WARNING: Ok so this chapter is SMUT. No other way around it, so if you don't like adult sexual content please do not read this chapter, wait for the other ones to come out. So please do not review/flame/message me about your shock or dismay etc in regards to reading such things as you have been aptly warned.

Hiya! It's been a while- but RL does seem to get in the way… if I had it my way I'd be able to stay on my computer/phone/tablet all day and read and write, but I can't so I'll just sit here and make the most of it! Anyway this takes place after the other fic I wrote after Salazar kisses her in a new … spot. Again- SMUT- so please only venture on if you enjoy this sort of thing.

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Rowena could barely stand. Her legs were trembling, her breath was laboured and the searing light danced behind her eyelids made her feel lightheaded.

What the hell was that?

Never in all her life had she experienced such exhilarating pleasure that wracked her body with small involuntary spasms and shakes. If it weren't for Salazar's strong arms pinning her against the wall or his strong shoulder bolstering one of her legs off the ground she knew she would be a writhing puddle of euphoria on the cold stone floor. After the last few licks at her Salazar moved away to wipe the side of his mouth on the back of his hand, grinning almost maliciously up at her- never breaking eye contact.

Oh Gods above.

Slowly he set her leg down insuring she was steady and arranged her skirts around her legs until they scraped against her shoes. With a feline like grace he stood up and pressed his entire body against hers, settling his hands around her waist and his forehead resting on hers. Both of them breathing heavily, both of them watching the other to see if the other would make the next move- their gazes grew heavier with intensity and… lust?

What the hell is the next move?

Before she knew what she was doing one of her arms snaked around the nape of his neck to lower his face closer to hers and forced her mouth against his. Relishing this new taste of him and her on him- she prodded her tongue against his lips begging for entrance, begging for something more. More of him. Anything. His tongue fought against hers for what felt like an eternity, fighting against her, fighting against himself.

Submit.

Mewls and gasps escaped her as they continued to ravage each other in the school halls, the cries swallowed up eagerly by her far more experienced lover. It made no difference however; her muffled whimpers of rhapsody drove him on harder than any of the screams of his past dalliances. Her heady breaths and timid grasps at his body spurred his blood to pump faster, to bubble and boil. Guttural growls emanated from the base of his throat and rumbled against her chest making her shudder and unconsciously buck her hips against his- surprised moans fleeing from her as she felt the consequences of her actions straining against her thigh. His fingers tightened almost painfully into her abdomen but she didn't care, in fact it excited her- that she, little Rowena Ravenclaw had managed to push the infamous Salazar Slytherin to rein himself him. She rolled her hips against him again which earned her a throaty snicker as his arms wrapped around her torso.

"You're a little minx Ro-," he whispered as he focused his kisses down her neck

"I am not! -" She began as a scarlet flush tinted her alabaster skin.

"My minx," he hissed into her ear, "mine and mine alone. You are forever bound to me Little Ravenclaw by mind, heart and soul. Born to this earth to challenge me, make me better and make me whole. You can be no others but mine." Salazar allowed his nails to bite into the material of her robes, his proverbial claws.

Rowena shivered at the depth of care he used when saying those words, had it not been for the calm and steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her hands she would have chalked it up to his desire, intoxicating words to entice her, to rile and excite her. However the clarity of his eyes and the steel of his words she knew that he believed in every syllable he uttered. She believed him, in him.

"Y-Yours"

"Mine"

"Always. Forever"

"Mine."

He hefted her up with a strength she often forget he possessed to easily meet his lips again and revered her mouth with such ardour that she believed the world spun faster and that time screeched to a halt all at once. That heat in the pool of her stomach started to flicker back to life and spread like Fiendfyre through her veins. Rowena used as much strength as she could muster to jump upon him and ensnared his middle with her legs and tightened her hold on him with a squeeze of her thighs.

