Over the next several weeks, Anders quietly moved most of his belongings into the Hawke Estate. His presence was a welcome distraction from the heightened political tensions in Kirkwall, and Hawke was glad for the intimate company. He'd touched her in more ways than one, imparting a love that only grew stronger with each passing day.
A small sliver of her psyche had not yet been satiated, unfortunately. There was still one thing she wanted from him, wanted to share with him. He'd refused on the grounds of not wanting to jeopardize her safety, and she tried not to broach the subject too often. While she was immeasurably thrilled with the nature of their new relationship, she couldn't help but fantasize about bringing him to a glorious, uninhibited climax.
The perilous thoughts consumed her mind night after night as she drifted off to sleep in his embrace. Her feelings towards him were pure and strong, yet she couldn't help but feel their bond was incomplete. If they were going to be together, she needed to know every part of him, regardless of what he tried so hard to keep locked away. Driven nearly to the point of madness, the rogue began to formulate a plan.
Hawke shook her head disapprovingly as she stepped into her chambers. "You know the rules," she said coyly, locking the door behind her. "When we're in here, clothes are strictly forbidden."
He grinned at her. "Silly me. How could I forget?"
She waited until he was completely nude and lounging on the bed. Twirling the ties of her robe in her fingers, she strode closer to him, enjoying the way his gaze followed her every movement. Without taking her eyes off him, she removed a hidden object from her pocket before pulling at her belt and letting the flimsy garment cascade towards the floor.
"What's that?" he inquired.
Climbing onto the bottom of the bed, she crouched over him, straddling him. She leaned forward, letting the fullness of her breasts press against his chest, and dangled a set of thick metal handcuffs in front of his nose. "We're going to have an extra bit of fun tonight."
He chuckled. "Aveline's not going to be happy when she finds out you borrowed some of her law enforcement tools."
"Who said anything about Aveline? I raided Isabela's treasure chest."
"Of course." He laughed again. "I didn't think you were interested in that sort of thing, but if you want to be locked up like a captured criminal, I'll do anything for you."
"Oh, no. That's not exactly what I had in mind." As she kissed him, the first cuff closed around his wrist with a loud click.
The bemusement that had been present on the mage's face was replaced by a look of sheer panic. "What?" he asked weakly.
In a matter of seconds, the lightning-fast rogue had threaded the chain through the slats of the wooden headboard and fastened the opposite cuff in place, immobilizing him. "You know what I want from you," she purred in his ear. "What I need from you."
She kissed, licked, and nibbled her way down his neck. "This is a bad idea," he said as she moved further down his torso, distracting him from his previously unwavering views. "You know I don't want…I can't…."
Hawke was undeterred. "I've always trusted you. All I ask is that you do the same of me." She continued her descending journey until she reached the part of him that was all but begging for attention. "I've always accepted you without question, every part of you," she said, nuzzling her cheek against its steely heat. "I just want to make you as happy as you've made me. You deserve this."
She slipped the bulbous head into her mouth, using her tongue to lavish it with steamy affection. A low groan rumbled from deep within him as she gradually worked her way down. Forcing herself to relax, she took all of him inside, devouring him as if she hadn't eaten in weeks.
The barrier of self-control he'd erected would take some time to break through, she knew, but she was determined to coerce him to give in to his carnal urges. She cupped him with one hand as her head bobbed up and down, taking note of which of her manipulations produced the desired effects. His breathing grew more labored, and she persisted in her task. Her goal was clear, and she would stop at nothing to achieve the results she craved.
She firmly gripped the base of his cock, returning her tongue to the small indentation below the head. It was difficult to get a good grip – its entirety was coated with her saliva, which was precisely what she wanted. Once she was satisfied with the amount of lubrication, she slid her hand between his legs. His puckered hole was waiting for her, and she gently eased a single finger into him.
His body jerked, and she heard him stifle another moan. Without removing her fingers or her mouth from their sensitive places, she snuck a glance up at his face. Anders's eyes were closed, and his arms were involuntarily fighting against his restraints. His anguish was almost tangible as his inner battle raged on, torn between his mind's apprehensions and his body's betrayal of them. "I can't…stop…no, don't stop…it's…I…." He quivered beneath her touch as he mumbled incomprehensibly, and it only motivated her more.
A salty drop slithered down the back of her throat, and Hawke knew they were nearing completion. She'd yearned for sharing this moment with him, and his satisfaction would only further gratify her. Quickly, she released her hold on him, and leapt forward. She ached to be filled, and she impaled herself onto him. "Come in me," she pleaded, grinding against him. He didn't answer, as he was rapidly losing his resolve. Her hips only bolstered her arguments, rocking back and forth with frantic speed. "Let me feel you…feel us together…."
Anders's eyelids flew open, but they did not reveal the warm chocolate depths she had grown to adore. Blue fire burned from the darkest recesses of his soul. The demon had been unleashed. He sat up abruptly, easily snapping the wooden support that had held him in place. The metal shackles could no longer contain his brutal strength, and the chains burst apart.
Before she could react, he roughly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off of him. She had no choice but to submit to his will as he flipped her over, sending her sprawling onto her stomach. He was on top of her, trapping her with his full weight, and his fingers grabbed a handful of her hair.
Hawke tried to brace herself as he rammed into her from behind. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through her body, igniting every part of her imaginable. She swore she could feel the blood boiling in her veins as he pounded her mercilessly, and all she could do was let go and enjoy the wild ride. Gone was any semblance of kindness and care. This was a savage, brutal act, and she was loving every second of it.
Her screams of euphoria were muffled by the pillows beneath her face. She was close, so very close, to achieving a state of supreme rapture with the man she loved. With one last onslaught of momentum, he buried himself inside her as far as he could go. The propulsion violently shoved her over the precipice, and she careened into the most profound orgasm she'd ever experienced. She thrashed about, tangling herself in the sheets while spasming uncontrollably. Her movements elicited the intended reaction, and she felt a gush explode into her. It was accompanied by a low, primal utterance in a voice she didn't recognize as belonging to Anders or Justice, but some strange combination of the two.
He collapsed on top of her. They lay face down on the bed, each covered in a sheen of sweat and gasping for air in a synchronized rhythm. Long minutes passed – minutes that could have been hours, years, a millennium of harmonious delirium as they basked in the dreamy haze of all they had just shared.
When he could move, Anders shifted to the side and brushed her hair away, revealing her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Please tell me I didn't hurt you. Oh, Maker, if I –"
She silenced him with a kiss, broken by a flirtatious giggle. "Of course I'm okay. I'm better than 'okay'. I told you I could handle myself." Propping herself up on one elbow, she gazed down at him, heartened by his noticeable relief. "I meant it when I said I accepted all of you. I never want you to feel like you need to hide something, or hold anything back with me."
He caressed her cheek, trailing his fingers down towards her lips and chin with the lightest of touches. The familiar sparkle had returned to his dark eyes, and he looked upon her with the utmost devotion. "You're too good to me," he said softly. "I don't know whether to cherish every moment I am with you, or fear for your life to have me there."
Hawke kissed him again, letting her mouth linger near his as they breathed together, enmeshed in a faithful embrace. "We have nothing to fear as long as we always trust each other. I promise."