He had to hand it to her, she was a little demon in the sheets.
They'd been doing a great job of keeping their relationship under wraps, but Surana was getting restless with it.
Last week when Gregoir had his back turned she grabbed his ass, whispering something that made him red all over before she disappeared into the shadows, creeping back to the room with a smug look on her face.
He was almost nervous when Greagoir assigned him to her hall, wondering what she had up her sleeve this time.
Before he even got to her room he could her her loud moans, and his stomach felt tight with want.
She called out to him, and he hoped she sensed him at the door, as it was just loud enough for him to hear.
Then…Oh, Maker.
Her gasps came fast and loud, and he pressed his ear to the door after making sure the coast was clear.
"I want to feel you pressed into my heat, oh, Cullen…I want to feel that maker-devoted tongue run circles around my breasts and right here…" He could imagine her legs spread wide, her red hair spilled over her pillow, one hand grabbing her breast and the other rubbing her nub, the place they both wanted his tongue to be right now.
He licked his lips, walking the hall a few times, stopping every time for just a moment in front of her room, the moaning never subsiding, only seeming to come like a chant to his ears.
One last time…he promised himself, and then he'd slip in an have her.
But then…"Please….Cullen…Please…"
Sod it.
He slipped his key into the door and found her there just the way he imagined, but wearing a black lace nightgown that hugged to her skin tightly, and he sobbed out a moan.
Her green eyes pleaded with him and he slipped into bed with her, running his fingers over the lace and humming at the warmth of her skin.
"Please, quickly…" she begged, and he unbuckled his armor as quietly as he could, placing it on a chair by her bed and stripping his clothes off with a quickness.
"You have teased me all day my love, and here you beg for me.." he growled, and she bit her lip, nodding like a child who had been caught stealing from her nan.
He could make her suffer, but then again, his cock was aching for her, and so it was just as much about him as her now.
He wasted no time hilting himself inside of her, and she was so slick, so wet and he groaned into her mouth, her long dark nails dragging into the skin and leaving a pleasant burn that he so enjoyed.
Soon they finished together, Cullen placing soft kisses over her forehead and playing with her hair, occasionally running his fingers over the fine and sensitive tips of her elven ears until she was fast asleep.
He slipped out from under her and tucker her in after a while of savoring the feel of her in his arms, slipping on his armor as quietly as he did when he entered, and left the room to continue his watch.
Saucy minx, that one. He chuckled to himself, a bit of a hop in his step for the rest of the evening.
The marks on his back occasionally stung as he shifted around, proof he belonged to her just as much as she belonged to him.