After breaking apart when the need for air burned her lungs she straightened away from him leaving her hands on the planes of his chest to steady her. One blink, two blinks… three

"Salazar. You are mine."

A roguish grin painted itself across his face when he registered what she said.

"Beyond contestation."

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She didn't even know how they made it to a room, let alone a room on the seventh floor with a bed- but they fell into a lavish room with cushioned floors and the biggest four-poster bed Rowena had ever seen. In the back of her mind she knew that none of the other three had purchased the furniture in this room or ever spoke of a room that seemed to appear out of nowhere but she did know that the men of their quartet had mentioned something about "…people requiring things".

She didn't care about that right now. All she cared about was the feel of Salazar's tongue, teeth, lips and fingers anywhere and everywhere. She would damn the whole world if he would only continue on as he was. She didn't notice when he started to pull at the clasps that bound her robe together or tug at the laces of her fine dress. She didn't realise that she was ripping off his tunic or tearing off his breeches. Skin was all she registered. That carnal heat pulsing off of them in waves urging them on to fulfil that intrinsic need from deep within.

The soft satin sheets kissed the skin of her legs and palms as he threw her down none too gently on the bed, crawling above her as she slowly meandered back towards the headboard. The cold of the wood on her back startling her enough to break eye contact from Salazar, buying him time to lower his frame upon hers, finally skin to skin with no more barriers.

"Rowena- are you sure?"

Was she sure?

She wasn't. She had been raised to be a Lady first and foremost and while kissing and heavy petting was frowned upon; being naked with a man who wasn't your husband was a definite no-no… but… was she still Lady Ravenclaw? Rowena had ceased behaving like Lady Ravenclaw the day she decided to talk to those townspeople about vegetable trades and ended up in her underwear in her bedchambers in front of the Slytherin. Ended all rational and decent thought the moment that sinful tongue of his met the sensitive flesh of her wrist. That Lady was a mere memory now and now all that was left was a lustful wench hell bent on resuming the touching,

By Gods- the touching…

"I'm scared Laz. N-not of you… but I've never done this before" she stammered feeling her blush reach all the way down to her chest. His fingertips followed the pink tint down running his hand almost nervously over the rise of her breast, then the swell on the side purposely missing the hardening peak. He drew faint lines across her cheekbones and neck with the point of his nose and took in a deep breath at the juncture of her shoulder. Lavender and the salt of her sweat and the slightest scent of her need assaulted his senses, making both his eyes and mouth water. He did this to her, he was the one to make her feel these things and act this way.

He would be the only one to do this from now on.

"You never need be afraid when it comes to me Ro- I'll always keep you safe"

"I know but how… if… I might be bad at this," she flushed deeper keeping her eyes focused on his arm. "I don't know how to do any-" she was cut off with a harsh press of his lips.

"As long as it's with you- it can never be bad. As long as it is you doing anything with me, it will always be perfect. Never doubt me Ro," he seemed to punctuate every word to demonstrate how much he meant it.

"Trust in me."

OK.

Rowena flittered her eyes back to his and gave the slightest nod but that was all he needed. The hand resting on the curve of her breast began to knead the soft flesh under his grasp, his palm ghosting over the rosy bud enough for her to gasp. Rowena permitted her body to respond as naturally as she could trusting in her instincts more than her intellect. Her back arched up into his soft caresses silently begging him to further his ministrations. Salazar's thumb swiped across her nipple sending electricity through her body, she grabbed his wrist not knowing whether she wanted him to stop or latch him permanently to her chest. Instead she found the base of his skull and unconsciously pushed her breasts towards his face.

Salazar took a moment to marvel at the sight before him, beneath him lay Rowena Ravenclaw, the smartest witch of the age- oldest friend and confidante; lying under him twisting wantonly for his touch and attention. The Slytherin would, of course, indulge her. He was her slave for her after all.

