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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Rendezvous.

Standing on her balcony and watching the sun disappear from the sky, Amara attempted to ignore the chill that came with the setting of the sun. Her mind was preoccupied, the anger that had built at the discovery that she was being used for another's gain had not left her and she wished to crush those who thought they could manipulate her. House Uller would pay for what they had tried to do, she would make them suffer for their grasp at power and their attempt to ruin her life by having her framed for something that she would never do.

Rubbing her arms with her hands, Amara attempted to ignore the chill in the air and avoid returning to her chambers behind her and put off what waited for her was something that she had to do, something that had been delayed long enough already but she could not bring herself to enter the chambers and do it.

Her mind drifted back to the night when Ka first presented himself to her, his admission of sending her the flowers and the gifting of the necklace that still lay around her neck. A part of her wanted to rip it off and chuck it into the darkening gardens below but she knew that it win this, that she could not do so; she must pretend that nothing was wrong and lure him into the trap that she was setting.

The sound of movement behind her made her stiffen, her hands pausing in their attempt to keep her warm and she closed her eyes as the man behind her appeared from inside her chambers. His movement was slow, deliberate and a part of Amara almost wanted to bolt like a deer that was being chased by a hunter; her heart pounded in her chest so loud that she swore he would be able to hear it.

His rough hands resting on her own for a moment before his head dipped down to press a kiss to the left side of her neck, she could smell the sweat that clung to his skin from his work in the training arena that afternoon. His hands trailed up and down her bare arms, continuing the action that she herself had been doing moments before and she could feel the goosebumps that awoke in the path of his hands.

Opening her eyes to look at the view before her, Amara felt indecision route itself in her stomach and she could not bring herself to look at the man that continued to kiss her neck. His hand moved carefully to lift the hair that blocked his path and she bite her lip hard when he gently started to nibble at a sensitive spot just below her left ear.

A soft gasp left her as he pulled her against his chest, she could feel his bare skin against her back through the thin material of her dress. Below Amara could hear people in the gardens heading to the banquet hall for summer, she knew if they were to glance up that her presence would be revealed and her actions discovered.

Instead of feeling embarrassed by the notion, she felt a thrill of excitement and Amara slowly lifted her left hand and moved to cup at the man's cheek as she turned her head slightly towards him so that he could have better access. Her fingers brushed against the skin of his cheek, moving slowly until she threaded her fingers into his dark locks.

Breaking away from her neck, he looked down at her with dark eyes; searching for any sign of doubt for what they were about to do. His eyes seemed to stair deep into her soul and Amara was not sure what he hoped to find there but after a moment he lowered his lips to her own.

The kiss itself was slow and Amara felt like she was the only woman in the world as he kissed her, stealing away her breath as he did so. His hands cupped her face as he turned her towards him, one hand cupped her chin while another moved to tangle in her dark wavy locks that flowed freely down her back in waves. When they finally parted Amara rested her head against his, her eyes staring up into his own impossibly dark eyes; she would swear that there was no colour to them as she looked at him in awe.

"Come to bed my love," Oberyn whispered to her, his hand slowly moving to lace their fingers as he backed towards the open doors of the balcony to lead her inside. His eyes never leaving her face made Amara's heart speed up and she slowly allowed him to lead her inside and into the inviting temptation of her bed chamber.

Tonight, they would be man and wife in more than just word.

Waking to the feeling of Oberyn against her back, Amara slowly opened her eyes to see the room barely lit by candled anymore; she felt a little sore as she stretched her legs but the ache did not bother her too much. Oberyn's arms were wrapped around her waist and she could feel the steady movement of his chest as he slept soundly behind her.

The memories of earlier that evening made Amara blush and she slowly lifted her head to glimpse behind her when she heard the rumbling of Oberyn's stomach. They had missed dinner that evening and she was sure that if she notified Herit, her cousin would ensure that something was brought up to them from the kitchens in time for him waking up.

Oberyn had been tender with her, more so than Amara had imagined and she was grateful for his gentle actions especially since it had been her first time; it was different from what she had feared from happening. Sitting up slightly in her bed and clutching at the thin sheet that covered her, Amara made a move to leave the bed only to be stopped by Oberyn's arms tightening their hold on her.

"If you let me get out of bed, then perhaps I can have the kitchens send something up to feed the beast that lives inside your stomach that's making all that noise," Amara teased lightly, she brushed a strand of her from her face as she ducked down to press a kiss to his lips. Oberyn cupped her face as she did so, his fingers rough against her soft skin and he hummed into the kiss not quite ready to share her with the world in any shape or form.

Perhaps it was the idea of her leaving this bed, or the fact that Ka would be patrolling the corridors at this hour that made him wish for her to stay here in this bed with him and never leave it. Either way, he had no intentions of allowing her to leave this room nor the bed anytime soon in the near future; at least for now, he held her entire attention and they could forget their plans for revenge. Patience was a virtual of his, he had wanted years to have his revenge for the murder of his most beloved sister and her children; if he could wait to avenge Elia then he could be patient in his revenge on House Uller.

"Oberyn," Amara murmured softly, her hand coming to rest on his bare chest as his hands drifted away from her face and down her body as they left goosebumps in their wake.

Never had she imagined that she might feel this way, her mind had tried to come up with how this moment would feel but had always fallen short because she had never experienced the deed itself. Kissing Amara again, Oberyn drew her closer enjoying the way that her body fitted perfectly against his; almost as if the Gods themselves had created them for one another.

"I shall go… it would not do for another to see you this way," Oberyn whispered against her lips, he would kill any man that ever did see her in this way. The memory of her beneath him as he worshipped her body, in a way that she deserved was carved into his mind and he prayed that he would never forget such moments. Of how she looked as she cried out his name while she came apart around him, the flush of her skin, the way she pulled him closer until he was so sure that she would swallow his entire being whole.

Pulling back from Amara, Oberyn stared at her for a moment a little taken back by his own thoughts; he had never felt like this with Ellaria who had been his paramour for years, or any of his other lovers for that matter. This feeling was new to him, one that he could not yet name nor would he try to put a name to it in fear that he may well damage it before it was time.

Throwing back the sheets, Oberyn swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood; the fading light of the candles catching every curve of his naked body as he made his way to the door to send someone for food. Amara could only watch him leave, a small smile growing on her face when before she would have been embarrassed and redder than the Martell banner at the sight of such a thing.

Leaning against the pillows, Amara turned to peek down at the soiled sheets of her bed; they would have to make sure they were kept somewhere safe as evidence that her marriage was consummated. It might have taken many months but Amara felt a relief that it had been done, there would no one that could deny that she was truly Oberyn's wife now in deed and by law.

House Uller would have to kill her if they wanted her out of the way, there was no way in seven hells that she would roll over and make this easy on them.

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