"Ian, stop." Veritas tugged her husband's arm, making him look at her.
"What is it?" He looked around them, but there was no one. "Did you hear something?"
"No," and she pulled his mouth down to hers, muffling his surprised hum with a deep kiss. "We're free," she pulled back long enough to say, and went back kissing him.
Ian's arms slid around her and he kissed her back thoroughly, lips and tongues sliding and stroking.
"I need you right now," Veritas said, tugging at his button and fly. His eyes glowed green as his head came up, scanning their surroundings again. They were on an island, warm and lush, and in the distance were buildings. Nearer to them was nothing but trees and bushes on three sides and the beach and beyond that the ocean on the fourth. In a blink, Ian had teleported them to a grove of trees that mostly obscured them, then made quick work of his zipper while she yanked her pants down.
Veritas slid her legs around his waist as his head bent to capture a breast, sucking and making her arch. One hand supported her against a tree while the other slipped between them to rub her but she pushed it away. "You, inside me, now," she said breathlessly, grasping his length and guiding it to where she wanted it.
"You're not wet yet," he said, almost in a hiss at the feel of his erection beginning to enter her.
"I. Don't. Care." And she shifted, rocking, working him into her, head thrown back at the combination of pleasure and burning that was partly unprimed body and partly his piercing.
He cursed, then bent to suckle her nipple again, bringing a moan from her. Ian kept her pace, moving in short, slow advances and withdrawals. She began to moan in time to the movements, then the moans became words. "Mine. My love. More…"
He raised his head and captured her mouth again, kissing deeply and in time to his thrusts. She was growing wet now and he moved faster, harder, until the tree shook above them and neither cared what was happening outside of the pleasure of their joining.
Ian slipped his hand between them again and began to rub her. "Come for me, Little Guardian," he said roughly, then bit at the sensitive spot on her neck.
Her nails raked bloody lines on his shoulders, causing him to drive into her harder, which yanked a strangled scream from her before she growled "More."
Ian set a bruising pace then, fingers still between them to give her the extra measure of pleasure. Her cries and the raking of her nails became more frantic, each thrust and swirl of his fingers another drop into a dam that was near to bursting.
Suddenly she could take no more, the orgasm breaking on a scream that she cut off by sinking her fangs into Ian's neck as she shuddered violently.
That painful pleasure pushed Ian over edge as well, his head thrown back to accommodate her bite. "Again," he growled and as she bit him once more he spasmed for several long moments.
Ian and Veritas stood, still joined, Veritas with her head on his chest. After a time they shifted, separated, and put themselves back together. Then she slid her arms around him. "We're free," she whispered, voice choked.
"We are. Now let's check into that little inn, and we can finally have a real honeymoon."
Heat flared through her despite having been recently satisfied. Veritas took Ian's hand and smiled. "Let's."