His lips trailed down her collarbone to her sternum leaving a wet trail to cool in the night air. His teeth ran across her milky skin creating angry red lines at the tops of her breasts like a signature branding her as his own. All at once with no grace or warning he took her nipple into his mouth and scrawled his tongue across it. Mouthing nonsensical spells upon her, laving at her uncontrollably so that she was thrashing upon the bed. Letting out a huff of a laugh he moved over to the other neglected globe and offered it the same treatment, Rowena's cries getting steadily louder and her fingers twisting in the sheets about her head. He manoeuvred his way further down biting hard against her hip bone which he noted made her toes curl, a piece of information he stored away for future use and ran his tongue against the abused marks before blowing lightly across it. Her hums of approval ringing in his ears as he continued to descend further down her body. Between the apex of her creamy thighs he lay, staring at the sight before him. He had the privilege of being here just barely a half an hour before, but under skirts and dark lighting he didn't get to appreciate her as he had hoped to.

A small thatch of dark curls rested above her glistening sex, the velvety pink folds asking him to taste her again. Starting from the base of her entrance he ran his tongue from the bottom to the top of one of her lips, causing her to shriek and buck up unexpectedly. Never one to yield, he hooked an arm around her thigh and levelled his hand on top of her pelvis to steady her so he could go on feasting at her most intimate of spots. Salazar had found her particularly sensitive bundle of nerves and swirled his tongue in intricate patterns across her clit, writing out words of love, of devotion and fuck, lust- her rushed breaths and whines encouraging him not to stop, never to stop. She tasted like ambrosia, or what ambrosia should have tasted like. Sweet and clean with the smallest tang of sour; he could be there for an eternity and he'd never tire of this.

His free hand began to stroke her, up and down- his fingertips running up and down her lips and her entrance in time with his tongue. When they were properly coated with her slick essence he slowed one finger to enter her.

Well fuck me.

She was tight; he knew she would be being a virgin. But he had had virgins before and none of them felt like an iron vice around his finger before. She was tight, wet and pulsing heat that he couldn't help himself and slid a second finger to join the first. Rowena had whimpered at the intrusion, not unpleasant but definitely new- and it helped fill that nagging emptiness within her. Her lower stomach was screaming her- something is missing, the need to be filled and his fingers were doing something about that need. Rowena buried her face in the pillows as she felt her lover curl his fingers toward himself as he drew them out, hitting some magical place inside her that only he seemed to know about as he mercilessly continued to devour her whole. Those stars she experienced what felt like only moments ago in the halls, were starting to dance in her vision again, her heart was pounding in her chest and her breaths were hitching in her throat- something was building up again- a white fire licking at her inside and rippling on her skin- a thrum of white noise buzzing in her ears

Salazar's eyes were on her face. Never moving. Unblinking. Words whispered against slick flesh.

"Come for me"

By the Gods I'd do anything for you.

It was as if twenty wizards had fired "Lumos" directly at her- she was blinded by the searing delight that crippled her body from doing anything but shake and spasm. Minutes passed and she was still purring recovering from her unbelievable second high of the night- she was getting addicted to this feeling, she was getting spoiled for this daze Salazar was keeping her in. It was only after cracking her eyes open did she realise that he was still between her legs, gazing up at her with his tongue and fingers still working at her. Another red flush was beginning to envelope her entire body at the rather intimate picture they were painting now she was basking in her afterglow.

Still… she didn't tell him to stop.

With a flat tongue he dragged his mouth across her folds to lap her up, to commit this flavour to memory and to revel in the masterpiece he created. He hid his smirk behind his fingers as much as he could, his flushed love shining with a light sheen of perspiration and the glow of an amazing orgasm. He sucked off the remaining fluid off his fingers grinning madly at her as he did so- that flush getting more vivid by the second. He watched on as she worried her bottom lip and her gemstone eyes grew darker with want-

"Salazar"

Her words are Angel's whispers from the Devil's mouth. Delicious.

"Let me touch you"

Positively sinful.

