Gold Rush | Ser Harwin

05.

CONTENT WARNING
Also, I've never written smut before so I mean... Sorry it's shit :/

Daerla

  "What are you doing here?" I ask Ser Harwin when I walk into my chambers. He's stood looking out the window.

  "This is also my room now," he replies as he walks towards me.

  "It was mine first," I say as I walk towards the mirror and take off my jewellery. I watch as he walks slowly towards me.

"It's time we spoke about the future," he says and I watch him in the mirror like a predator watches their prey. "We've been married a few weeks now and the marriage isn't even consummated."

I sweep my hair over my shoulder and he reaches for my necklace, he undos it but stays close to my neck.

"People expect things from us," he whispers and my spine shivers. I meet his eyes in the mirror.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I ask and he leans closer so he's almost tasting my skin.

"Would you let me?" He replies as he places a kiss on the pulse in my neck.

"This doesn't mean anything," I reply. It's been a hard few days and I could use some relieve. I wouldn't do this with anyone else. That's true.

"Nothing at all," he replies as he traces kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder. His hands settle on my back as he begins to undo the strings on the back on my dress.

His hands finally meet my flesh and he pushes the dress over my shoulders. My underdress comes next and then I'm naked.

"You are a goddess," he whispers and then he spins me round in his arms. His lips come down on mine and he tastes like heaven. My hands grab onto the bottom of his undershirt and we part for a moment so I can pull it over his head.

His breaches come off next and then we are flesh to flesh. Skin to skin. His hands trail over my body and they settle onto my breast, tracing over my nipple. He pulls away from my lips and looks into my eyes.

"It's you and me, princess," he kisses me. "You will always be mine." He picks me up and places me on the bed. He kisses me on the lips then he traces kisses down my body. Pauses on my nipples, I let out a soft moan and turn my head to side.

He continues going down my body until he reaches my core. He places a kiss on it and I moan loudly.

"This cunt is mine," he says and then he lips from the top until he reaches my hole. He licks the opening before pushing a finger inside.

"Gods," I moan as he pushes it in and then out. It's been years since I felt someone so deeply. "Come here." I say and he removes his finger before placing his cock at my entrance.

"Here," I get out as he moves up my body and his lips are on mine once again. I wrap my arms around his muscular back and then he pushes into me.

I moan into the kiss and he pushes in and out. It feels like heaven and he's touching spots that remind me of our nights spent together as teenagers.

"That's it," I whisper and he kisses into my neck. My hands trace up and down his back as he speeds up his thrusting.

"You feel so good," he says through his heavily breathing. "You're mine. Say it." He looks me in the eyes. He's so beautiful. I want every part of him.

"Im yours," I reply and I lean up to kiss up. "And you're mine. Don't forget that." I roll us over so that I'm on top. Im bouncing on his cock and he's watching me with hungry eyes.

His big hands settle on my waist and I throw back my head as I feel a rush inside me.

"I'm nearly there," I moan and I bend down so that my head is in the crook of his neck. Im so tired that he's doing all the thrusting now. He's always liked being in charge.

"Let it go," he whispers and his hand reaches down and circles my clit. "That's it, scream for me."

I squeeze my eyes shut as a shudder runs through me. I moan loudly and I know that he's enjoying this. It feels so good, like a million stars inside my vagina. I shake and he wraps his arms around me before I feel him come inside of me.

"That's it," he says as he slowly stops thrusting. Neither one of us moves and he wraps his arms around my back.

"You can say whatever bullshit you want," he whispers. "You and I are meant to be. You will love me again. I promise you that."

I turn my head so that I'm looking at his beautiful face. Something about him. I don't love him. I couldn't love him, not after what he did. Aemma's words stay with me. That he wouldn't have done it willingly. What if she's right? What if he hurt as much as I did?

"Fuck me again," I say and within seconds I'm on my back.

Maybe I would be willing to forgive him. If there was even anything to forgive.