~~~Good Day! Warning this chapter does have some explicit moments. It is also a spicy teaser. Thank you~~~
~Xarga12~
Nereida and Cullen arrived at her house, the tension between them palpable as they stood at her doorstep. Before Nereida could even reach for her keys to unlock the door, Cullen surprised her by lifting her up in his arms. She let out a surprised gasp, but a smile quickly spread across her face as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Cullen leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Their desires for each other had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long, and now they were finally unable to resist any longer. As they kissed, Cullen fumbled with the door, his hands trembling with anticipation, until he finally managed to open it.
With a swift movement, Cullen carried Nereida inside her home, kicking the door shut behind them. He pressed her against the door, their bodies pressed tightly together as they continued to kiss with unrestrained passion. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in each other, their desires burning hotter with each passing moment. Cullen reluctantly broke away from their passionate kiss, his lips trailing down to Nereida's neck. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he kissed and nibbled at her skin, igniting a fire of desire within her. Her moans only fueled Cullen's own longing for her, his desire becoming more intense with each sound she made.
Slowly, Cullen began to lick a path up her neck to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. In a husky whisper, he asked her where her bed was. Nereida, lost in the haze of passion, motioned toward the direction of her bedroom without a second thought. With a sense of urgency, Cullen pulled her away from the wall, his hand firmly grasping her backside as he guided her through the familiar corridors of her home. They moved with a single purpose, driven by their overwhelming desire for each other.
Finally reaching her bedroom, Cullen found the bed and gently laid Nereida down, his body hovering over hers. The air was thick with anticipation as they gazed into each other's eyes, their longing palpable in the dimly lit room. As Cullen's hands explored her body, Nereida's breath hitched with anticipation. She felt a rush of excitement course through her as his hands moved with trembling desire. When his fingers brushed against her soft skin, she couldn't contain the involuntary moan that escaped her lips.
Feeling her response, Cullen's desire surged, and he kissed her passionately, his hands continuing their exploration. With each caress, Nereida's blush deepened, but she didn't stop him, silently granting him permission with her nod. Cullen's hands moved with a mix of hesitation and eagerness as they reached her breasts. He paused for a moment, seeking confirmation in her eyes, before continuing his gentle touch, emboldened by the sounds of pleasure she made.
As Cullen's fingers played with her nipples, Nereida responded with a deep, passionate kiss, her lips melding with his in an urgent embrace. She couldn't contain the moan that escaped her as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands wandered down to his stomach, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles beneath his shirt. With a sense of urgency, she tried to lift his shirt, her desire evident in her touch. Sensing her eagerness, Cullen pulled away slightly, eliciting a whimper of longing from Nereida.
Slowly, he lifted his shirt, discarding it to the side, revealing his toned body to her hungry gaze. Nereida's cheeks flushed as she took in every inch of him, her eyes tracing the contours of his chest and abdomen. Cullen felt a bit exposed under her intense scrutiny, his own cheeks tinged with a blush as he met her hungry gaze. Nereida hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with Cullen's, the intensity of their desire palpable between them. She could see the longing mirrored in his gaze, matching her own fervent yearning.
With a steady hand, she began to pull her shirt off, revealing her bare chest to him. As the fabric fell away, she lay exposed before him, her skin tingling with anticipation. Cullen swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over her body, tracing the curves and contours with an intense gaze. His face flushed even more as he took in every inch of her, his desire evident in the heat of his gaze. Nereida's heart raced as she waited for his response, her body thrumming with anticipation.
Cullen leaned in, placing tender kisses along Nereida's stomach as he trailed his way up her body. With each kiss, she let out soft moans, her anticipation building with each caress of his lips. He continued his ascent until he reached her breasts, where he hesitated slightly, his gaze meeting hers. She pleaded with him through her eyes, urging him not to stop. Encouraged by her silent request, he captured one of her breasts in his mouth, gently sucking and teasing her sensitive skin.
As he lavished attention on her, Nereida arched her back in pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. Each sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, igniting a fire of desire that burned between them. Cullen spread her legs with his as he settled between them, the heat of their bodies igniting a fiery passion between them. She felt his hardness within his pants as he rubbed himself against her, each movement sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.