She forced herself upon him, her hands roaming his body languidly memorising each dip and curve of his sinuous muscle, the texture of his fine skin under her palms, the twitch of his erection against her belly. She peered down at this part of the body she only ever read about- it stood tall and proud and looking far too big and thick to fit in anywhere except between her fingers. The head slightly more luminous than the rest of his throbbing penis with the few beads of pre-cum that escaped from him- she experimentally ran the tip of her forefinger down the slit of his head which corresponded with the twitch of a muscle on the right side of his jaw. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, smoother than depicted in books, and pumped up and down a few times; the muscle on both sides of his jaw tensed and relaxed with each movement of her hand. She tightened her grip and moved a little faster until a quiet grunt sprung from his lips- a small victory on her part that she basked in. Rowena sustained her motions earning her more and more reactions from her stoic beau, a crease in his brows, a sharp intake of breath and a strangled cry making her want to learn more, for him. Of him.

It was only when Salazar felt the warm brush of her tongue did he sit up violently and push her off him. Rowena's wide eyes openly showing her fear at his abrupt reaction,

"Did… Did I do something wrong? I-I'm sorry I didn't kno-"

"No. What you did was… amazing… but- I don't want you to do that. Not yet, not today. We can do that another day- right now… I need to be…" he trailed off not daring to vocalise what he was thinking, lest he break whatever lust induced haze she was in.

"Will it fit?!" she asked incredulously worrying at her lip again, "Did the others get hurt when you…"

He couldn't find it in him to lie, but he did manage to stifle down his chuckle at her fear of his girth.

"It may hurt you, but I'll do my best to make sure that you feel better"

He took her shuffling back down beside him as her own way of acquiescing to his hushed pleas. Moving back in between her thighs he half way sat on his haunches as one of her hands gripped ferociously onto his forearm and the other in between her mouth, her teeth lightly nipping at her index finger ready to brace against the pain. His free hand took his hard member and massaged it up and down against her slit, her clit- coating himself liberally with the wetness eagerly flowing out of her. He leaned in gradually easing the tip into her heat,

Glorious.

Her thighs quivered and tensed around his hips and her eyes squeezed shut, but she didn't tell him to stop. He pressed on agonizingly slow until he reached a thin sheath within her- halting him from going any deeper. The young woman beneath him sobbed and bit down harder on her finger and increased her grip on his arm, he released a shuddering breath he didn't quite recognise as his own. She was so perfect. Salazar was convinced that whatever benevolent Gods there were created her for him, her smile, her mind, her beautiful face and her perfect lithe body was made for him and just him. Even this tight little space between her legs- that was moulded to fit around him like his own personal glove; Rowena was his.

"Relax Rowena,"

"I caa-AANT!" she screamed as he thrusted completely against her. Small tears leaked from the sides of her clenched eyes and she managed to draw a little blood from her finger. Guilt wracked his form at seeing his lover in such pain, pain that he caused. Never had any other woman elicited such feelings when he took their final innocence, although he took great strides in their pleasure it was always his pleasure that was paramount. He was brought back out of his reverie by the quiet hissing of pained breath bleeding through Rowena's gritted teeth.

He placed a hand over her pelvis and tried to concentrate on everything else other than the pulsing of her walls around him.

"Sanare," a pale light emanated from his hand and seeped into her and suddenly the burning feeling in her hips and abdomen was gone. A slight sting and the immense feeling of being filled to the brim was all that was left, she could feel him throb within her from the strain of not being able to move. A light line of sweat had formed on his brow from his focus and determination not to hurt her and from performing wandless magic.

All for her.

"Move Salazar" she whispered.

He shook his head, his eyes still closed.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore, just- just wait another minute Ro"

She smiled at his insistence but that tingling in her stomach was ebbing away and another warm sensation had began to take its place. That pull, that need-

"Move Salazar… I want to feel you move inside me"

The Devil commands, the servant obeys.

