{You don't have to read part 1 first, but it's highly recommended.} No spoilers.
Note: This is a continuation of the last part, but takes place several weeks later. And it's in Robb's point of view this time.
Robb Stark comes to realize that there's no way he can fulfill his promise to marry into House Frey when he is already madly in love with the daughter of his bannerman.
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She tasted of something sweet. Something she had been eating before I found her and begged her to let me take her back to my tent so I could make mad love to her. I found that the fruity taste was familiar to me and couldn't help but pull away from her lips so I could ask.
"Have you been eating berries?" I would never grow tired of seeing her like this. Her long brown locks spilled out over the pillow underneath her, framing her head like the lioness she was. Those almond-shaped eyes, holding pools of liquid sapphire, looking up at me with affection and desire. I could feel the rise and fall of her chest as I lay over her, covering her nude body with my own.
"Robb?" A slight smack against my cheek broke me out of my thoughts. "Are you having sexual fantasies about melonberries?"
"What? Melonberries? Melonberries." Ah, that's what it had been. I dropped my face down to hers and kissed her again, covering her soft pink lips. I didn't waste time in slipping my tongue into the warmth of her mouth and there it was again.
This was definitely the beginning to an unhealthy addiction to melonberries. That's what I called it. An addiction. That's what she was to me.
I groaned into her mouth, not being able to get enough of her as our tongues continued to stroke one another, encased by our perfectly molded lips. There wasn't any way I could get as close to her as I wanted to. It wasn't physically possible.
"Do we have enough time?" She had pushed me back up by my shoulders before she spoke, the words spilling out in one breath.
"I think so."
"I want you to make love to me, Robb." She reached up and traced a lazy finger down the curve of my cheekbone. Her touch sent shivers down my back. "I don't want you to fûck me. I want you to make love to me."
She didn't have to be sitting on the Iron Throne for me to obey that command.
Her legs loosely swung around me as I shifted until my côck was where it wanted to be. Sliding a hand underneath her till my hand could feel the bony ridges of her spine, I held myself off her as my free hand traveled lower to grip my erect member.
Her wet cûnt accepted me graciously as I eased myself into her. The legs she had around me, cinched tighter at once while her fingers invested deeply in my wild curls, trapping me to her. There was no place I could ever think of escaping to. Not when the sound of my name leaving her lips was music to my ears, not when the little tugs she gave at my hair caused ripples of pleasure through my body, not when she felt so good around my côck as I made passionate love to her, not when she tightened her tight little cûnt around me every time she came. And definitely not when she tasted of melonberries.
My thrusts had become ruthless with desperate need to come. I knew she was almost there too when her moans grew louder and the rolling of her hips from underneath me, urging me to take her faster, became frantic.
"Robb, please." Her voice was trembling as she clung onto me. "Faster, please. Almost there."
With a vicious thrust, I felt my côck hit the back of her inner walls triggering her orgasm. Her back arched off the bed and with a cry, she let herself come, clenching her cûnt around me. The simple action had me spurting my hot, thick release into her, joining her climax. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, muffling my moans as the waves of pleasure hit me.
"I love you." I moved forward to capture her lips. When I pulled back from the searing kiss, I looked down at her, searching her face for a sign that she was still with me. For a sign that she hadn't run away.
A sad smile claimed her swollen lips as her eyebrows knit together. No, she hadn't run away, I decided when I saw the clear affection in her eyes as she cupped my jaw.
"Marry me." I was taking my chances. That's what I did as King of the North. Take chances. And I was going to take my chances with this woman because there was no other way I could make her mine like I wanted her to be.
"Don't say things like that-"
"I mean it." I reached between us and tipped her chin back to me when she looked away to the side.
"What about your promise to-"
"I don't want to marry a Frey girl."
"Walder Frey doesn't care what you want, Robb." She looked annoyed, casting her eyes elsewhere as she spoke. "You promised you would marry one of his daughters."
"I don't love any of his daughters. I love you." I brushed my lips against hers again. Her hand slipped from my jaw to the back of my head where she held me firmly to her mouth. "Marry me." I asked again, pulling away just enough to get the words out and rubbing my nose against hers tenderly.
"I want to." There was agony in her voice. "You don't know much I want to."
"Then let me make you my wife." She opened her eyes that she had closed when we kissed and looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "I know I'm fighting a war, but I want you by my side." There was an unbearable silence that lasted way too long for my liking. All I could do was stare down at her with pleading eyes. Then, finally she nodded slowly.
"Okay." Her lips tugged up when the grin broke across my face. "Make me yours, Robb Stark."
"I intend to." I told her, punctuating my words with a gentle kiss on her nose.
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I actually was going to make her refuse, but decided I would give you guys a happy ending for once.
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