A cold inquisitor

A promise (Smut chapter)

 That was all he needed to hear from her, her consent in the form of a soft plea. His hands gave her hips a firm squeeze, holding her in place, feeling the fabric of her clothes bunch in the crook of his fingers. She found her lips soon pressed just as firmly against his, moving in a slow pace, both starting slow to savor each other, treading carefully onto new territory with each other. This wasn't some attempt to get her barren and in his bed. She hadn't trusted someone in a very, very long time. Never been this intimate with someone. He wasn't about to reinforce the idea that he would leave, she needed to be shown that. 

She gave a soft hum of disappointment, pouting, feeling him pull away from her. She hadn't realized how suddenly out of breath she was, sucking in air greedily while her eyes looked to him and saw how quickly his coat had been abandoned, pulling off his leather gloves by the tip of his middle finger, pulling with his teeth as fast as he could.  He wasted no time, soon as they were disposed of his hands were back on her in an instant, holding her just as securely as he had done before. 

" If you want me to stop, speak up. I'm a man of my word, I want to show you i won't be leaving."  His voice was low and like a rumble, she could feel it vibrating through his chest and against her own. It made her heart speed up, banging against her ribcage with excitement.  She gave a slight nod of her head, feeling her cheeks go a tinge warmer. " I trust you will."  She could see it on his face how much that meant to him, earning her trust enough she could say it out loud without any hesitation, or fear that she would be proven wrong.  It was like a spark behind his eyes had turned into a fire, and quicker, more passionate than before she found his rough lips pressed against hers, drawing out a soft moan that seemed to spur him on further. His hands found themselves exploring her form over her clothes, as her own found them back to cupping his face and pulling him even closer, till they went slowly moved. One going up into those sandy blonde locks of his, while the other traveled down his back, feeling the way his muscle moved under her light touch.  

He rewarded her with a soft grunt, his hands finding the underside of her thighs and hoisting her legs around his waist, forcing her to lay back against the comfort of his bedding, blankets of thick and warm animal furs. As he pulled away again, he trailed soft and chaste kisses down her chin, jaw, all the way to her collar bone before his teeth nipped at the pale skin. She hummed in approval, biting her lower lip to stifle the soft groan that wanted to escape. He would hear her, and she would hear him, but not yet. Good chance the entirety of Haven would hear them both soon enough. 

" Let them hear you my Harold, i want them to know who Andraste sent you to."   

He growled under his breath, speaking low but loud enough for her ears to hear, even if the tent was dim she could still see that devilish smirk go across his face, and with him so close, close enough she could feel his hot breath against her skin, it made the normally  upbeat and talkative dwarf seem far more devious. Threatening. 

" But Var-" She barely had time to speak before he suddenly bit down. Her form jumped as a loud yelp spilled from her lips. It hurt, she could feel the teeth against her skin, she knew it would likely bruise and leave bleeding track marks behind. Varric held her down, making sure she could only squirm as he continued his assault, her body would become his latest work, his hands worked to carefully peel the layers of fabric away from her, hearing as she tried to hold back the moans of his name, coming from her almost like it was a holy chant and he was her maker. 

It was surprisingly fast, too quick for her to notice. Her hands shook, clinging onto the back of his shirt, her nails leaving little holes in the red fabric. When he pulled away, his shirt was in ruin, and he had left her with little to no barriers to hide behind. She was a barren, naked and beautiful sight to behold. Her skin was flawless, paler than the whitest snow. She was almost petite, full of gentle curves and when his eyes trailed up, he reached up to cup a breast, brushing his thumb over a pale pink bud. They were a perfect fit in his rough warm palm.