4.

~ "Eames." she whispered as her hands went to cover her bare breasts. She didn't even attempt to stop him from slipping off her night gown. Her thin layer of clothing falling off her as though it were a useless thing.
"Eames, you're not well. You're..." she swallowed hard as her whole body felt hot under his gaze.

She lost her train of thought as his hands were in her hair and she was made to look him in the eyes. The intensity of his gaze, as there was no longer a trace of the boyish, scoundrel she knew just moments before.

Those eyes belonged to a man, torn apart by lust and want. She felt her sex quiver at the thought of all he wanted from her. Eames was many things, but he wasn't a gentleman when it came to his lust.

"You're still not well." she managed to get out before his lips attacked hers. Her sentence cut off and useless as their bodies melded harmoniously together.

The feel of foreign flesh on hers was beyond words. Even if nothing else came of it, she could live forever in the bliss of his bare chest on hers. The forbidden moments of sweet anticipation; when there was still time to turn back. To stop this race towards a cliff that they could never return from.

"I'm well enough." he whispered in her ear and she turned to the feel of his warm breath.

"Eames." she pleaded halfheartedly as his hands wandered to her breasts, plucked and aggravated her nipples, then roamed over her belly.
"Do you want me?" he asked as she felt his fingers explore between her legs.

She gasped at the delightful intrusion on her sex. Her soon to be lover caressing her folds and rubbing over those secretive spots that mysteriously made her body jump and her breathing grow ragged.

"Because it looks like you want me." he said and held up the hand that had been touching her between the legs.

She opened her eyes to see his fingers were glistening with some kind of wetness she knew had come from her. A wetness that he had caused.

"I'm still married." she protested weakly as he easily pulled her down and with little effort, had her cradle his body between her legs. "You're still not well." she added as his teeth nipped her belly and she was vaguely aware he was stroking himself.

"Look, Ariadne." he demanded after several seconds. "Look what you've done to me."

She raised her head up to see his erect manhood treating entrance into her.
"You can't." she panted.
"I will." he counted.

She shook her head and weakly tried to push him away. His member was thick and monstrous as he was close, so dangerously close.
"Wait, Eames, we can't." she whispered as he rolled back over her. His manhood hot and menacing as he kissed her.

"I won't take what you won't give willingly." he said into her ear. "But we both know you want this."

"I do, it's just... Eames, what if there's a baby?" she panted as he pulled her legs apart and his fingers delved inside her again.

"Don't worry about that. You know I want to marry you." he said.
Ariadne bit her lip as she enjoyed his fingers rubbing and tormenting her. Jeffery had said almost the same thing the first time she was with him. He had told her not to worry about getting in a family way. Reminded her that they were in love and he wanted to marry her.
"Eames." she croaked weakly as her hips moved with his fingers.

She sensed he was stoking himself into a fevered state and was close, so close, to taking her.

"Eames, we can't." she moved away from him but his hands kept her under him.
"Eames!" she hissed at him as he was kissing her and she found it hard to think.

"I love you. I want you." he whispered as her legs were around his hips and she knew the thing was eminent.

"I'm still married to Fredrick. We can't do this... if I fall pregnant..." she panted as she felt herself drown in the sea of her own desire.

She forgot her own protest as he entered her. His fullness causing her to gasp out in surprise. Her body having forgotten what it was like to be taken by a man.

"OH!" she cried out as his lips burned her flesh as he rocked himself in her like a ship at sea.

She felt her body relax. She wasn't sure why she thought he would be a rough lover. His movements were capable, strong and fluid. He made love as effortlessly as breathing.

His thrusting wasn't hard or too quick, instead, he savored her. He tormented her with all he could giver her, but wouldn't.

He would come close to kissing her, then hover over her lips. Making her lean up to kiss him. He would swivel his hips just enough to bring her close to the edge, then refuse to do it again no matter how much she begged.

"Eames, please!" she cried as he trust rapidly and then moved back to a slow and steady rhythm that left her breathless, angry and her skin too hot.
"Tell me what you want." he growled into her ear. "Tell me."

"You know what I want." she meowed up at him.

He gave her that impish, sadistic grin of his. Flicked his hips and she screamed with a wonderful, waterfall of release and joy.

"Next time you say it." he panted as she could feel his thrusting grow rapid and strong.

Her own body satiated and at peace as she felt him ride and take her completely. She could fall asleep with the fulfillment of it.

"Look at me!" he demanded sharply as she felt herself come back to earth. He was still on top of her, his manhood ravishing her with all his pent up strength and lust.
She felt her eyes close again as his barbaric mating meant nothing now that her own orgasm had been achieved.
"Look at me!" he growled and she fought to keep her eyes open as she felt his body spasm.

With an animal like grunting and groaning, he came.

His body unable to stop as he pulled himself out, pumped his hand hard over an enraged, red erection and came over her body. His seed spilling hot and useless on her belly as he groaned like a wounded beast.

"Ariadne." he panted as he worked the last of himself out. "Look... look what I did for you." he managed to get out before she felt asleep.

~ If she dreamed, she didn't remember it.

She knew his warm body was on top of hers. His knowledgeable hands touched her through the night as if she belonged to him. Like she was a delicate figurine he was afraid to break and yet, he couldn't help but touch and look over.

She woke to a chill in the air and realized she was cold.

She sighed and rolled closer to Eames. Grateful for the warm body next to her.
"Ariadne." came a harsh shrew like voice.

Her eyes snapped open as she recognized the voice.

Her heart almost stopped as she looked out from the covers to see Lady Percy and Juniper glaring down at them.

She and Eames, naked in her bed with evidence of their activities unable to be denied.