The Taming

An Endearing Change

Sebastian didn't know what had changed in Elsabet, and he wasn't about to question it.

She was a joy this morning, almost playful.

But then she'd disappeared up into the solar most of the day. Which generally boded ill for him since that was typically her favored place to sit and think about uglier things.

He'd expected her resentment to have returned by the time he saw her next.

Instead, he'd heard the creak of his chamber door.

That first night, he was awake when she crept into his chamber. Merely staring at the wall next to him. He heard the creak of the door, and her soft step on the floor. He knew the sound of her, even her breathing.

He knew precisely who had entered his room. He was still. Refusing to look.

When she only stood there, hesitating so long that he thought she might rush out, he caught up the blanket behind him and lifted it. Not facing her to avoid scaring her away.

His invitation was clear.

And for once, she accepted it. Sliding beneath the coverlet and lying there stiffly.

Still, he did not move.

After a time, she scooted next to him, then finally rolled toward him. Huddling against his back.

She was so delicate and cold that he assumed she wanted the intense heat of his body as much as she wanted the contact.

When she slid a hand along the side of his ribs, he reflexively lifted his elbow for her to slide it around.

The feel of her soft body was so lovely that he didn't dare move and ruin it. Though he could not sleep, he lay there in the dark next to her, as he had on many occasions. Allowing her fall asleep against him. When he could no longer stay in that one position, he rolled onto his back.

She took advantage of the position, to tuck her head against his chest and curl to his side.

His shoulder was under her head, so he reached that arm down her back to caress his fingertips along her lower back. Encouraging her to relax.

She made a crooning sound which indicated it was working.

He'd enjoyed the time with her so much that he hadn't dared ask any questions. He just let her be.

The only thing more surprising than the fact that she'd come to him that night was that she did it again the next night.

It had been months since that first night, and to Sebastian's surprise, it was commonplace for him to find her in his bed now.

Whether I'm there or not.

And when he did make it back to lay next to her, by morning he'd find her snuggled against his chest.

Finding her there each night, or in the early hours of the mornings when he returned, brought him an indescribably sort of peace and had him rushing to get home a bit faster every time he went out.

Because I know she'll be there.

Though she wasn't necessarily waiting for him, just her presence was divine.

Even more blissful than her mere presence, was the early mornings when she woke him. Passionate and endearing. Wanting to attention.

Attention which he was more than happy to slather over her.

Those sweet kisses and the charming taste of her was intoxicating.

The most intriguing of them all was the first night he heard her moving in the sheets next to him and woke to find her bracing herself against the posts of his large bed, so she could position herself over his face. Lowering herself down over his mouth in the most delightful offering.

Had he been asleep that scent would've brought him out of it.

Even a Knight's Sleep, I think. Which it was almost impossible to wake any of them from until their bodies had fully recovered from endless days without sleep.

But he wasted no time sweeping his forearms under her thighs and back around so he could get a grip on her circular ass. Positioning it so he could feast on what she'd invited him to. Delving his tongue into her and caressing his mouth over her slip before moving up to indulge the little bud that made her wild. He pressed that with his tongue before swirling around it until she was moaning wickedly and squirming over him. Eventually one of her hands fell to wind fingers through his hair. Pulling and tugging as she guided him to do what she wished.

He growled hungry and that made her arch her back and whine for more. Those upthrust breasts straining skyward. Buttoned tips hard and needy.

She'd swayed herself forward and back over his mouth, urging him to give her even more.

He'd slid a hand back around to reach up and thumb that bud at the same time he stretched his tongue into her opening. Moving it in decadent little swirls intended to push her over the edge.

They did just that. Sensations ripped her apart and sent her arching backward so her silver hair fell over his abdomen and her hands were thrown back to brace her on his thighs as she rode his face toward her ecstasy.

She panted when finally, her climax concluded but he wasn't nearly done with her. He didn't intend to let the moment end with that sinful torment. Instead he lifted her off his face and moved her down to set her on the erection which he'd flicked his pants open to expose. Setting her over him and peering up at her.

She lurched forward, still using that bedpost for leverage as she rode down on him. The sheets puddling around her body.

Her slender waist made the perfect handle. His fingers dug into her hips to press her on. She reared up and lowered. Swaying her hips as she worked herself down over him.

Eventually, he changed the angle of the motion. Pushing her down toward his thighs then urging her up toward his abdomen so it pressed him in and out of her in a steady rhythm.

He grunted, his jaw clenching as he felt the tension curling up through his thighs and making the base of him begin to tingle in a way that told him he was a breath away from exploding himself.

But he bit it back, fighting the urge that was nearly overwhelming.

He waited.

Waited.

There it is.

She was a squirming, moaning mess of beauty. Spilling her own orgasm around him. Her clenching was enough to throw him over the edge.

He came a heartbeat after she did.

Then she gave a deep sigh of relief. Falling forward onto his chest.

Just as he'd done to her on prior occasions.

He cradled her to him. Stroking her hip and back. Letting her sit as she was with him still feeling every little quiver and ripple inside her. Though that torture was enough to have his nerve endings screaming for more, his mind was at peace.

Content to lay there in that easy silence.

In no time she was breathing methodically. Her soft breaths warming across his shoulder and the side of his neck.

His arousal was building again. Winding up for a second round.

But he let her sleep, forcing himself to calm as much as he could while he was already cradled in her center.

This moment is too precious to ruin.

He held her until daylight.