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Chapter 8
Rickon has been sneaking to Shireen’s rooms for three weeks. Every night, they become more intimate, exploring their bodies and finding new ways to pleasure each other.
They were in her bed one night: his head on her lap while she ran her hands through his hair, then his arms and chest. They were discussing if Shireen could take him in physical confrontation. It was a surprise for Rickon to learn that she had taken self-defense classes. He was really intrigued to know what she had learned so far. When she said she could beat him, he laughed. She stood up and gave him a demonstration. He got up from bed and went to kiss her.
“You can totally kick any one’s ass but mine, babe,” Rickon said with a cocky smile.
“Let’s see about that, Wolf,” Shireen said and launched at Rickon. She threw a few punches, trying to get him to fight. Instead, he just stood there. Some of the blows hurt a little but not too much. “That’s all you going to do? Is this the Wild Wolf everyone is afraid of?”
“No, my girl. Now, it’s my turn,” and with that he lifted her and threw her to the bed, crawling on top of her like a hunter and pinning her arms above her head.
He kissed her hard and needy. His mouth traveled from her lips to her neck, sucking and nipping, roaming his hands on her legs. Shireen felt her desire about to explode, so she made move to take Rickon’s shirt off. He was about to do the same with her nightgown, but before he asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.“
At that, he took her nightgown and she removed his shorts. He kissed every inch of her skin. He grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders removing her panties and running his mouth and tongue over her inner tights. When he faced her sex, he slipped his tongue, licking and sucking greedily. Shireen was whimpering and sighing his name while she threaded her fingers in his hair. Rickon hit the right spot and she came, gasping at the incredible sensation. She have never felt anything like it before, and she only wanted more. Rickon seemed to read her thoughts and said, “We are not done yet, my love.”
Love. That’s what’s about to happen; we are going to make love. Rickon kissed his way to her lips, nipping and biting the soft flesh of her belly and lavishing her breasts, kissing, tugging, and biting. Shireen cried out in pleasure. “Please, Rickon, now.” She was painting beneath him, and she could feel how hard he was.
Rickon removed his boxers and aligned but remembered something ad stop “Protection”.
“I started on the pill after our encounters” she said and he spread her thighs and slowly he entered her. Shireen wrapped her legs around him, and he hissed with desire. She felt amazing, and again he thought she was made for him. Shireen felt a little sting, but no pain at all. She could only be focused on the fact that she was Rickon’s. He is making her his. She is giving herself to him. Rickon started to move slowly but each time going deeper. She started to meet his thrusts, and he couldn’t help but go faster, gripping her hips hard. Shireen seemed to agree as she moaned his name repeatedly, her nails digging in his hair and back.
“You have no idea how much I have wanted this,” Rickon murmured to her ear, nipping her lobe. She was so perfect and tight. He was lost in her. “You feel amazing, Shireen I want to stay inside of you forever,” he said, growling and biting the place where her neck met her shoulder as her walls tightened around him. He rolled them so that she was on top and bid her to sit up. He cupped her face and told her, “You are the most beautiful and perfect thing that has ever happened to me.”
“You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Rickon.”
They kissed with all the fire and desire they felt for each other. She wasn’t sure what to do so, she tried rolling hips her forward and back, and he groaned, closing his eyes and savoring every touch and every feel of her hands on his hair and back. Then, she started to move up and down, and Rickon groaned and moaned. Then, left and right, and together they created a perfect pace that had them both shouting their names and moaning and growling in pleasure. He was about to come, but he wanted her to join him there so he gripped at her hip, guiding her movement until he hit the right spot, and they came together. Shireen fell and put her head on his shoulder and Rickon tightened his arms around her.
Shireen lifted her head and looked at him with those sapphire eyes, smiling at him, and he tells her what has already said—what both have said—with actions. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Rickon.”
“I guess you win; you did make me scream.”
“We both did,” he said, smiling.
They lay in bed for a while until Shireen suggested they take a shower, and Rickon went willingly. They entered the shower, and they were cleaning. It was supposed to be just a shower until Rickon noticed the bruises on the sides of Shireen hips and the marks on her neck and collarbone. He kneeled down kissing her hips, nipping and sucking. Then, he kissed the marks on her neck. Shireen was sighing and moaning, and he pinned her to wall. She wrapped her legs around him, and soon he was pounding into her while she dug her nails in his back, tugging his hair. He was getting deeper and deeper as she clenched around him. They both came with a breathy I love you in unison, and they both laughed because they were happy, and everything was the way it supposed to be.
The laid in her bed together. Rickon caressed her arms and back, and Shireen traced patterns on his chest.
“I knew you would be mine the moment I saw you,” Rickon said in a dreamy voice.
“And I knew you would be mine, as well,” Shireen said, lifting a little to peck him on the lips. “Rickon, what will happen now that my year here is almost over?”
“My doe, I know I will find my way to you, so before your father left, I spoke to mine and requested to be a pupil at Dragonstone,” Rickon said and Shireen straddled him, hugging and kissing him.
“You will be in my territory now, my wolf” Shireen said.
“Well, I guess I better take advantage while I can.” They celebrated all night long.