down on their bed.
“Oh?”
His voice was teasing and she felt her face heat up as his eyes looked her over. “You-you’re wearing,” Maker why had she become so ridiculously inept? Cordelia covered her face like an embarrassed child as he smirked at her stammered words. Pulling her hands away from her eyes, he told her, “Do you want me out of my armor, My Lady-Wife?”
Oh Maker, his voice did things to her! She pressed her lips and managed a nod. “Then watch,” he ordered and stepped back. She couldn’t bring herself to disobey him, and her dark brown eyes watched him slowly unbuckle his armor, each piece revealing more and more of him until he was finally completely nude in front of her.
Oh sweet Andraste, he was big. Not just his manhood which jutted out proudly, but his broad shoulders and well-muscled body. Where Elias had been lithe and wiry with black hair, pale skin, and blue eyes, Cullen was built like a warrior looking polar to Elias in many ways.
He crawled over her on the bed and began to kiss and touch her all over again, not letting her do the same. “Cullen, can’t I-”
“No,” he said firmly and she whimpered. His lips trailed down and he planted a kiss atop her rounded belly, more visible now that he’d gotten her out of that dress. Her eyes widened as she realized where he was going, and she tried to move away. His hands held her hips firmly in place as he gave her a look that stopped her from squirming.
“You can’t-”
“I said I was going to taste every inch of you, My Lady-Wife,” he reminded her before his face disappeared between her legs. Cordelia cried out as his tongue and fingers played with her most intimate place, one white-knuckled hand gripping the bed linens beneath her as the other covered her mouth to help muffle the sobs of pleasure that were escaping her.
Cullen stopped and looked up at her, her juices covering his chin and he pulled the hand over her mouth away. “I want to hear you, Cordelia,” he said and she nodded. Sweet Maker, why was this so good? her mind blurrily thought as he brought her to the brink and over once more, her mind and body shuddering with orgasm.
Fuzzily, she registered Cullen kissing her as he positioned his stiff throbbing rod between her petals. He wrapped her legs around his waist and slowly entered her, her back arching at the sensation. It had been a long time and he was so much bigger than Elias.
It was…
She couldn’t….
Cullen let out a hiss at the feel of her on his member. She was so tight and warm around him, and it was taking all he had not to force the rest of him deep inside her. One arm kept hold of her hip, while the other was being used to help him stay balanced while he felt her adjust to him. He slowly, almost to the point of breaking his mind, finally seated himself in her as deep as he could go.
After a few moments, he slowly began to build up a rhythm, her voice a mixture of moans and whimpers that told him she was feeling pleasure. “Talk to me, Cordelia,” he ordered.
“I can’t… it’s too…”
She whimpered in pleasure as her hands covered her face. “It feels good,” she cried, seemingly not in control of her own thoughts. “It didn’t feel this good before!” Some part of him filled with a savage kind of pride at that admittance. “You’re wide and it hurts but it feels good at the same time and I can’t-”
He quickened his pace at her words, causing her to gasp and tighten her legs around his waist. “Maker, Cullen, please I can’t,” she pleaded, tears threatening to spill as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy once again.
“It’s all right, my love,” he soothed, and with a few more thrusts she was gone again, her body a boneless mass of quivering and shudders. He finally hit the crest himself, spilling his seed inside her body, feeling the blessed sweet release and crying out to the Maker before collapsing on her. Taking care to avoid pressing his weight on her stomach, he placed a kiss on her breasts and then her lips.
She looked so beautiful. Her full breasts and slightly rounded tummy and body wracked with orgasmic bliss. A bliss he had brought her, and one that she was not used to feeling in spite of her very happy and fulfilling marriage to Elias. Was it wrong for him to feel smug at that? He probably should feel guilty or ashamed but as he looked at her, he felt nothing but pride. Pride at the sight of his wife. She was his now, and he was determined to bring her to this same state as many nights as he could.