Cullen was pacing nervously in Trev's private quarters. He'd thought about waiting for her in his office but decided against it. The hole in the roof over his bed wasn't exactly romantic. She would probably come here first anyway. He couldn't stand waiting for her a single second more than absolutely nessecary.
He'd lit a fire in her fireplace, and had a bottle of wine and two glasses ready on the table. The bottle was actually half-full by now, a result of Cullen trying to calm his nerves.
Trev's bedroom was warm and cozy, and as the last of the daylight disappeared from the sky and darkness settled, Cullen sighed and sat down in a chair next to the table, taking another gulp of the wine. He leaned back and tried to relax a little as he could feel the gentle buzz of the alcohol setting in. He wasn't drunk by any means, he just needed a little help letting go of his nervous fidgeting.
The things he wanted to do to Trev... he would need all the courage he could get, because Maker help him, he would do them to her.
He closed his eyes and thought about what it was like kissing her delicious lips, running his tongue over them, wetting them for him before he pushed his tongue in to meet hers, the fervor in which she responded. He thought about what she would look like without her clothes on, about touching her naked body, everywhere...
Cullen gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles whitened, groaning at the discomfort of his hardness straining against the confines of his breeches. If she didn't come soon, he'd go crazy and hit something to release some frustration.
He sat there trying to calm himself for another ten minutes or so, before he finally heard footsteps from the stairs below. He sprang to his feet and waited, his blood pumping hard and fast in his veins, nerves and excitement battling with each other.
Then she came. Trev hurried through her door, out of breath. She hadn't spotted Cullen yet, and she leaned against the door after she'd shut it, eyes closed, trying to calm her breathing.
"In a hurry for something?" Cullen said, a nervous smile playing on his lips as she looked at him in surprise.
"Cullen! You're already here!"
He stood still, revelling in watching her as her face quickly turned from surprised to something else, something that made his head spin. She lowered her eyes and drank in his body, covered only by his breeches and a shirt clinging snugly to his chest.
She let out a small, purring sound and looked him straight in the eyes. "You're so, damned sexy," she said.
He didn't need any more encouragement than that. In a few, swift strides he was on her, pushing her against the door. He crashed his lips down on hers, and moaned as she immediately gave his tongue access to her mouth. His hands were touching her everywhere, the feeling of her soft flesh on his fingertips, finding their way under her clothes. She arched her head back and gasped when he found one of her breasts, squeezing it and flicking his thumb over her nipple.
"Cullen, ah... you..." She moaned his name but her gasps and sounds of pleasure stopped her from saying anything else.
"Yes, Trev, tell me what you want," he breathed, kissing her lips again, his hands still roaming all over her.
She broke the kiss and grabbed his neck, making him look at her. Her eyes were burning with lust. She took his hand and steered it down, passing her breasts, down her stomach and inside the lining of her trousers.
Cullen felt like he would explode when she placed his hand between her legs. She placed her lips against his ear.
"Do you feel how wet you make me, Cullen? I want you to ravage me."
He lost every semblance of self-control and with a growl he grabbed both her wrists and shoved them against the door above her head, kissing her furiously, pushing his tongue into her eager mouth. He felt like he was going mad when she pressed herself against him, grinding at his erection.
"Harder," she damanded, panting.
He pushed her up further against the door and her feet left the ground as she snaked her legs around his waist.
He grinded against her, his blood pounding and burning. If it weren't for their clothes, he would be inside her now.
He turned around and carried her over to the bed, and it took all his strenght not to fall to his knees as she licked and bit his neck, kissing it after each little bite.
He lay her down on her back, walking over her on his knees, placing himself above her. He gripped her jacket with both hands and ripped it apart, buttons flying everywhere. She looked shocked and absolutely delighted.
"More, more," she said and he was only too happy to obey.
His eyes roamed over her naked upper body, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of her swelling breasts. She teased him further by taking her hands slowly down from her neck to the side of her breasts, touching herself for him.
"Take off your clothes, Cullen. All of them, and then you can touch me like I'm touching myself," she whispered.
He instantly sat up and pulled off his shirt and fumbled with the lining to his breeches before finally getting them off, while she crawled out of hers.
She was lying naked before him. She was so beautiful, his eyes almost felt like they hurt when they drank her in. Her lush, golden hair flowed around her head like a halo, and her creamy white skin looked so unbelievably soft.
She was watching him as well, her eyes darting back and forth between his muscular upper body and his hard cock. She reached out to touch his chest, and he closed his eyes and swallowed hard when her fingertips trailed a path from there and down, all the way down...
He let out a loud moan when he felt her hand wrap around his erection. He bent over her, taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and biting and adapting to her reactions.
"Oh Cullen! Don't... ever stop," she moaned.
He let his fingers push against the wetness between her legs, circling the spot that made her back arch while she cried out in pleasure.
Still, she did not forget him.
"Sweet Maker! Trev... Fuck!" he screamed out as she began moving her hand up and down his cock. She captured his lower lip with her teeth, grazing it with them and kissing him hard. She ran her hands along his toned, muscular arms and gripped them hard.
"Yes, fuck me, Cullen," she whispered into his mouth.
He let out an almost pained noise, and placed himself between her legs. He let her guide him to her entrance and then he pushed.
She screamed with pleasure, and Cullen's eyes rolled back into his head. He kept pushing, desperate to come all the way in to her core.
"Maker, so tight, Trev..." he mumbled between his breaths.
She started pushing back in response, moving to meet him, taking him further into her.
Cullen could only form one coherent thought while he was thrusting into her, the sounds that came out of her made all reason impossible. But he knew that this was the most overwhelming, exquisite experience of his life. He was making love to a living godess, and he would worship her every day for the rest of his life.
She pulled him down to kiss her, her sweat mixing with his, the scent of her making him feel intoxicated. He let his hand glide down to her most sensitive spot and worked his fingers furiously on her, hearing her moaning intensify, her body becoming more and more rigid until she shook and screamed out her release, soaking his hand with her wetness.
It ripped his sanity to shreds, and he moved faster and faster inside her.
It was her words that drove him over the edge.
"Come for me, Cullen..." She dug her nails into his back. "Come inside me."
He let out a guttural moan as he did as she asked and spent himself completely in her.
He sank down, resting his head on her chest. He listened to her heartbeat and felt her arms cradle his head. He'd never felt so content in his life.
"That was... incredible," she said in a soft voice, and Cullen grinned as he could hear the smile in her voice. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her, the flames from the fireplace casting a dancing light on her face.
"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, Trev. And I'm the luckiest man alive," he said before he kissed her, softly. She melted into his kiss.
"I'm the lucky one," she whispered.
He pulled her against his chest and she was soon asleep. Cullen lay awake for a while, wondering what he had done to deserve her, to be so happy. He swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe and happy. The Maker truly smiled upon him now.
But such things would not always be in his power, and he would soon discover that the favor of the Maker, if there was such a thing, was fleeting indeed.