Heaven tastes like Sin
A/N: Alright after a long leave of absence I'm back and with a vengeance. So we left our beloved princess in the hands of Reaver. What is he going to do with her I wonder? Well not really since I'm the author and I know what he's going to do with her since I wrote the story. Now sit down and enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 3: You are Mine
Reaver sat in a chair across from where he had Medea tied up. He sat in just his boots and his pants, his coat, hat, and cane tossed away from him. He ran his fingers through his hair and his chin resting on his fingers. He gazed at the princess willing her to wake up soon; he smiled to himself as he examined her. He had changed her clothes into something more appropriate and fun. Her body was the perfect figure for the dress he once given to Kate, only instead of the dress being a pure silvery white for Medea he had it dyed to match the shade of blood, something he knew that she bathed in.
He stood up and walked over to her, he lifted her face and smiled at the make-up on her, her eyes held heavy black makeup that he knew when she opened her eyes they would make the blue of her eyes pop and her lips were painted with the darkest of red lipsticks. Normally the make-up would harm a woman's beauty but for the princess it enhanced it and made her look even more exotic. He noticed a slight stirring in her face and smiled. "Come come now my dear, it is quite rude to keep people waiting." He felt his loins stir as she pierced him with blue eyes.
"Care to explain why you knocked me out cold and tied me up? Don't you know that you are being a poor host?" She challenged her eyebrow quirking.
Reaver smirked as he took a step back and sat back in his own chair. "Now that you are awake, let's chat shall we?"
Medea smirked and shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and sitting like the elegant princess she was. "So, you are my brother's right hand man? Well, I remember you from when I was a child. I also remember reading about you, about your exploits. They say you are a very talented lover."
"Trying to entice me into bed? Do you think that will work given how tied you are? Both physically and not so." He smirked indicating the ring on her left hand.
"You pay attention. Yes I am married, to a wonderful man, one that I have known for many many years." She smirked and leaned forward showing off her lovely figure even more. "But just because I am married doesn't mean I can't enjoy what life has to offer me."
Reaver laughed, "my kind of woman, but nothing like your mother. You're mother was kind and sweet, she always thought of others before herself…and she never once cheated on her husband."
Medea's eyes darkened, "don't compare me to my mother! I am not weak like she was!"
Reaver sat stunned by her sudden outburst, "Your mother was not weak, far from it." He said smoothly as he stood up. "Quite the opposite, she was a very strong woman. One whom I admired and gave great respect to."
"Yes yes, I know all about your past with my mother. You also betrayed her, giving her over to Lucien when she needed you most to stop him."
"Is that all you know?" Curious to see if she was as intuitive as her brother and looked through her mother's journals.
"What else is there to know? I stopped reading after she endlessly wrote of her husband leaving her. My mother was weak, she was virtuous and tried to satisfy everyone else before thinking of herself. People fawn and ohh and aww over her as if she was such a perfect woman, telling me I should be more like her but look around us Reaver, kind virtuous people don't end up at the top. Its people like you and me."
"And what do you know about me?"
Medea smirked, "after you visited the castle that one day when I was a child I had to learn more about you, but the library offered nothing besides fairy tales, so I turned to my mother's journals. She had an entire book dedicated to you and your exploits." Her smirk turned into a charming smile, "I had to learn more about you, you fascinated me. You were handsome and mysterious. As I grew older it became more than a childhood crush, I couldn't stop thinking of you, and you haunted my ever dream my every thought."
Reaver sat in stunned silence at her confession, causing her to smile even more. "What are you smiling at?"
"Please Reaver; make my dreams into a reality." She pleaded her voice dropping to a more seductive tone as she leaned forward her eyes heavy as she looked at him through her lashes, her lips parted ever so slightly and very invitingly. "Reaver I ache for you, I have for years. Please ease that ache."
Reaver bit back a groan as her words washed over him and made him harden to the point of aching. He growled low in his throat as he gripped the arms of her chair, along with her wrists and lowered his face to hers so that they were only inches apart. "Tempting little minx, aren't you?" He leaned down so that their lips were barely touching.
"Almost as tempting as mother?" She asked softly, her voice all velvet and silk.
Reaver growled and slammed his lips to hers in a rough bruising kiss. Medea smirked against his lips as she lifted her leg and kicked him in the jaw making him fall away from her. She snapped the ropes binding her arms to the chair and slowly stood up bracing her hands on her hips, "men you are all the same." She laughed, a cold hard sound that both chilled and fired up Reaver's blood.
Reaver slowly stood up and smirked at her, "such a strong woman, I should have used manacles instead of rope but I had no idea of your strength."
Medea smirked back at him, "never underestimate a Hero, you have made that mistake once before no?" She crooked a finger at him, "come, show me what you've got."
Reaver smirked as he darted forward and swung at her. Medea easily ducked his fist and knocked him in the solar plexus making him double over before she brought her elbow down on the back of his neck dropping him to the floor. Reaver grabbed her ankle and swept her feet out from under her causing her to land heavily on her back, knocking the breath out of her chest.
