Author's Note: I apologize! For some reason, part of chapter 9 did not save correctly and I didn't notice it wasn't included. Please enjoy the second part, which is also conveniently the sexy wedding night! ;)

The door closed behind them, and it was silent as they both surveyed the room that belonged to them for the next couple of months. Both recognized some of their belongings from their old rooms had been moved for them.

Sandor had a corner of the room where his wardrobe and small personal armory stood.

Defyra's changing screen was placed in the opposite corner beside her wardrobe and vanity. Her table and desk had been placed prominently in front of the windows, the table garnished with finger foods and a jug of wine with two goblets. Taking up most of the room was a large four-poster bed that looked big enough for four people.

Sandor turned to her and leaned down to kiss her, noticing her nervous expression before she closed her eyes and met his lips. He led her to the table and sat her at it before pulling up a chair next to her. He poured them both wine and she accepted her goblet gratefully, taking a sip.

"Take your time. I won't touch you until you're ready," he said softly.

"I am ready for you to touch me," she whispered.

"You're shaking." He reached over to cover her shaking hand with his steady one, looking upon her with affection.

"You looking at me like that will help in getting me ready, I think," she said, a slight purr to her voice as she gazed into his eyes.

"Ugly fellows turn you on, Sweet Red?" She rolled her eyes, scoffing.

"You're not ugly." She took another sip before finally meeting his gaze again. His eyes softened upon seeing hers looking back. "You're very ruggedly handsome. I love it when your beard tickles me when we kiss. I love how tall you are. And you're always decent to me. Big hands... And you have endless dark brown eyes."

"You're trying to woo me, bright eyes?" The corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk.

"...Is it working?" She whispered. His smirk widened.

"Aye. I'd say it is."

She stood, eyes fixated on him, and took a step toward him. He stood as well, closing the gap between them in one stride. She reached out and placed her hands on his chest to steady herself before reaching up to pull his face down to hers. Lips met in a soft kiss that gradually grew deeper with his guidance. They parted, catching their breaths before she tiptoed, bringing their lips together again.

She felt his hands trailing of their own accord, fingers skimming over her waist, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples over her clothing. Her moan was muted against his mouth as she arched against him. His lips trailed across her jawline and down her neck. She struggled to steady her breathing, feeling her face and body growing hot. She felt his fingers fumbling at the fastenings of her dress and her hands joined him in the effort, eager to be freed from the heavy fabric. Her dress was soon pooled at her feet and Sandor was yanking the stays of her corset.

"So many damn layers," he mumbled. "Gotta get 'em off."

"You're still fully clothed," she panted, grabbing at his sleeve.

Her corset was removed and tossed away swiftly by Sandor, only leaving her in her light and nearly sheer shift. She stopped him from removing that, her hands pulling up his tunic instead. Bit by bit his muscled torso was exposed and her hands slowly ran over it, humming her appreciation. He tugged his tunic off over his head and tossed it. He silently pulled her closer and she felt his body heat through her thin shift.

"You're sure you're ready?" He asked softly. The timbre of his voice made her shiver against him.

"I am." She gazed up at him, admiring his handsome face and dark eyes."I've been waiting for this since that tourney night."

"We don't have to wait any longer, Sweet Red."

She had barely time to react before he had swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Careful not to toss her, he laid her against the pillows. He tugged upwards at her shift, pulling it up and over her head as she raised her arms.

She lay bare before him, her cheeks reddening at the sight of his eyes trailing over her form as if he were strategizing what area of her to conquer first. He knelt over her, hands smoothing over her thighs. He watched the gooseflesh rise under his touch. He gently spread her legs and a rumble of arousal left his throat at what he saw.

Their gazes met and he watched her reaction to his thumb rubbing her heat. She bit her lip and let out a whimpering cry of pleasure that echoed in the silent room.

