It was much easier to remove his armor this time, now that she knew where the clasps were hidden. As metal fell away from warm skin, the couple was finally free to touch and explore each other. Ellana took advantage of this, leaning fully into Cullen's muscular chest, and embraced him as he attempted to toe off his boots. Her slender hands curved around the back of his head, into his curly hair. She scraped her nails against his scalp lightly, causing him to shiver and close his eyes in pleasure. Their lips moved effortlessly against each other. This was a dance they had already mastered; it was what came after they were still perfecting, eager as they were to practice now.

Tongues met, slick and soft, then hard and insistent as they swept against each other. Cullen gripped her hips tightly, desperately, and tipped towards her, chasing the taste of her luscious mouth. When they finally pulled back, their lips were tinted ruby and swollen. Ellana's chin felt rubbed raw by Cullen's stubble.

His light brown eyes followed the way her chest lifted as she panted, his hand at her upper back to steady her. Cullen twisted, laying her gently upon the crumpled lustrous sheets of her bed.

Their first night together had been rushed in their impatience. When he had taken her, it had been against the rigid wood of his trustworthy desk, which had left them both aching and bruised in many places, though highly satisfied in the end. This time, it would be different. He attempted to convey that sentiment within his hungry gaze and Ellana couldn't stop the trembling need that washed through her.

Cullen leaned back onto his heels, mattress dipping and creaking beneath his full weight to pull off his ivory muslin tunic. Ellana's eyes immediately met the chiseled expanse of his glorious chest. She bit her lip to keep from grinning. Ellana reached out to run her hands over him and latched onto his broad shoulders. He chuckled and began sliding his sturdy, rough fingers up the soft planes of her thighs, taking the bottom of her nightgown with him. Once he met the naked flesh of her hips, he stilled. Fingertips dug in just enough to turn alabaster skin red. He made a low keening noise in his throat. His gaze turned ravenous, slipping down to where his hands laid against her, and was welcomed by the sight of her bare skin in the dim light. Ellana was overwhelmed then, for she couldn't decide whether to look at his naked torso, the way his erection - now at full mast - pushed firmly against his nugskin breeches, or where he then stared, in awe.

"Maker's Breath," he muttered, taken aback, voice dark and low. "I cannot wait to taste you, Maker help me…"

"You can," she murmured, unabashedly shifting her legs a little further apart. She needed him on her, touching her, filling her to the brim until she could no longer think. "Please, Cullen -"

"No," he interrupted before she could truly beg, his gaze softening as he took in the view. Ellana's hair lay in disarray around her, most resembling a haystack. Her deep set, almond eyes were blown wide with want. Cullen couldn't look away from where her teeth bit gently into her tender lower lip. "Not yet. I want to take my time with you."

Cullen continued lifting her shift, and she shimmed a bit to help as he pulled it up and over her. He balled it up and threw it over his shoulder, and they laughed as it landed across the room, almost knocking the mirror off her desk. He did the same with his breeches and smallclothes, throwing them off to the side as quickly as possible. Cullen leaned forward on his sinewy forearms to bring their lips together briefly once more. He licked lightly along the seam of her dewy mouth before continuing his journey downward. Moist lips dragged across satin skin, from clavicle to the very tips of her breasts. Ellana's chest rose and fell from panting breaths as she struggled to remain still under him. She could feel his member dragging hot and heavy down her body as he moved.

When his tongue met her nipple and flicked, her unmarked hand found purchase in his perfectly coiffed hair, successfully making a mess of it. His touch turned rough at her reaction, fingertips imprinting into her skin as his hands wildly grasped at her bosom. Ellana groaned and tightly gripped the sheets beneath her.

Cullen took a steadying breath and continued with his original plan. He wished to savor the delicate slide of her silken skin against his and relish the taste of her upon his tongue. Their first night together had been a fever dream of hands clutching whatever amount of skin they could reach, blue bruises blossoming across hips from harsh edges. Not this time, he thought.

Tilting his head down once more, he pressed his powerful thighs into Ellana's, forcing her legs further open. Lips following the path of his gentle touch, he continued down the stretch of her alluringly pale body.

She lost patience, and as he approached where her legs parted revealing her, she used the hand still curled into his hair to push him down. He chuckled at her insistence.

"I know you said you wished to take your time," She said, swallowing thickly at the sight of him between her spread legs. Stubble scraped across her sensitive thighs and she stifled a quiet moan into the back of her quivering hand. "But I don't think I have the patience to wait any longer."

He couldn't stop his mouth from twisting into a smirk, then. She laughed openly and shoved him a bit with her foot where it was resting lightly against his back.

