This is the chapter all you horny, lemon-lovers have been waiting for. This chapter is why my story is rated 'M', and for sexual content. I am completely open to constructive criticism since this is my first time ever writing a full lemon, but you'll have to forgive me, I tried my best.

This story has a long way to go when talking about chapters. OK, maybe not that long but I can't promise updates with how many other stories I've been juggling on here. I may need to put a few on hold, which is bad news for you guys who like 'Thief of Hearts' because that one is first in line. Sorry but I do have a life outside of writing, however horrid it is.

Thanks to Chris-52, Bar, ArtLover, and 191987 for the review! I know some of you have been waiting for this moment for a while, but next chapter will really put you in a twist if you can guess what will happen!

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Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

-Dev

Chapter 10: Quell this Hellfire

The drink tasted bitter on her tongue, but she welcomed the way it burned as it flowed down the back of her throat, sobering her up a bit from the sharp stab of pain despite usually having the opposite effect. Langley's eye twitched, but she quickly regained her composure and held the strong drink down.

The glass was now empty, and Langley glared at the emptiness, accusing the contents of leaving her when she needed it most. Then a pair of long, gloved fingers pried the elegant glass from her fingers, replacing it with another. Langley reluctantly met the eyes of the Sheriff, her greatest enemy in many more ways than one.

"Another fine drink for a fine lady. You look absolutely exquisite Madame Schuler." The suave way every syllable rolled of his tongue sent shivers of desire down her spine, but Langley kept her eyes hard as she stared into the Sheriff's hazel ones. They were wicked, rimmed in jagged lines of mischief that taunted her fate, the one he currently held in his hands. Langley was sure he knew it too, and when he smirked, revealing two rows of fine white teeth, her suspicions were confirmed.

"It's an honor to make your acquaintance, my lord." Langley attempted to keep her voice even as she curtsied, but it was hard to sound natural through clenched managed to loosen her features by a long, languid sip from the drink, not at all noticing in the heat of the moment that it tasted quite odd.

He held out his hand, and Langley placed hers in his. Customarily, he brought it to his lips and placed a lingering kiss to her knuckles, keeping her hand elevated so his warm breathe could tickle her skin. "Would you do me the honor of accepting this next dance with me?"

A slow tune came on, and Langley cursed everything in existence for playing such a song and not giving her a clear excuse to say no. It seemed the alcohol had taken a toll on her brain, if only a little, albeit it was enough for her to set her glass down and accept his offer brazenly. "It seems I have little other choice."

Immediately, he pulled her closer, one hand holding hers in a challenging grip and the other resting comfortably on the curve of her waist. They were much too close to be in accordance with propriety, but then again he was a sadistic ruler and she was an outlaw—society didn't confine them.

"You always have a choice, my lady. However the consequences may be more severe" - he twirled her around, so her back was glued to his front and leaned in, lips brushing her ear — "if it doesn't go my way."

"Is that a threat?" Langley asked on a breath, aware of something hard pressed up against the back of her dress.

"If you perceive it as one, I suppose it could be. But it may also be a promise, one where both our desires are filled…"

"How do you know I want that from you, my lord? Why, we've only just met." Langley was surprised with her acting, but she couldn't get her hopes up too much, because she was sure she'd be let down before the night was over.

His hand that grasped hers spun her out then gracefully back into his arms, both chest to chest once more. Langley stared up at him with hardened eyes, she refused to let him control her so easily, it wasn't in her nature to be submissive after all. "Have we? You seem awfully familiar to have just met me… and I'd know those green eyes anywhere, the ones of a rebel woman who can't deny her attraction to me, yet she resists with a fire that could quell even the darkest of hell's fires." He murmured, hand trailing up her side and to her injured shoulder. "Ring any bells?"

He dug his finger right where the wound was, causing her to grit her teeth in utter pain at the feeling of the stitches opening up. There was a low groan building in her throat, but she managed to muffle it, without ease I might add. "None at all," she managed in a breathy tone, not trying to convey just how much the pain was. It was horrible, but then he took his glove covered thumb from the wound and surveyed it.

"It seems you have a cut there, Langley, you may want to get that stitched up." He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked all the blood from it, removing it from his mouth with a resounding pop that made her shudder in a mixture of disgust and desire. The disgust at how much that turned her on was a whole another story.

