He was surprised when Trev smiled widely at him. Not what he'd expected when he told her he remembered she was a married woman.
A crushing suspicion crept up on him.
"Is... this some kind of game to you? I can't remember anything and you're just playing with me now, making me want you even though you're not mine to have?"
Her smile fell and she suddenly looked angry. "Of course not, Cullen! Ugh, I wish I could just tell you what's happened but the healers have forbidden me, you know this! You only remember half of it, it's not what you think."
"So it's not true? You're not married?"
"I was, you remember correctly, I'm afraid. But I'm not married any longer."
Cullen thought he should feel relieved by this but all he felt was a frustration so intense he was shaking by now.
"Just tell me what happened! It can't be any worse than this blasted confusion, I feel like my brain is overheating!" With an agitated roar he grabbed the bedside table and flipped it over, sending it and its contents flying across the floor. He sank down onto the side of the bed and put his head in his hands, trying his best to calm down.
He heard her approach him slowly, her footsteps light but intentionally noisy so she wouldn't startle him. She sat down beside him and he was thankful that she didn't touch him. He was too upset to trust himself not to push her away had she tried.
"It kills me that I can't tell you, Cullen. But I'm happy that you're starting to remember things. That's why I smiled when you told me, I'm sorry, it was foolish of me. I swear I'm not playing any games with you, Maker... I only want what's best for you, and not telling you about your past seems to be working, you're remembering things on your own. Is there anything else you remember?"
He nodded, hands still covering his face. He couldn't bear to look at her. "I remember flashes of you. Small things, like what clothes you used to wear, or how you like to do your hair, I told you that. And I know something bad must have happened to you, I..." He looked up, not able to stop himself from watching her face for reactions when he spoke. "I just knew it when Whitley put his hands on you, that something like that had happened before and that I would never let it happen again. Was I right?"
She nodded, her expression guarded. "Do you remember anything else?" she asked.
"Yes, I have one clear memory that has returned to me. After the guard at your door interrupted us a few weeks ago, I remembered."
Trev's eyes widened. "That's wonderful, Cullen! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I, uhm..." He could feel the heat rising on his cheeks. "I wasn't really sure at first, if it was a memory or just a dream, a really good dream." He smiled a little now, the memory flooding his thoughts, pushing out the bad.
"Oh? But you're sure now?" Trev's eyebrows were raised and she was clearly curious.
"I think so, yes. It was... intense, to say the least. Maybe you can tell me if it's true?"
"Of course, tell me all about it."
And he did, recounting the events of their meeting on the battlements when he'd almost fucked her against the stone wall before they were interrupted by the man with the worst timing in Thedas.
"Oh, I can certainly tell you that it was no dream. I remember it as clear as day as well. Maker, how I wanted you, you were so sexy... You still are."
Relief flooded Cullen and he found himself wanting to taste her lips, the lips that now held a wicked grin. She was still practically naked and only inches away from him. He pulled her to him, shifting his legs and pulling her into his lap so that she straddled him. She didn't waste any time and kissed him, her mouth hot and her tongue wet against him.
She tastes so good...
She moved against him and he groaned into her mouth as he felt her brush against him between his legs. She was spurred on by his reaction and their kissing intensified as it became harder, faster, their lips and tongues desperate to conquer each other.
Cullen gasped for air as he reluctantly pulled away from her. She started to kiss his cheek, lips pressing against the stubble and working their way down to his jaw. He shuddered with pleasure as she continued down his neck, her feather-light touch making every hair on his body stand up.
"Trev..." he murmured. "What about Turner?"
She stiffened a little and pulled herself up to face Cullen.
"Don't worry about him, he..." She sighed. "Oh, void take it. I'll tell you this, it's not specific and it'll do you more good than harm to hear it. Turner Dreallor was a fucking bastard and he's dead. That's all you need to know. Now shut up and kiss me."
Cullen was a little shocked but immensly relieved. There was no other man waiting for her, she was his. Only his. He could worry about the details later, right now his woman was sitting in his lap and he would obey her command. He stood up and pushed her back onto the bed. Her blond hair spread out around her, shining at him when the sun from the window hit her. He helped her wriggle out of her leggings and then she was finally naked before him. The rays of sunlight made her look like she was glowing from the inside. It was the most amazing sight he'd ever laid his eyes on.
She smiled at him and beckoned him closer with her hand. "Didn't I tell you to kiss me? You're free to choose where."
Maker, she made his insides melt with her words. He reached out and took her foot in his hand and kissed it lightly. He continued onto her leg, kneeling on the bed over her. He was painfully hard and could barely keep himself from grabbing her waist and just fuck her right away, but the sounds she was making when he kissed her legs further up her thighs made him pace himself. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could. When he arrived at her center, he could see that she was already glistening with wetness. He couldn't resist her and he dragged his tongue slowly over her folds. She gave him a loud, drawn-out moan as a reward, and he lapped at her again and again, his head dizzy as her taste filled his mouth and her scent his nostrils.
"You are exquisite," he murmured against her before he once again occupied his tongue with her dripping cunt.