Medea saw stars as her head hit the floor with a hard thud and her chest ached with the sudden loss of air. She groaned as her head swam and she felt a sudden weight on her chest as she looked up into a pair of dazzling brown eyes. Reaver had her pinned with his knees on her arms pinning her hands down and his hands on either side of her head. Blood dripped from his split lip and he lifted his hand to wipe it away.
"You made me bleed dear madam, that is not very lady like of you nor is it very nice."
She shrugged as best as she could, "it got me out of the chair."
Reaver had to laugh and shake his head, "such a saucy, daring, infuriating, beautiful minx you are." He leaned down and kissed her again, but with more passion instead of violence, that sent heat spiking through her body.
Medea moaned and arched up into him licking at the blood that was on his lips. She tried to press up against him but growled when she couldn't move. "Damnit Reaver let me touch you."
Reaver pulled back and smirked at her, "I don't think so little princess." He smiled as he ran his fingers down the slit of her dress pushing off her shoulder exposing her pert breasts to him and he smiled. "Such a beautiful figure." He smirked as he traced his finger around her nipple making her arch off the ground. "Such reactions, so unseemly for a princess." He leaned his head down and lapped at her breasts like a kitten in a bowl of cream, and purred at the taste of her skin.
Medea tugged at the chains and arched her back moaning and growling. "Damnit Reaver!" she cried out harshly, her voice ending on a near shriek when his fingers slipped under her skirt and stroked the folds of her entrance.
Reaver felt his pride swell at making the Princess cry out in pleasure as he skillfully touched her young ripe body. "Such a sweet smell, oh yes I can taste your need and arousal on my tongue already. You're body begs for this, as if you haven't been touched in ages."
Medea trembled as his words poured over her as her stomach tightened with heat and her lower body began to tingle with anticipation. "My husband has not touched me in months."
"A beautiful young thing like you?" Reaver clicked his tongue, "such a pity, you deserve to be lavished and touched and felt." His words ghosted over her skin as he slid himself down. His lips and tongue brushed her skin as he sampled the beautiful pale ambrosia that was her skin. He growled low in his throat as he grabbed his boot knife and sliced the dress away that got in his way of his worship of her body. His fingers also undid his pants and pulled his aching member free of its confines. He spread her thighs and stared at the piece of her that is pure woman, and a small smirk spread across his lips. "You shave down here?" He asked his brown eyes light and surprised.
Medea smirked down at him, "makes it easier for me."
Reaver smirked back at her, but something darker was in his eyes now, something predatory that sent a foreign thrill through her body. He looked animalistic and it both trilled and terrified her. He slid his hands up her creamy pale thighs and slid his fingers over her smooth womanhood, shivering at the feel.
She moaned loudly and spread her legs wider arching her back as his fingers just ran along the folds of her womanhood, spreading her juices and spreading warmth through her. "Reaver" she gasped.
He smirked and slid two fingers roughly into her, smiling at the reaction of her body around just his fingers, his body aching for what it would feel like around his aching cock. "You feel almost virginal. Such a wonderful feeling, you clench and convulse around my fingers." He crawled back up her body as he slid his fingers into her body touching and feeling her around him, savoring the tightness. He licked and sucked at her neck as his fingers worked her tight wet womanhood and leaned up to breath into her ear. "Medea…little princess….you want this."
She gasped as his fingers dove in and now a 3rd finger joined the other two stretching her wide. She whimpered and pulled at the chains binding her hands down her body trembling and small noises pouring from her throat.
"Say it Medea…say you want this and I will give you everything." He promised, his voice like silk in her ear, his fingers diving into her.
"I want this Reaver! Gods I want this!" she cried out as his fingers expertly tormented her g-spot sending ripples and shockwaves through her body.
Reaver snarled in triumph as he removed his fingers and slammed himself into her, nearly howling as her silken heat wrapped around his throbbing manhood. "Fuck Medea!"
Medea let out a scream as she arched and lifted her hips to drive him deeper. "Reaver!"
The pace was hard and rough, Reaver knew he had to be hurting the tiny princess but a very tiny part of him cared, he wanted her. She was his Kate reborn in looks, but her soul screamed out to him and begged him to claim her. And that was what he did on the floor of his privet rooms, he claimed her. He slid his aching member into her and looked down into her piercing blue eyes.
She looked back at him, blue locked with nearly black eyes, never blinking. Heat, lust, rage, passion, and something else that couldn't be named danced in their eyes. Reaver never lost the pace, pulling himself out to the tip and slamming back into her reveling in her clenching womanhood around him. He dropped his head to her shoulder and bit down hard grunting in her ear. "Come Medea, release I need to feel you give into me."
Medea gasped as her back bowed violently and she clenched around him coming violently, seeming to suck him in more. His name turned into a wordless scream on her lips, and Reaver had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
He slammed into her a few more times, drawing out her orgasm before finally impaling himself to the hilt and releasing himself deep inside of her. He pressed closer to her as his orgasm raced over him and drained him as he growled into her ear. "You are mine."
A/N: Finally I have that chapter out and it's done and over with. Hope you enjoyed this little thing between Medea and Reaver!