"I know not of who this Langley is, my lord." Langley remained obstinate, trying to ignore the throbbing in her arm and nether region.

"Oh please quit with the act, I am very well aware who you are. But since we've never been introduced properly, I am the Sheriff George of Nottingham, you can call me George if it pleases you."

Langley scoffed, "I'll call you George when hell freezes over."

He bent down into her ear, effectively still leading the dance as he did so. "You just did, but if its any consolation you'll be screaming it tonight."

"None at all, actually. Though I'm quite amused at your confidence." If Langley was amused, her stony face did not portray , however, looked quite triumphant, and Langley didn't want to know why.

"Thou doth protest too much."

"I protest because you are insinuating I want you, which you have no proof of."

"Insinuating? Am I truly insinuating anything when we've joined at the lips twice with remarkable passion."

Langley glared at him, why had she accepted this dance? She should have known it was a death wish. "You wouldn't know passion if it hit you in the face."

"Oh but I have experienced it, twice and in the face. You should know, for a virgin you are a remarkably good kisser."

Langley didn't want to know how he knew that, but a part of her relished in the compliment even though she knew he'd only given it to catch her in his web. "That wasn't passion, only my will to survive."

"Your will to survive is quite passionate then, but since I, a poor man that has never experienced passion, has yet to feel quite so deeply, perhaps you could assist in teaching me such a lesson. We'd both benefit greatly I'd think-."

"Your attempts at flirting are horrendous, Sheriff. You should stick to bedding maids, perhaps they will show you an passion for how much they don't want you."

"If you despise me so, then why don't you share it? I would be very convinced if I learned first hand of how much you loathe me." Langley scowled, and he smirked wickedly. "Or did you not suggest you demonstrate your hatred because your passions swing the other way?"

"You are utterly appalling, I would rather kiss Eldric than kiss you, and that's saying something. He tastes like rotting meat." Langley knew what she said was a lie, and the falter of hardness in her eyes was enough for George to deduct it was a lie as well. Not that he needed that clue anyways, he knew she wanted him as he wanted her, it was just a matter of getting her to yield to it.

Neither noticed that they'd stopped dancing, or that the Sheriff's gloved hand had risen to her cheek. Langley felt the cool leather against her burning, pink skin, and she shuddered at the feeling of it. He was so close, so close that she could feel his breath on her lips, feel her whole body respond to his closeness to her. "Let me be of assistance, such a taste cannot be pleasent to have lingering on ones tongue." Then, without another word, he had swept her into a kiss. It was quite unlike their others, as it was slow and languid and filled with slow passion. Langley wasn't used to kissing, though, in all truth, she hadn't kissed anyone before the Sheriff. All her kisses with him had merely been based on primal instinct, but this one spoke of skill and practice, something only someone of his experience could attest to. His tongue caressed hers in a mock-loving way, for she was sure if they had been in another setting the kiss would not have been as beautiful as she was sure it looked.

His lips were nursing a fire deep in her abdomen, and Langley hadn't noticed that her arms had wrapped around his neck until she felt his curls beneath the pads of her fingers. He pulled back, eyes glittering with longing and sinful desire. Langley forgot a lot in that moment, because she too felt the skin-prickling lust that had consumed her whole being, put on her on edge since the first time they kissed. What they shared was beyond words or even that of man, it felt as if a spell had been cast to bond the two together, to the point where it was hard to breathe out of each other's presence and even harder to breathe in their presence. Either way, they were both left breathless.

"You have improved in kissing, I daresay." He murmured quietly, slowly leading her in a walk towards the exit. His chambers were just down the hall from here, and with the nod of his head he knew Gisborne would take over with overseeing everything as he became occupied with activities of his own.

Langley hadn't noticed they were once more mobile, she couldn't look past his eyes or feel anything past her burning lips. "I daresay I have quite a good teacher."

George smiled wolfishly, and Langley noticed they were no longer in the ballroom when the door closed behind her and the lighting of the rooms dimmed heavily. She looked around, snapping from her daze with a spark of fear in her heart before her lips were captured in a searing kiss very much like all the others.

He made quick work in pressing her against the wall, pressing both hands on either side of her head to prevent any escape as he made his arousal known. Tonight he would claim her, and he would end the madness that had consumed him from not being able to do it earlier. And nothing was going to stop him in his conquest, not even god.