His one hand kept the motion while the other teased the soft peaks of her nipples until she was but a puddle, squirming with desire against the pillows. He bent to kiss her and grunted in surprise as she pulled him down on top of her. He quickly braced himself on his elbows after momentarily squishing her. Her lips sought his and they shared a ravenous kiss. He reached down to undo his trousers and hastily kicked them off. He noticed her eyes had widened when she caught sight of his cock.

"Like it?" She nodded, face flushing and a sly smile on her lips. Her hands trailed down his chest and stomach and his breath hitched when her hands brushed over his length. His eyes closed at the sensation as she boldly stroked him. After a few moments, he gently pulled her hands out of the way as he settled on his haunches between her legs. She looked up at him, her green eyes dark with arousal. He smirked as he watched her gaze go unfocused with pleasure as he sunk a finger gently into her. Soft moans broke the silence as he gently thrust, preparing her to take in all of him as he gradually added two more digits. Her head fell back against the pillows as she gasped. He felt her tighten around his fingers and captured her lips with his just in time to muffle a loud cry as her back arched. He slowly pulled out, satisfied with how ready she had gotten. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she peppered kisses along his jawline.

He aligned their bodies and entered her slowly, gasping in unison with her at the sensation. They met eyes. She looked exquisite laid out beneath him, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from kissing, and hair a beautiful mess. All of his self-control was in check, for she was so deliciously tight around him. He moved slowly, a small growl sounding in the back of his throat at his enjoyment. She heard it and smirked up at him, moving her hips slightly to show her readiness. He returned the smirk and stroked a bit deeper, watching her head tilt back and a genuine purr of pleasure escape her lips. Soon the bed began to creak under their motions and she sounded out her pleasure freely, her arms holding on to his shoulders for dear life.

Sandor moved harder, spurred on by her moans. His eyes were trained reverently on her face. Her cheeks were a rosy sheen. Her eyes were closed, eyebrows knit together and lips hanging open, letting forth the most delicious sounds. Her hips started to buck into his thrusts and he knew she wouldn't last much longer. He nipped at the skin of her neck as she gave a great cry and rode out her release on him, legs wrapping around his waist. He held fast to her; he was not far behind. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he snapped his hips vigorously. She drew his face to hers and kissed him passionately.

"Fuck," he growled against her lips. His thrusts slowed a bit before he buried himself deep inside with an indulgent groan.

They stayed like that for a moment, so intimate, breathing one another's air. Sandor gently got up and freed the blankets from underneath her to drape over them. He joined Defyra in bed and threw an arm over her, pulling her back close against his chest. She lay her arm over his and let out a long, happy sigh.

"You were delightful," she murmured. He snorted softly into her neck despite himself.

"I've never been called that before in my life." He kissed her neck. "You, however, were absolutely perfect." He nuzzled into her hair as she idly traced over his arm with a finger. It was peaceful for several minutes with only the sound of the flames in the wall sconces crackling.

"Do we just do it once tonight?" she asked quietly. His head popped up, instantly interested.

"We do it as many times as we want."

"That's good, then."

She caught him off guard by turning suddenly and pressing her body up against his, kissing him soundly. He responded immediately, grabbing her and pulling her on top of him. Her legs straddled him and he watched her eyes widen as she felt his arousal start to grow against her.

He enjoyed the view of her sitting over him. His touch roamed over her, flicking her sensitive nipples, grabbing her hips to grind her against him. She was quick to act this time, reaching down between them to slip his hardness inside.

"So fucking tight," He marveled aloud. She began to move, and all rational thoughts left his mind. He thrust up to meet her hips, his grunts echoing her moans. After a few, he had to still himself lest he finish too early. He growled encouragement as she rolled her hips, ever more vigorously as her orgasm approached. He thrust into her again and she let out a series of gasps and moans as she rode her orgasm. He was not far behind at all, giving in to his release with a long groan as he held her to him. She attempted to roll off of him after but his arms were snug around her. Smiling, she draped her arms around his chest and rested her head just under his chin.

"Again after a rest," she mumbled into his chest. She felt his rumble of amusement against her cheek.

"So greedy," he whispered, rubbing her back in slow trails. They eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.