A small bedroom with a wide bed at the center stood before him. The wooden walls were covered in the occasional tapestry. Standing before him, bare, was the most amazing view he had only dreamt of. Her raven hair fell against the pale skin of her body. Streaks of silver contrasted the dark black. The tattoos covered every part of her body, a inky black against her skin. A long ragged scar spread across her chest in addition to the small mark on her ribs. Defined muscles highlighted her strength.
Carefully he approached her, feeling the warming air on his bare skin. Dwarvish runes laying underneath her scar had caught his attention. They read, 'Behind the hidden door is my prince, my King.'
"You left a mark." She said.
Carefully, he traced the words. "The mark you left on me is not visible but no less real." He replied.
Once again, her lips touched his. Her skin pressed against his. He moaned into her mouth, feverishly kissing her.
Clumsily, they climbed onto the bed trying not to break the kiss. Momentarily, Thorin pulled away from her, to lay on his side. With open arms he invited her into his embrace, instantly she was nestled against him. Carefully, he pressed his lips against hers once more.
He felt her hand trance it's way down his chest, over his stomach until it grasped him. Leaning his head back, he let out an audible groan.
As she gently stroked him, he realized his control was waning.
"My love." He whispered to her. "I wish to be united with you."
Her hand immediately stopped. Thorin urgently rolled the two of them over so he was propped up on his hands, hovering over her. Carefully, he guided himself into her.
The damp warm of her was all encompassing. He was lost, unaware of his surroundings. It was only her, her face, her eyes, the feel of her. As he moved within her, she moaned.
With one hand he reached in between them and caressed her, causing her movements to become erratic. He could feel her muscles tense, growing increasingly tighter. Then, without warning, her body erupted into spasms. Her muscles gripped him so intensely he felt himself quickly approach his end. With an incredible burst of pleasure he emptied himself into her.
When his mind cleared, once again he rolled them, so she was laying on top of him. Both of them were breathing heavily. He felt an undeniable happiness surround him.
"Thank you," he said, slowly allowing the tenor of his voice to reach her. "You saved me. I love you my queen."