Bronn served himself a cup of wine and watched his young and radiant wife standing in front of him. She gave him a small smile as he stood up, walking behind her and taking the laces of her dress. He inhaled her scent and saw the light shiver on her skin. Rebekah Waldorf was his own, his wife and property. With a touch of her soft hair, he could finally believe it. A cutthroat of fleabottom had become a knight and a husband to one of the most wanted maidens in the Kingdom. He kissed her on the neck.

-„You don't have to be scared, kitten. I don't intent to hurt you. You know what happens now, do you?" Bronn didn't even remember the last time he'd been with a virgin. Couldn't be much of them anyways.

-„I do. My septa told me it about it. About the pain. And Shae... she told me about the pleasure." Rebekah finished unusual shyly.

-„I'm not scared of pain." Rebekah whispered and turned around to face him, putting her hands around his face and kissing him softly on the lips. „I'm just scared that I may not... make you happy." She added, her cheeks turning slightly pink. It only made him more aroused than before, he kissed her back, roughly and demanding, holding her by her slender hips. „You could just stand here and do nothing, it would already make me happy."
Rebekah let herself fall more into his arms while returning the kisses, this time more at ease and passionate, while his hands roamed over her body

His skilled hands quickly freed her from her dress, which fell down to her feet. Bronn took a moment to cherish the beauty in front of him. Rebekah was well formed, slender but filled in in the right places. Her creamcolored skin stood pale against her red hair, which she slowly pulled open, letting the waves of soft hair cover her breasts. Bronn could see the pink zickzacked scar on her thigh and traces of fading bruises on her arms. But those flaws did not bother a man like Bronn, who himself was covered with several scars from battle. Her imperfections proved of her courage.

Golden eyes looked into his own and lips parted slightly as he press his against them. He slowly left trails of kisses on her neck, on her collarbone, down to her breasts while his hands carressed her hips and bottom. A soft moan escaped her lips and Bronn stopped.

-„Lay down, kitten." He said with a smug grin, his voice raspy from want. His wife gracefully sat on the corner of the bed, and Bronn bend down to push her farther on the bed.

Rebekah hesitantly reached for his garments and he helped her to take of his shirt.

He watched Rebekah gaze on his chest, giving her time to get familiar with him.

Rebekah softly touched his skin, covering hard muscles. Bronn may not appear as the strongest man, but his chest proved how welltrained he was. Only few scars showed how rarely he lost a fight.

Again, his rough hands touched her legs, her belly, her breasts, and Rebekah felt a tickeling sensation mixed with something she never had experienced before – she desired his touch.

His fingers travelled between her legs, and for a moment she stiffened, but Bronn smiled.
-„Trust me. You will enjoy it." He whispered coarsly. Rebekah closed her eyes and forced herself to relax and within seconds she found herself moaning, wishing the tension building up in her core would come to release soon.

Bronn enjoyed the sight of her arching under his touch and the desire in her golden eyes. Unlike whores he paid, Rebekah was not faking any of it. Everything she did was only for him, and Bronn would make sure she would cry out his name when he was finished with her.

Her scent of peaches, honey and leafes was intoxicating, and Bronn knew he could not wait much longer. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, tasting her most private parts. Rebekah's hands curled in his hair, and her moans became louder. Suddenly, she gasped and Bronn could feel she had come to her end.

Breathless, she watched him as he opened his breeches and took of his leather pants.

„I had no idea it would feel that way." Rebekah breathed. „And I didn't even truly begin." Bronn blinked.

Rebekah had never seen a man naked, so she tried not to stare at his manhood. Even though she was not experienced, she could tell he was aroused. As he entered her, the feeling of being full was odd but only unplesant at the beginning.

His rythym paced and again, Rebekah was surprised by the reaction of her body. She pressed her hips against his, eager to meet his next thrust. Her hands digged into his lean shoulders, and Bronn moved quicker between her legs, kissing her breathlessly on her mouth.

„Bronn..." Rebekah breathed, feeling the tension building up again. She moaned with each thrust. A few heartbeats later, Rebekah arched again under his heavy body.

Rebekah's head rested on his chest as they lay inlaced on the bed. „Being nervous earlier seems so out of place now." She said lightly and Bronn's deep chuckle made his chest vibrate under her cheek.

-„It does, kitten. I trust you enjoyed it."

She smiled although he couldn't see it. „Do you really need to ask?"

she asked playfully and Bronn bend down to kiss her deeply. „Oh no, not at all." He answered with his trademark smug smile.

-„You are mine now. We have all the time we want." Bronn said, taking a handful of hair before rolling her down with a swift move so that he was on top again.

After hours, they finally came to sleep and Rebekah felt happier than she had in a long time.

Hey guys - I'm back. More than four years later, I came back to fanfiction again. I will try to give this story the ending it deserves. To all of you who were left disappointed: I am really sorry. Somehow, life came between me and my stories. The story I had in mind became useless when the show changed Bronn's plot from his plot in the books and when I couldn't think of anything new, I gave up.

So... are you still interested?

Have a nice day

Liebe Grüße

- M