This was madness. Pure madness.
That was all the Inquisitor could think as Cullen slowly slipped one of her silken sleeves from its place on her shoulder, letting it hang loosely against her arm.
His lips played at her neck, forcing small mewls from her mouth. His stubble pricked her neck endlessly, driving her mad. His scent was masculine, unmistakably so. He smelled of earth and steel, but in the most unexpected and enchanting of ways.
She could get lost in that scent.
He pressed her back against a stone wall, his strong hands then ran up her legs until they came to her hips. He reveled in the curve of them, and took his time to grasp them firmly in his hands. His tongue found its way past his lips and onto the skin of her neck.
He wanted to taste every curve of her body, to watch her writhe beneath him so he could watch her as she was lost in pleasure.
The Inquisitor's hands pulled at the latches holding his chest plate. She deftly removed them and Cullen let the heavy metal fall to the stone floor. His mouth all of a sudden was on hers, a fierce burning behind it.
The Inquisitor ran her hands over Cullen's chest, only a thin white shirt keeping her hands from his skin. She felt the hard muscle she always suspected was beneath that intimidating armor of his. Her hands slowly drifted lower and lower until they reached the laces of his pants.
Just as she began to work on his laces, Cullen's hands caught hers and raised them on either side of her head. He broke the kiss and let his fore head rest against hers.
"I-is this…" his eyes stared into her, his pupils nearly consuming the gold of his eyes and turning them black, "is this what you want?" He asked the question as if he expected her to say no, his voice tortured and low.
The Inquisitor stared back, rubbing her thighs together for any kind of friction, "Yes," she moaned, "I want you," she said, begging him to touch her, "Cullen, I want you."
Cullen's eyes locked onto her lips as he released her hands and paced away from her. She let out a whimper of disappointment but stood paralyzed against the wall. She watched as he walked to the closest bench and swung the fur mantle from his shoulders, draping it carefully over the wood.
In an instant, he turned back towards her. He crossed the room to her the way a predator approaches its prey. It made her nervous, yet excited at the same time.
Cullen pulled her into his arms and easily lifted her up until she was straddling his hips. The Inquisitor stared down at him as he walked slowly towards the bench, his hungry eyes locked on her. She wanted to say something, anything, but she was lost for words.
Instead, she let both silken sleeves fall from her shoulders until the fabric slipped from her torso. Cullen watched, mesmerized as the fabric fell, exposing her breasts to him. She felt his grip tighten.
Cullen closed his eyes as he placed a kiss between her breasts, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine and forcing a gasp from her lips. He lowered her until she was sitting on the very edge of the bench, the wood softened by his mantle.
Cullen knelt before her, his eyes admiring very inch of exposed skin. He lightly traced his hands up her toned calves, coming to rest on the tops of her thighs. "You are…" he spoke breathlessly.
"Cullen," the Inquisitor said in a heated breath, "touch me." She pulled at his hands, bringing them to her breasts and pressing them into their fullness.