With deliberate and cautious strokes he started to thrust in and out of her, the magnificent friction between them clouding his thoughts. At the sound of her whimpers turning into moans morphing into cries- his hips increased their pace. Faster and faster, harder and deeper he pushed; with both of her knees hoisted above his shoulders so his fingers could reach her clit. She was shaking her head to and fro on the pillows, her hands switching from clutching the sheets, his hair and scratching her own signature marks against the skin of his back. He wanted more, he wanted her to submit to him even more- the idea of them together- in every way. He pulled out of her earning him a keening whine from her sudden emptiness- he moved to position her in front of him, on all fours- but she relented. She turned around and pushed him to sit back against the frame of the bed. Rowena straddled him fixated on his face with her dark sapphire gaze,

"Watch me Salazar"

He watched on as she took him in her hand and slowly sat herself down back on his length.

"Don't close your eyes love"

He forced them open.

The Devil was on his cock. An angel at his ear.

"Don't take your eyes off me,"

She rolled her hips- again and again and again- his grip around her bottom and at her breasts, wherever he could reach. One of her hands found its way back into his hair while the other gripped the headboard for leverage, to pull her back with more intensity for each buck of her hips into his. He could feel her walls tighten around him and he knew she wasn't too far- she was moving faster on top of him trying to get that release she knew that was building, her movements had become erratic and less controlled. He knew by the squeezing of his balls that he wasn't going to last much longer than her so he locked his hands squarely on her hips and thrust up as she pushed down. The silent scream that fell from her lips as she threw her head back was all he needed to know as he repeated the motion over and over. Her cries echoed around the room, she was practically singing to him the way she sounded, along with the sounds of hard slapping of skin and the delicious way her body milked the life out of him- he fell over the edge with her. Mind numbing, earth shattering… loving… it was by far the most intense experience of his life.

The ebony haired beauty had flung herself onto him as she came, grinding her hips in circular motions on him with her breasts pressed against his chest. Her body was trembling, too many sensations coursed through her and even more emotions raged within. She rested her forehead against the crook of his neck and tried to catch her breath, she felt him kiss the crown of her head and stroke her wild hair back into place. Still joined together, he wrapped his arms around her as he lay back down against the mattress- holding her to him,

This wasn't a dream. It couldn't be another dream. Not again.

"You, you healed me before didn't you"

He nodded.

"Why?" she asked looking shyly back up at him, her fingers making idle patterns on his sweat stained chest. He shrugged, making even the most noncommittal gesture seem elegant.

"You were in pain. I thought the answer obvious" he replied and she responded with a slap against his chest, and a painful teak of his nipple.

Little minx.

"I healed you while you were still around me Rowena. This," he slid his softening member in and out of her again, "little piece of heaven is now perfectly fitted to me-"

"So you're effectively ruined me for other men- that's what you're saying?" she shrieked as she purposely clenched her inner walls around him, gently prodding his cock back to life.

"In essence…. Yes" he muttered as he continued to thrust lazily up into her.

"Yes to ruining me… or yes to round two? Or was this.. t-this… your round about way of proposing t-tto m-me?" she retorted a Cheshire like grin on her face as she bounced back up and down, fighting to keep her wits about her through another bout of ecstasy.

"Mmm… why… why does there need to be an or?" he grunted through each push. She laughed as she leaned back and responded to his pounding with just as much enthusiasm. He didn't deny it- he was always as much hers as she was his- a ceremony in the not too distant future wouldn't change that, but he would marry her.

"There doesn't!" she cried after a particularly forceful thrust actually caught her off balance and off of him- she laughed as she crawled away from him and faced the foot of the bed. On all fours- practically on show for him, presenting him with his hard fought prize… "So continue ruining me for other men Salazar… Marry me… but fuck me first"

The Devil's mouth indeed.

The Devil commands. The servant obeys. Both relish in their sweet torture. Their own Rapture.