Langley, whom was still recovering from the abruptness of the kiss, felt a passion flood in her that she hadn't known was possible. It had nearly swept her off her feet, and if it weren't for the man pressed against her Langley was sure her knees would have buckled beneath her.

His hands wandered shamelessly over every inch of her body, soaking in every curve and contour the dress provided for his hands. He ravaged her mouth all the same, his tongue merciless in its capture of hers as he nipped and sucked on her lower lip. It had been quite a while since he was with a virgin, for they only came to the occasional party or when new mades were enrolled in his castle. Soon they were stripped of that, he saw to it personally, but George had never quite met someone so naturally inclined to their carnal side, especially as a virgin. Though he was sure the drink he'd slipped her was helping her a bit.

Unbeknownst to Langley, the odd tasting thing in the wine the Sheriff had offered her was a mix of herbs, he often carried it around to speed up the seduction process, but in a nutshell it made the woman hazy with untapped lust, especially for someone for whom the feelings were already there. George would have to thank Mortianna for the mixture later, because currently, he was quite busy.

Somehow, George had carried Langley in his arms, still lip locked, and brought her to his quarters. Langley didn't notice until the back of her legs were pushed against a soft cushion, but any qualms she had were revoked by the working of his tongues and nimble hands on her dress as they caressed and memorized every inch of her skin. She'd never felt so utterly blissful or on fire in her life, and honestly she quite liked the feeling. In fact, Langley loved it.

Her hands were on the front of his robes, ripping impatiently at the material as he moved his lips down her neck and rejuvenated the bite marks there. His now gloveless hands were working over her back, skillfully unlacing the back of her dress before completely ripping it off her. George pulled back to survey the woman on the bed under him, she was captured between his legs, and now naked despite the thin material that covered her bosom and nether regions. Her chest was heaving, but George was too focused on the muscles that show from the hard life of being an outlaw. Though she was technically a successful one, her ribs poked out, but her chest was utterly beautiful, and he wasted no time in uncovering them and taking on mound into his mouth.

Langley let out a gasp of shock as his warm lips sucked on her breast, his other hand kneading the other so it wasn't left out. It was painful, the way his bit and twisted her nipples with his teeth, but she couldn't do anything but moan wantonly as he worked them. Undressing him was a thing of the past, as she'd only managed to removed his cape and unbutton the first two buttons of his tunic. Her hands instinctively went to his curls, gripping at them and tugging at his scalp as if to coax him on in his lovely ministrations. She wasn't even aware that she had bucked up into him, but she was arching upwards to provide a better angle for his lips to work as they moved to the other.

Feeling like no other exploded in her stomach, and a trail of fire blazed everywhere his tongue dragged. Down the plane of her stomach, of her thigh, nestling downwards until he was facing her nether regions with a smug smirk on his sweat covered face. She watched as he peppered kisses around the area, leaving the small scrap of material to cover the last of her body from him. He never broke eye contact as they became open mouthed, wet, and closer to her womanhood. Langley couldn't speak, she was too enthralled with his hands that were unbuttoning his vest and discarding it to the ground. She was too shocked to see him in only an open black shirt, where black hairs curled out from the mouth of his shirt, which also showcased the beginning of a well sculpted chest.

She wanted him to touch her there, to quell the fire had was threatening to consume her whole body. It was right where his breath lingered, right under the panties that she so desperately wanted him to rip off because her arms and legs felt as if they were made of jelly.

Once he was free off his shirt and completely bare chested to her, Langley couldn't help but visibly drink in the sight with dark, hungry eyes. They were once green, almost like that of a forest, but now black was seeping from her pupil and outwards, until the green seemed to be tainted wholly by unforgiving black. One of his hands curled around her thigh, the other grabbing the hem of her panties and pulling it down her legs. Langley was intimidated now, for she had never been touched intimately, and the look in his eyes spoke nothing of kind movements or love making. He was going to claim her, to completely ravish her without remorse, and she had no power to stop him.

His calloused fingers dipped into her curls, touched her throbbing bud and causing her to buck her hips in an immediate reaction to the feeling. He chuckled darkly, the tip of his cold fingers brushing against her folds teasingly making a shiver run up her spine. The difference in temperature from her heat and his fingers was amazing as it was foreign to her, yet she could do nothing but moan his name.