With every thrust, she felt a warm sensation building between her legs, her desire growing with each movement. Her hands roamed his body, exploring every curve and contour as she surrendered to the pleasure washing over her. Cullen continued to suck and play with her breasts, his other hand roaming her body in a frenzy of desire. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a hunger that burned within her.
As his hand slowly moved between her legs, she instinctively froze, her body tensing with anticipation. Sensing her hesitation, Cullen immediately stopped and looked at her, concern evident in his voice as he asked if she was alright. She shyly looked away, nodding her head, but Cullen lightly grabbed her chin, gently urging her to look at him. Cullen gazed into Nereida's eyes, searching for reassurance amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. "Is this what you want?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with concern.
Nereida's expression betrayed the inner turmoil she was experiencing as she struggled to find the right word. She whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "it's my first time." Surprise flickered in Cullen's eyes, quickly replaced by understanding and empathy. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, his touch offering comfort and reassurance. "It's alright," he murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness. A faint chuckle escaped Cullen's lips as he shyly confessed, "It's my first time too." He smiled warmly at her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of nerves and excitement. "I'm just... going with how your body reacts."
Nereida's voice quivered slightly as she spoke, her eyes betraying her nervousness. "Do you… still want to continue?" Cullen could sense the apprehension in her tone, and it stirred a sense of nervousness within him as well. Without hesitation, he gently laid down beside her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "If you're not ready, we can wait," he murmured softly, his arms holding her close. "I want this to be special for you."
Nereida nestled closer to Cullen, seeking comfort in his warmth as they lay bare next to each other. Her voice was soft as she spoke, a hint of vulnerability in her tone. "Are you… going to leave?" Cullen shook his head gently, his arms tightening around her as he held her close. "No," he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to her face. Their bare skin touched, igniting a sense of intimacy between them. "The only thing that matters to me is being here with you."
Nereida and Cullen held each other closely, their bodies entwined as they lay together in the warm embrace of the night. Nereida playfully ran her fingers through Cullen's hair, enjoying the comforting sensation as she watched him begin to drift off to sleep. Cullen struggled to keep his eyes open, his efforts futile against the soothing caress of Nereida's touch. Eventually, he succumbed to the pull of sleep, his breathing steady and calm as he lay beside her.
Nereida couldn't help but smile as she observed his peaceful sleeping form, admiring the handsome features that were softened in slumber. She leaned in to place a tender kiss on his lips, whispering softly, "Goodnight, my knight. Feeling Cullen's hold tighten slightly in response, Nereida closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the warmth of his embrace as sleep gently claimed them both.
As the first light of dawn crept through the window, Cullen found himself trapped in a haunting dream of his past. Kinloch Hold materialized around him, every detail vivid and suffused with dread. The once-familiar walls transformed into a chamber of nightmares as abominations clawed their way into existence, tormenting him with their twisted forms. Helpless, he watched in horror as his comrades fell one by one, consumed by darkness.
With a gasp, Cullen snapped awake, his body drenched in a cold sweat, his heart pounding furiously against his chest. Disoriented and disheveled, he frantically scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, momentarily forgetting where he was. In his panic, he tumbled off the bed, landing with a thud on the floor. As he struggled to regain his bearings, a soft voice reached his ears, cutting through the remnants of nightmare. Turning his gaze, he found Nereida standing before him, her expression etched with concern as she hurried to his side, her form wrapped in the sheets she had hastily pulled around herself.
With a flinch, Cullen recoiled from Nereida's touch, his mind still ensnared in his nightmare. As he stumbled backward, his hand instinctively reached for the familiar weight of his sword, only to find emptiness where it should have been. Reality crashed over him like a relentless tide, and he realized he was defenseless, vulnerable in this unfamiliar place. Panic surged through him as he scrambled to his feet, his heart racing with a primal urgency. He cast a fleeting glance at Nereida, who sat where he had been, her eyes brimming with sorrow and confusion. The sight of her, witnessing him in such a vulnerable state, only fueled his desperation.
Without a word, Cullen snatched up his shirt and bolted from the room, leaving Nereida's voice echoing behind him as she called out for him to wait. But he couldn't bear to stay a moment longer, couldn't face the raw vulnerability of his own fears mirrored in her gaze. He fled into the dawn-lit streets, the weight of his nightmares heavy upon him.