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She couldn’t breathe - not when she was pinned between a wall and a solid mass of man . He was ferocious tonight. They were still clothed, having sneaked out of the party early to deal with more urgent matters. Pressed up into a dark corner somewhere in Halamshiral’s empty guest quarters, Kiana gasped out a cry, her fingers clawing for purchase against those wonderfully solid shoulders.
Cullen’s strong, flexing shoulders.
His arms were braced firmly against the stone wall, eyes drilling into hers with a golden intensity that set her insides aflame. Trevelyan could barely move let alone draw breath for the way he was rolling his hips into her - nor for the heat of his mouth, angled perfectly over hers.
“Cullen—” She sank into his kiss, whimpering against his lips.
He broke from her momentarily. A wicked smile creased those ruddy cheeks, silent laughter shimmering in the depths of his lust-darkened pupils. “Tell me,” Cullen rasped, nuzzling into her bare neck and nipping at her ear. “Tell me what you need from me, Inquisitor.”
Kiana’s pale eyes flew open in surprise. He knew what his voice did to her, and tonight he was using it at every opportunity. Already she was writhing beneath his kisses, his growls of sweet, sweet torment - his promises of delights as yet untasted. His fingers had barely even dipped beneath her waist and still sparks shot through her, ecstasy searing white sparks along the edges of her vision. The question was an enticing one. Already she had begged him to touch her — but he refused to satisfy her. Instead he seemed to be playing some sort of cruel game. Words were his weapon of choice tonight, and with each new whispered promise, Kiana’s endurance faltered just a little. She wondered if it was possible to climax from Cullen’s voice alone…
“Order me to stop,” her commander whispered, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her jaw. “Tell me it’s too much — that this isn’t right…”
“Cullen—” Trevelyan’s lashes fluttered, her breath coming hard as she scrabbled to maintain her hold on his neck. He was grinding his body against hers, his hard length pressing into the cradle of her hips and grinding there… She shuddered at the unexpected thrill that shot through her core. He hadn’t even begun touching her and, Andraste preserve her, she was consumed with want. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
The golden-haired Commander groaned against her skin. “By the Maker, you are perfection.”
She hissed, words failing her in the heat of her need. Kiana twisted her fingers beneath the unfastened jacket, balling in his linen shirt and pulling that ever-so wicked mouth back to hers. Her thighs slipped against each other beneath her dress, slick from the intensity of her arousal.
And that was when it began - a slow burning deep within her. It coiled up from her core, heat surging through her body with each kiss, each desperate touch of his fingers, every delectable moan. Kiana felt her knees begin to shake. Whimpering his name between kisses, she felt the tension within her reach its pinnacle - and snap. She came undone right there. Trevelyan bucked against him, giving into the sensations that were washing over her and gasping his name into his mouth. Cullen greedily swallowed her cries, cupping her cheek as she sagged, spent.
“Oh…” Kiana’s head fell back against his waiting arm, a dazed sigh passing through swollen lips. After a moment, she confessed, “I didn’t even know that could happen.”
Cullen chuckled darkly. Even in the shadows of their obscured corner, Kiana could see the want that lingered in his gaze.
“The night is still young, Inquisitor.” He swept her up in his arms, carrying her with delightful ease. “And we haven’t even reached our quarters yet.”