Author's note: We reach the end of the story for Iron Bull and Adaar. I want to thank all the readers for sticking right to the end and for their kind reviews.

Chapter 11

He felt the quiver of her lips press against his back and was about to ask if she was okay, but then she pushed up, carefully pulling out of Bull's slightly tender bottom. He swallowed back a moan as he turned on his side. He watched her struggle with the straps, her fingers shaking too much to grasp the smooth buckles.

"Let me help you with that." She gave a small nod, her eyes avoiding his as she moved closer to him. His fingers moved quick and easy over the catches, then he gently pulled it from her body. She bit her lip at the sensation and went to take it from his hand. He dropped it to the floor and wrapped his arms around her waist, tumbling her to the bed and pulling her beneath him.

"Kadan, look at me." His voice was soft, but commanding, leaving her with no choice but to follow his demand. He saw tears trembling at the edge of her long lashes, and he understood. This had been as much of an emotional roller coaster for her as it had for him. He brushed a kiss to her cheek, catching a tear that had finally fallen.

With that gentle gesture, her face crumpled and she melted into him, her tears wetting his chest. "I thought I'd lost you Bull." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Nah, I'm not so easy to get rid of."

The crying jag was brief, like a summer shower and with a final hiccup she murmured, "It feels nice to be in your arms again." He reached up and brushed his knuckles over her cheek, caressing her soft skin before cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a slow but passionate kiss.

"Kadan, my heart, my strength, my love." She rested her forehead to his, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "I love you Bull, my haven, my shelter, my soul."

"Always, Kadan." He folded her into his arms, forever grateful that he'd met this brave and beautiful woman. Brave enough to not only lead the Inquisition, but with enough courage to fight for his soul.

He would never let such a treasure go, she was all his, as he was hers.

Some time later, Adaar rose from the bed and grabbed a wash cloth, cleaning every inch of him. He groaned, as she gently rubbed his anus.

"I think you've given a whole new meaning to the phrase - ride the Bull."

She burst out laughing, her body shaking with mirth as she finished the task and then took care of herself.

As the dawn rose, Adaar slipped on a short dressing gown while Bull pulled on a pair of trousers. Then they wandered out onto the balcony to watch the streaks of orange and pale pink reflect off the Frostback Mountains.

Slowly the last remnants of the night were pushed back and Adaar was reminded of that evening, after the destruction of Haven, when all appeared to be lost. She hummed the tune, before quietly singing a snatch of the uplifting song.

The night is long,

and the path is dark

look to the sky

for one day soon

the dawn will come

"Very appropriate," he told her as his mouth brushed her ear. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him access to her neck, where his lips became busy finding all her erogenous zones. She gasped as his hands slid under her robe, cupping her breasts. He teased the sensitive underside, tracing the full curves with his clever fingers.

"Bend over, Kadan and put both hands on the balustrade, don't move them unless I tell you to do so." She shivered at his masterful tone, feeling a rush of arousal that drenched the lips of her sex.

"Are you wet for me?" She nodded, moaning as he checked the truth for himself, his fingers finding her clitoris and caressing it with experienced strokes. He kept up the slow, teasing motion until her body undulated against his with overwhelming need.

"I want to tease you, Kadan but you feel too damn good." She felt the head of his cock slide between her swollen labia, then push inside the tight channel. She whimpered at the feeling of her pussy being stretched as he filled her with his thick length. Her head dropped forward as he thrust with long, deep strokes, bringing all her sensitive nerve endings to life.

One large hand gripped her hips in a bruising hold as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. "Oh shit, Bull, please..." Faster he went, his cock sliding in deep and hard, his fingers playing over her tender nub.

"Come for me Kadan."

At his whispered words, she stiffened as a multitude of explosions went off throughout her body. She opened her mouth to scream, but he turned her head towards him, covering her lips with his before she woke up the whole of Skyhold with her climax.

He kept pumping into her, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible. Unable to resist her strong pelvic muscles milking him any longer, he groaned and released deep inside of her, his hips locking in place until his balls were empty.

When his legs had stopped shaking, he picked her up and carried her back to bed, thankful that they'd taken the time to change the sheets before their interlude on the balcony. He laid her down, watching a sleepy smile cross her face as he cleaned them both up. Then with a yawn, he dropped the cloth on the floor and climbed in next to her, pulling her into his arms and falling into a long and peaceful sleep.