"I want to take my time with you, Ellana, while we still have it. We don't know what lies ahead of us now," he explained, sitting up once more so that they could speak face to face. His smirk fell, replaced with a slight frown. "I don't want to waste these moments, precious as they are." Precious as you are to me.

Worry etched in the lines of Cullen's forehead as his thick eyebrows pulled together. Ellana sat up on one elbow and lifted her marked hand to cup his cheek, then smoothed out the lines with her fingertips, complete understanding in her gaze.

"We will have more time together, Cullen," she said, leaning forward to peck his lips once where they had been pressed into a thin, brooding line. "Though we may be a bit busy now, there is always after. We will have forever. "

He sucked in a harsh breath, touched his brow to hers, and closed his eyes.

"Forever," he repeated.

He sat back on his heels again, and watched as Ellana's eyes travelled over the expanse of broad shoulders, down the swirls of hair covering his buff chest, to where his cock sat - flushed at the tip - between shredded thighs. A tidal wave of want crashed through him. He pushed her back with a growl, grasping her calves to pull her towards him. She yelped in surprise but it quickly turned into a laugh, as Cullen slid his tongue and lips over the delicate insides of her supple thighs. She moaned as he slipped it between the wetness of her folds. Ellana almost screamed when lips closed around her, creating a delicious suction, and a thick finger pressed inside. Electricity built up, from the very tips of her toes. She couldn't control her hips as they ground against him.

His answering groan vibrated through her, and he pressed a second broad finger into her cunt, slurping the sweetness flowing from her. Her body tensed: head thrown back and muscles taught like an overstrung bow, trapping him between her glorious thighs. She came then, back arching slightly as her cunt gushed the sweetest sap. Cullen happily drank it down.

Sparks of electricity danced from her fists where they were enclosed around white linen, crackling through the air before disappearing quickly as Ellana fought for control over herself. When she finally looked up, dazed and panting, Cullen was sitting between her spread thighs, holding himself tightly in one hand and watching the great rise and fall of her chest in awe. His lips and chin dripped with honey.

"Come on," she panted, hands moving to grip his ass to pull him tighter against her. His member dragged against where she was sopping wet. They both shuddered and groaned, and Cullen couldn't control the jerk of his hips as he dragged his cock along the seam of her aching lips, coating himself in her juices.

"Cullen," she whined, lifting a hand to clutch the back of his neck, straining to bring their mouths together. He attempted to hold himself up with his right arm while his left guided him to her entrance, where it caught for a moment before pressing into her opening. The smooth skin of his cock glided effortlessly into her. They both stilled for a moment to catch their breath. Cullen trembled as her cunt tightened around him, a strangled moan forced out of his throat.

He lifted her legs to rest her calves upon his shoulders, allowing him to reach even deeper inside of her. He bent over her, pushing her knees closer towards her, to bring a large calloused hand up to grip her breast, thumbing her rosey nipple. She quivered beneath him, mouth agape and eyes rolled back as he relentlessly thrusted against that spot inside her. Cullen grunted in pleasure each time his pelvis met her ass.

He moved his hands to the backs of her knees and beared down, bringing her knees to graze the mattress beside her bouncing breasts, opening her up even further. The force and speed of his thrusts were unrelenting and Ellana screamed, unable to control the sounds being coerced from her. Her cunt grew ever tighter - almost constricting - as Cullen brought nimble fingers to her clit, rubbing in unison with his increasing movements.

Static filled the air, lifting hair to stand on end, crackling in their ears. The danger of it thrilled him, and he moaned openly as Ellana let out a strangled moan, back bowing as an orgasm tore through her once more as Cullen continued thrusting. She struggled to contain the electricity that burst from her fingertips, but could control it just enough to send it surging into the mattress below her, singing a hole through her sheets and into her mattress. She flopped back, boneless and gasping for breath, as Cullen's own orgasm was ripped from him. Her cunt squeezed around him, milking every last drop from his spent body.

Letting go of her legs, he pulled out of her. They shuddered at the loss of contact, though as Cullen dropped to the side, he pulled her with him, arranging them so that her back was to his chest. They laid together as they tried to catch their breath, basking in the euphoria of their releases.

"Maker's breath, Ellana," he laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and pulling her even closer to him, if that were possible. He wished to cover every exposed inch of her glorious flesh. She chuckled with him, pressing her lips against the back of his hand, letting out a sigh of extreme satisfaction. She tilted her head back against his shoulder and grasped his head, angling it downward so she could try to meet his gaze. The position was awkward, and her ass slid delectably across his sensitive cock. He grunted in pain and pleasure.

When their eyes finally met, he was greeted with her smile, blinding and angelic.

"I love you." she stated, unwavering. His voice was soft with wonder when he finally answered back, rough hand gently gripping her hip.

"I love you, too."