Aerowena and Cullen Chapter 4 – There is More Than One Kind of Betrayal

It was instinct that drew the sword. An instinct he fought, along with everything else inside him. She kneeled there staring back at him defiantly, even as he drew his sword. Her eyes blazed and dared him to striker her down. His duty was to kill her, immediately, but every fiber, every muscle and sinew in his body froze his actions. It wasn't until he had sheathed his sword that he realized he would forsake everything for her.

"I cannot kill you, Aerowena." His words came out in a defeated whisper. He was already embittered by this betrayal of his ideals.

He continued to stand, defeated and stoic at the end of her bed. He closed his eyes and moved not an inch even as she began to remove his armor. However, his eyes flew open at the touch of her lips against the skin on his stomach.

She smiled at him triumphantly and reached her hand behind his head, guiding him down on top of her. "Will you have me speak of love, Cullen?" She whispered, taunted, into his ear. He shuddered, ashamed and aroused all at once.

She would teach him the ways of passion and pleasure and he would be hers.

"Will you have me speak of love, Cullen?" she whispered into his ear. His answering shudder was such sweet, sweet victory. Aerowena felt as the conquering queen of a hard fought war. She rejoiced in his utter capitulation. "Oh my sweet Cullen," she taunted "I will teach you a whole new kind of love." She bit the lobe of his ear and wrapped her hand around his erection.

Still the gentle knight, Cullen slid his hand along her cheek and moved in for a kiss. She turned her head and stroked him until he was panting above her, unable to attempt another kiss.

She pushed him down on his back and began to move her tongue over his stomach, relishing every twitch and clench of the muscles. She sucked and tasted inch by inch scraping her teeth into the hairs at the base of his belly. She smiled against his skin at his hiss off indrawn breath. His hands twisted into the bed linens and his hips rose, urging her. She took him into her mouth and reveled in his bit down moan. She used every bit of skill she learned until he bucked his hips a final time, screamed and exploded into her mouth. Even as he spilled into her throat, she licked and sucked until he was quivering and begging her to stop.

He pulled her up and tried to kiss her once more. She turned away and settled next to him on the bed. She was satisfied and frustrated all at once. She understood he was a virgin and did not expect relief from him. She pushed her hands between her legs seeking relief and turned to look at him watch her.

To her surprise, he tentatively put his hands over hers and looked into her eyes "Teach me", was all he whispered. And so she taught him. His fingers moved slowly at first, testing. His eyes never strayed from her face, as he learned by her reactions. She closed her eyes and wrapped her fingers in the pillow under her head. The first tendrils of climax snaked into her stomach.

Her back arched and her eyes flew open as she felt his tongue flick, tentative at first and then insistent when he saw her reaction. A soft scream escaped her lips as his tongue moved in and out of her. The thought of his tongue, tasting her, pleasuring her, pushed her over the edge. She was seized by a tide of ecstasy and rode its waves to completion.

She meant to push him away when he wrapped his arms around her, but so tired. She was so tired. She pretended not to hear his whispers of love as she closed her eyes and moved into the Fade.

She awoke, hours later, to his hands sliding up her belly. She should stop this, but then his hands moved over one breast and she felt his lips on her other. She felt him move over her and then inside her. The chamber was dark, but she felt his breath above her. She wasn't sure why she had refused his mouth earlier. The sudden need to feel his lips against hers drove her now. She grabbed his head and pulled them to hers.

She'd kissed him before, but this one wasn't like those. She felt the kiss somewhere deep inside; somewhere she thought she'd closed off. She came as he kissed her, his tongue more sure and adept than before. Dimly she was aware that, at some point, desire had become need, and need had become something more terrifying; affection.

He pulled her into him this time. So close and secure she could feel every contour of his chest against her back. His heavy breathing signaled his slip into dreams. She, however, lie there staring into the darkness wondering what had happened. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might bounce out of her chest at any moment. It took an hour to join him in sleep.

Aerowena stared down at Cullen's sleeping form in confusion. Getting out of bed, she dressed and went to seek out Jowan. A Templar's help would be a great benefit, but it wasn't the only means of escape and elusion. She'd need friends.

It wasn't until she was in Irving's chamber that she realized she would betray her only other means of escape at the Circle.