I had Invited him over for dinner, just a casual candle lit meal, you know, like friends do. Orana had cooked the food for us; my own cooking skills are shocking. And the food and conversation has been great. I have the house to myself tonight, mother is off with one of her suitors and I dismissed Orana, Bodhan and Sandal earlier. It is the perfect opportunity to try out the spell on my sexy Prince, but my arm is intertwined with his as we walk out of my dinning hall, preparing to say our goodbyes, and I still haven't mustered the courage to use it.
"I should go." He says as we walk out into the parlour. He sounds reluctant, but I'm not sure.
I tuck my hair behind my ear and find his eyes. "Right, it's getting late." I say, mentally smacking myself as we move into the entrance hall.
"I had a wonderful night tonight." Turning to face me, he flashes me a grin and I blush further.
'Please stay,' I want to say, but don't.
"Thank you for everything," he says as he raises my hand to brush across his lips. A shiver runs down my spine and I cannot resist him a moment longer.
"Your laces are undone," I blurt. Is he even wearing laced boots? Oh Maker, cast it, cast it quickly!
I mumble the spell, as he crouches down to check his shoes. I close my eyes, squeezing them hard as I flick my hand in his direction and finish the spell. I open one eye and peek at him; he's standing in front of me with a puzzled look on his face.
"Did- did it work?" I ask.
He cocks his head to the side. "Did what work?"
I rub at my neck. "Oh, you know... The love spell I just put on you?" I say half-joking in case it didn't.
His mouth straightens into a thin line and his eyes harden. A gasp escapes my lips. I really put my foot in it this time, didn't I? I wince, waiting for him to reprimand me or, or-
Instead, his lips crash into mine and I moan.
His hands are suddenly everywhere, touching my entire body, leaving a fiery trail across my skin. I lose myself to the sensation, my own hands tugging at his hair, deepening the kiss. My tongue darts into his mouth and his throat rumbles sending electricity straight to my desire. It worked, it worked, it flipping worked! We fumble backward, until my back hits the wall. I groan as he pulls at my dress, in one quick motion he lifts it off and I am standing completely naked. He lets out an audible grunt as his eyes trail up my body until they find my face again.
"Hawke."
He whispers this as his hand cups my face; I lean into his touch and smile, staring up at him through thick lashes. His calloused fingers find my breasts, the rough skin only heightening the sensation as he massages them. I lean my head back against the wall as he takes my nipples between two fingers and twirls them expertly. His mouth is at my neck, kissing, licking and sucking, and I gasp out as he takes my earlobe in his mouth at the same time as pinching my nipple. He growls against me as his lips close around mine again. I hold onto his neck as his hands find my ass and squeeze before grabbing my thighs and lifting me into the air. My legs wrap around him, the silky fabric of his clothes rubbing against my sex as he saunters through my house and up my stairs; I can feel his hardness pressed against me and my body quivers in anticipation.
He places me down on the bed gently and even in the moonlight and I can see the blush on his cheeks. He bites on his lip as I lie on my back and spread my legs for him.
"Maker, you're beautiful."
He shrugs out of his clothes, and it is my turn to blush as my eyes roam across his body, trying to take in every delicious inch of him. His eyes are fixed on mine with a look akin to a predator sizing up its prey and I am lost in them. I wiggle my index finger at him and he stalks toward me. He moves over me, planting kisses up my tummy, until his mouth closes around my nipple and I cry out. My hands are in his hair again, pulling the strands and rubbing at his scalp. His own hand twists my nipple, the other trails lower, sliding down my ribs, over my hips and down my thigh. I buckle my hips up to meet him and a soft whimper escapes my lips. I can smell our arousal, and it only makes me hum with pleasure. His hand is close to my throbbing heat as he runs his fingers through my soft curls, still not touching that sweet spot.
"Please." I beg.
Our eyes meet again and there is a flash of white as he grins at me just as his fingers press through my folds to circle around my clit. My hips buck up against him, and I start to moan but his mouth swallows it, his tongue pushing into my mouth to swirl around my own. His fingers move south and I whimper again as he enters me, his long fingers curling around to rub at the burning spot within. He pulls his fingers out to circle my clit again, before sliding them back inside. I shudder against him at every stroke and swirl. I can hear my wetness and feel as my desire builds. My stomach tightens and my legs begin to tremble. His fingers continue to pound into me as his thumb encircles my swelling nub. I bite down on his lip and claw at his back as his movements hasten. My orgasm rips through me and I gasp out his name. I am still shaking as he kisses his way down to my wetness. His tongue darts out, tasting me and I cry out again. He takes me in his mouth, sucking on my clit and swirling his tongue around it as I convulse around his fingers. His tongue goes lower and he buries it inside of me, in a matter of moments I am crying out his name as another orgasm rocks through me.
He sits back on his knees and stares down at me through half lidded eyes, his cock is hard, the veins pulsing along his thick length. He takes himself in his hand and I nod my head as he moves over me and presses it against my entrance. He looks at me one final time, and his eyes are black with want as he thrusts into me. I gasp as he fills me completely, I quiver as he draws himself out, then cry his name as he pounds back into me.
He picks up speed, each thrust more desperate than the last. My hips are in spasm as they grind against him. I am so close to the edge again.
"Cum for me Hawke." He says.
That is my undoing. I cum again, my legs squeezing tight against his back as my hips buckle and I cry out his name. His frantic thrusts stop as he shudders through his own release, grunting my name breathlessly before collapsing on to me.
We lie like that for a time, with him still inside of me, his head resting on my breasts. My breath returns to normal and I can see clearly again. I move my arm to stroke his hair, twisting the locks around my still trembling fingers.
"I'm glad my love spell worked." I mumble against him.
He lifts his head to look at me. "You've always had me under a spell Hawke, no magic necessary."
I gasp. "You mean-" He takes my lips again with his own.
When he pulls away his eyes are shinning slightly. He smiles. "Some people are worth breaking the rules for."
A/N: Thank you for the reviews, follows and faves, you are all awesome! Glad you liked it, who doesn't love a bit of Sebastian, eh? And thank you ElyssaCousland for beta-reading this for me!