"You're positively dripping…" His tongue flicked out, teasingly delving where his fingers had been moments ago. Langley let out a gasp, her hands digging into the sheets of the bed as she squirmed and bucked against his face, her pleasure beyond coherent words.

His tongue worked magic inside her folds, as both hands massaged her tender thighs as if preparing them for the onslaught of activity they were about to participate in. His mouth settled into a frenzied rhythm, one that had the occasional mewl of the famous outlaw who was now reduced to a pile of putty in her enemy's hands. She was beginning to feel delirious with mounting pleasure, a coil wrapping itself tighter around her stomach until it stopped along with the feeling his lips. The anticipation grew as he began to level his body with hers, his lips and the beard around his mouth glossed with a liquid that was from her own reserves. "I think you're quite ready."

His lips crushed back onto Langley's and she tasted the salty, almost sweet taste of her own essence on his tongue as he once more claimed her mouth. Langley, though completely inexperienced, knew what he'd said, and her virgin hands responded instinctively, trailing down the plane of his chest to where the bulge in his pants stood erect and impatient. His hands were on either side of her head, obviously he'd expected her to get the memo, but when her hand had dipped inside his pants he let out a mixture of a gasp and a growl ash broke away from her lips. His breathing had become surprisingly erratic in the short stroke she'd given his member, but she didn't stop her ministrations or the joining of her other hand as she looped her hand over the waistband and pulled it down. Her finger flicked over the tip, and though she was unfamiliar with how his looked - she'd seen many before by accident - she couldn't manage to break eye contact with him.

"You are playing a dangerous game." He said huskily, his voice slightly hoarse as he leaned his hips into her inexperienced touch. It was tentative, but she must have been doing something right because he looked extremely pleased.

"What's the point in playing a game unless it's dangerous?"

He growled wildly as she stroked him harder, from the base to the tip, having been freed of any clothing he had left. They were now both completely bare to the world and a passion beyond them. And with a single grunt, without warning, he had thrust fully inside her.

Langley wasn't prepared for the pain. It was hot and searing and made the coiling in her stomach return tenfold. She'd experienced pain before, pain much worse than this, but it was blinding, though she refused to cry in front of this man. Even if he had claimed her virtue he would not claim the pleasure of seeing her cry.

"Oh, you're so tight." He groaned, shifting his hips a bit to allow her to adjust to his length. Langley may have been virgin, but she knew he must have been large to induce such pain. She was no wimp, but then again at the mere shift of his hips she moaned his name so loudly she was afraid the attendants of the ball may have heard her.

"Oh god, George."

He smirked at hearing his name used in such a dirty way, though the curl of his lips was anything but godly. "God cannot help you now, only I can give you what you want." With that, he pulled out of her warmth, and Langley was left slightly dumbfounded at his actions until he plunged back into her. He groaned, but she only shut her eyes as a wave of immense pleasure washed over her. Her hips rocked onto his, her lips coming to wrap around his back and give him a better angle. He repeated the process, mounting a harmony with the movement of her hips and his as they both neared their release. His mouth was on her neck as he thrust haplessly into her, his breathing shaky at best and mixed with a moan every time he thrust back into her slick heat. Words were lost between their throes of passion, and though neither thought of it, neither would ever share a passion as primal and raw as this with another, for it forged a bond beyond either of their control.

Langley's hands moved to his back, her nails raking down the skin as she tried to purchase a grip to keep her body from sliding her and there. He was thrusting mercilessly and with an ardor beyond usual mindless intercourse, but suddenly the coil in them both tightened, and Langley screamed his name as her first, and certainly not last orgasm ripped through her. She was acutely aware of the stars in her vision as he followed through with a few sloppy thrusts as he came after her, riding out the orgasm with baited breathing and loud moans of his own.

He collapsed on top of her, and suddenly Langley felt drowsy, so drowsy in fact that her body went numb to all feeling except the pleasure she'd just felt as the aftershocks washed over her. Her mind was fuzzy, and for a moment the plan registered in her mind, but then again it wasn't important. Not when George placed a kiss to her lips and clambered off of her, a devilish grin on his lips as he watched her eyes flutter shut without control of it being otherwise. He had claimed her, taken her and ended the spell she'd put him under. Tomorrow she would pay for seducing him, and no longer would he spend sleepless nights fantasizing about how much he wished her in his bed. He'd taken her, and those dreams had become reality.

Poor Eldric never stood a chance.