"Fuck, Cullen! It feel so good... Please, I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fill me up and fuck me..."
She bucked against his mouth and he buried his face in her cunt again, revelling in the feel of her wetness coating his face.
"How do you want me to fuck you, Trev? Tell me first and then I'll do it." He pushed a finger inside her and his tongue circled her clit, making her scream out her pleasure. Hearing her only spurred him on and he let another finger slip in, increasing the preassure. "Tell me or I'll stop."
"No! Don't stop... I want you to fuck me hard, so fucking hard, Cullen. Ohh, that feels so good... I want... Ohh... I want you to fill me up with your thick, hard cock and take me so hard you'll break the fucking bed."
Cullen kissed his way up over her chest and up to her mouth, letting her taste herself. She seemed to enjoy it judging the way she licked inside his mouth and how she buried her nails in his back, making him hiss with pleasurable pain.
He teased her opening with the tip of his cock and coated himself in her juices before he leaned down and whispered in her ear: "How bad do you want it?"
"So fucking bad, please Cull... Ahh!"
Her pleading had shattered his self-control and he thrust himself into her.
"Fuck," he yelled, completely unprepared for how incredible she felt. Nothing in his memory or his dreams did this justice. She was so tight and warm around him and his eyes rolled back into his head with each thrust. She moved against him, rolling her hips, making him reach even further into her. She kept moaning and saying his name and her nails raked against his skin.
He loved it.
"You like this, hm? You like feeling my cock filling you up, stretching your dripping cunt to accomodate me?" He didn't know where this was coming from but the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Her eyes grew as wide as someone who'd just binged down a bottle of lyrium, unfocused but clearly affected.
"Maker, yes! You're so big you almost don't fit, you feel so fucking good. Maker, yes Cullen, right there! Fuck me harder!"
He growled and gripped her hip firmly with one hand and the headboard of the bed with the other and he slammed into her, over and over while she screamed and moaned. The bed shook underneath them.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, gritting his teeth as he forced the words out, the immense pleasure making it very difficult to speak.
"Anything you ask, Commander," she replied breathlessly and pushed her fingers against her clit.
Seeing her under him like this, this godess rubbing herself while he fucked her senseless, obeying his every command, was almost too much for him to handle.
This must be a dream...
Trev grabbed his hand and guided it down to cup her ass, making him grip it hard and holding her up against him even firmer. He savoured feeling the curve of her ass in his hand and he was gripped with an intense desire to see it bounce against him. He withdrew from her to her whimpering protests.
"Turn around, love. I want you on all four."
Her eyes darkened and she smiled, seemingly very happy with his idea. She turned around and got on her hands and knees and arched her back, pushing her ass up to meet him. Cullen felt dizzy at the sight.
Maybe I've died and gone to the heavens. That must be it...
He took his cock in his hand and stroked it a few times before he plunged it into her waiting pussy again, gripping her hips so hard it would probably leave marks, but she went wild underneath him so apparently she liked it.
"Oh, yes, Cullen, harder! Fuck me like beast, take me! Yesss!"
"Fuck, Trev, you're so tight! Maker, Trev... ahh..." He slammed into her and it was even tighter than before. He wouldn't last like this but it didn't matter, he was too lost in her to care right now. Her wet walls squeezed his hard cock so delicously and he was even more turned on by the obscene sounds their contact was making. This was so raw and dirty and so fucking right.
"Andraste, Trev... I'm going to come..."
"I want it in my mouth, Cullen, please let me taste it!"
Before he could even wrap his head around her incredible request she'd shifted around and taken his cock in her mouth. She was moaning against it while she sucked and licked it and it was way too much for him to handle.
"Argh, I can't..."
His seed spilled into her mouth in long, hot spurts and he groaned so loudly he was sure half of Skyhold could hear him, but he didn't care when he saw the satisfied look on his godess' face as she licked up every single drop of him and swallowed. He fell down onto the bed on his back and pulled her up to him, her face nuzzling in his neck with his arm around her as he panted, trying to calm his breathing.
"You really are a beast in bed, Commander... Maker, It's been far too long. I've missed you so much, my love. Did... did you like it? I wasn't too crude or anything?"
Cullen stared down into her face. "Are you mad, woman? That was the single most incredible experience of my life."
She smiled. "How do you know? Maybe we've done things like this every day in the time you can't remember," she teased.
Cullen chuckled. "Well, then I should be thanking the Maker for blessing me with such indescribable pleasure, and I'm suddenly looking forward to remembering everything even more now."
Trev's expression softened even more. "You're going to get there, love. I promise, it'll come back to you, everything – us, our life together. We just have to be patient."
Cullen pulled her even closer and kissed her forehead. "I know. But right now, I'm not in a hurry for anything."
Despite his words, Cullen was weary of relaxing. He had a nagging feeling that something always went wrong as soon as he did. But maybe this time it would be fine.
Please Maker, just this once?
So guys, this story is nearing its end. Do you think the ending will be happy or full of heartbreak? I haven't quite decided yet ;)
I'd love to hear any thoughts or comments you have on the story, either up until what's happened or how you wish it to end.
Thank you so much for reading!