Heaven tastes like Sin
A/N: Reaver has finally had a taste of the princess and he looks back on his life.
Chapter 4: Not the Same
Reaver looked down at the woman in his bed; he had finally made her pass out from bliss and he felt good about it. He now had the chance to examine her as she laid on her stomach in the red silk of his sheets. The sheet pooled around her hips leaving the long trail of her pale beautiful back exposed to him. He trailed his fingers down her back and smiled at the small shudder he got from her. He examined his prize and a smile tugged his lips. She was exquisite in all her dark glory. She was everything he could ever dream of, her long hair was so dark it nearly blended in with the sheets in the dim light of the room, her skin was like pale cream and he enjoyed lapping at every part of it.
He leaned down and ran his lips and tongue along her neck and shoulder enjoying the taste of her skin. She was nothing like his Kate and it took him until now to realize what he truly wanted. He wanted someone who was as dark inside as him. He had been blinded by Kate and her beauty as well as her purity. But the darkness of the princess made him realize just how far he had fallen from grace and there was no turning back now.
He grazed teeth along her skin making her moan and stir which caused a stirring in his manhood as he growled along her skin his hand sliding up into her hair as he drew her back to his chest. "Wake up little Princess," he growled as he nipped harder.
Medea groaned and trembled in his arms as she pressed back against him. "Mmmm…now that is a royal wake up I can get used to." She purred as she rubbed herself against him.
He chuckled darkly. "Only the best for you little princess."
"I can assure you I am not the little girl you once knew. Once I get up to that castle I will take what is mine."
"And what is that?"
"The Throne of Albion. We don't need my brother on the throne, we can survive without him and I will make sure that this kingdom is ruled how it should have been ruled." She rolled over in his arms the sheet pooling around her slim waist exposing her full perky breasts. She ran her fingernails along his bicep and smiled at him. "I can take this shit hole my brother has made and make you a very very wealthy man Reaver, but only if you promise to fallow me." Her full red lips turned into a seductive smile that made Reaver rock hard.
He smirked back and rolled her on top of him and sliding her over his solid manhood making her moan. "What else do I get if I betray your brother, who has made me a very wealthy man anyway, and fallowing you dear princess?"
Medea smiled as she rolled her hips taking him in and riding him, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and she braced her hands on his chest. "Why Reaver, you get me of course, instead of coming to this little shithole you call a home you can come to the palace and into my more comfortable bed every night." She arched her back taking him in deeper and exposing the whole front of her to him.
Reaver growled at the show she was putting on and gripped her hips in his hands. "Fuck Medea….are you…trying to propose to me?"
She chuckled darkly pinning him with her angel blue eyes. "Why Reaver, of course not. I am offering you something better than marriage."
"And…what…is…that?" He asked punctuating each word with a hard thrust, making her moan and scream in bliss.
"Sex, passion filled, violent, bloody, raunchy sex." She cried out as she came around him once more causing Reaver to laugh.
He laughed darkly as he rolled her under him and pounded into her until he was sated and smiled at her trembling form. "Very well Medea, I accept your offer."
She smiled and kissed him sweetly before getting up and pulling on some of his clothing. She smiled as she paused in the doorway. "I will see you at my coronation, it's going to happen very soon Reaver. Ta-ta." Her laughter fallowed her out the door and rang in his head as he sat in bed.
The room still smelled of sex and her and he found it intoxicating, he knew he was trapped even deeper than when he was with Kate...but this time he knew that he was going to get what he wanted. "Because Kate and Medea are not the same," he smiled running his fingers over the claw marks on his shoulders. "No not the same at all." He laughed as he settled down into his bed smelling her and falling asleep with her scent around him.
A/N: Short sweet and to the point. We are making progress!