If there was any doubt at all, any moment where Cullen was concerned that the aching lust in him was not returned in equal measure, the way she holds onto him dispelled it. She doesn't try to wriggle away or punch but holds onto him for dear life and there is barely a better way she could say please yes than this.
He fucks into her as she devours him, the fingers in his hair making him buck harder. He wants to make her groan and whimper and shiver, to mewl hopelessly as he uses her.
And then she speaks. He thought the silence would last longer.
"Did I ask you to speak, slut? I don't have a use for your mouth right now."
This time the Silence is less powerful, there's no fear in it or panic. He sees it sap her voice away again and fucks into her harder, using the wetness of her cunt to push deeper into her. And then when he's all the,way in, as deep as he can be, the movements become lazy, rocking of his hips, letting her feel that stretch.
"What the fu-" Her angry outburst ends too soon; she gasps raggedly like the air is being ripped from her lungs, and the rush of cold flooding her tells her that her magic is gone again.
The son of a bitch Silenced her again. Called her a slut then Silenced her.
Marian gapes in outrage for a moment, before the slow slide of Cullen's cock draws another soft whimper from her. It just pisses her off; that little noise didn't sound angry, or outraged, or strong. It was a delicate, weak, soft thing. So is the one that comes next, pulled out by is slow push and the intoxicating stretch inside her.
It feels incredible, and part of her wants nothing more than to enjoy it, but she's mostly furious. That he could insult her, violate her with that Silence for no good reason, then lazily fuck her like nothing was wrong makes her temper flaring. With a faint, frustrated grunt, she does the only thing she can: fists a hand in Cullen's hair and yanks with all her strength.
The tug on his hair is hard and it hurts. It hurts enough for him to grit his teeth against the desire to curse. Control. It's the thing he has and she does not. He bites again, hard on her shoulder, until her hold on his hair relaxes.
It's only then he starts to move, cock throbbing as he picks up the pace, the thrusts deep into her, keeping his mouth on her shoulder, on her neck, leaving bright welts in his wake.
She feels so good, hot and tight around him, the noises small and broken. He,wants more of those noises, and despite how angry she might be with him, her legs are still tight around his hips and her cunt still wet.
"Don't pretend this isn't what you want, slut. You want to be fucked, you want to come with my cock in you like you did before. Of course you do. That's what you've wanted since I got here."
To her credit, she tries. She tries to yank his hair so hard she might just rip his head off. She tries to push him away. She even tries to squirm her legs away from his grip. But he's so much stronger than her that it's practically pointless, and soon it all becomes moot. Marian has never understood how, but when someone - anyone - bites into her shoulder like that... after a few seconds the tension drains from her, the strength, and she goes boneless in his arms, the hand in his hair falling away limply. His reward is her keening softly, long and low and helpless.
It pisses her off. She's still angry, she still wants to shove him away and scream, but she can't. She's helpless to do anything but sink into his grip and let him fuck her, let him draw out faint whimpers and tiny little moans that barely pass her lips. All she can do is squirm under his hateful words, turning her face away as if she could hide from what he's doing to her.
But there's no hiding the soft whine that slips out, or the flush in her cheeks.
The way she moves is maddening. Yes she struggling, vaguely fighting but there is no real effort to it, no drive. It just buries his cock deeper into her, makes him throb. The fighting ebbs soon though, leaving her just holding onto him again, just. But his grip on her stays tight, holding her to him, and the bite becomes a series of kisses over that tender red mark.
But the way his cock pounds into her doesn't let up, fast and wicked into her cunt. It feels so good, just as before but all the more intense for the ruined whimpers and groans.
He can't keep this up much longer, not with the way his balls ache. The blush on her face drives him onwards, the trusts growing to an almost frenzied pace.
The pace picks up and so does her strength, weak and cold as she feels under the Silence. Her hands wind tight around his neck again - more for something to hold onto than out of any real tenderness - and cards fingers into his hair, gripping tight for anchor and just to make him ache. Every kiss over a tender bite mark stings, drawing another heartbreakingly soft whimper from her.
But it's his cock that drives her wild. The relentless pace soon has her writhing against him, clawing at his back, locking her legs behind his waist. Every time she opens her mouth it's to cry out her pleasure, but sound only comes out about half the time- and even then, what sound she can manage is faint and ruined. If she had her voice she'd be near to screaming right now, and she looks like it, but as it is she can only helplessly mewl like a kitten as he fucks her.
And there, that's it. The nails that score down his back, through the layers he's still wearing, sends a hot bolt through him. She loves this, wicked filthy thing that she is, she wants more.
His breath is harsh now in her ear, as he gets close.
"See why I have to keep you quiet? That door's wide open. Do you want your neighbours to hear? Do you want them thinking you'll fuck any man that comes to your door?"
He fucks into her again, harder this time, lets his grip shift to her ass, grabbing hold of her cheeks. It's a gorgeous ass, round and firm in his hands, and he can't help but squeeze as he pounds into her.
"Next time," He says, nipping at her ear, "Next time I'm going to have you from behind. Press that beautiful face into the wall. Make sure you can't make any noise at all when I fuck your ass."
His words send a surge of heat through her, and she has something to say about it, but once again when she opens her mouth all that comes out is the softest, faintest little whimper.
So she makes another achingly tiny sound and bucks against him as much as she can, tightening a hand painfully in his hair and shuddering at the thought of the wicked things he wants to do to her. She's getting close too, though perhaps not as close as he, and she seems aware of the effect she has on him when she leans in close to press a harsh, sucking, biting kiss to his throat and whine softly against his skin.
Now the harsh grip in his hair and the bite, that's what he expects from Marian Hawke. He likes the cowed, broken groans and the whimpers that tumble from her lips in lieu of groans and screams. But the bite especially makes fore burst into life through his veins, makes his cock and balls throb harder than before.
He should resist it, the waves that go through him as he bucks into her again. But why? Why should he hold back from taking what he wants? So he let's go, sinking in to her well-used cunt again and spilling inside her, hissing out a curse as he does so.
"Bad girl." He breathes, voice rough. "Should I even let you come?"
He doesn't stop though, his hips still rocking into her, the pace slower but still deep, at least for the moment.
Those last savage thrusts draw ruined whimpers from her, and more harsh kisses to his throat- but when he speaks, she draws back and looks at him- really looks. Her eyes are lidded with lust, cheeks flushed pink, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. He's still moving inside her and her lips part on a tiny, pitiful mewl of pleasure that doesn't at all reflect the screaming desire inside.
Her mouth works silently, frustrated as her hands work in his hair, gripping the back of his neck. Only one in three attempts actually has her making noise, and those soft and broken, but it's clear how emphatic she is on this. She needs to come.
She's a complete mess, and he didn't appreciate before how much of a turn on that is. Lips swollen and wet, flushed, her hair all over the place, sticking to her brow and her cheeks. The very fact she can't voice how much she wants her orgasm does terrible things to him, stirring him all over again, and he almost wants to pull out now, leave her wanting and desperate, but he can't be that cruel to her. Not when her fingers are knotted so tightly in his hair.
So he fucks into her again, with renewed vigour, his own hands grasping her ass again, nails biting into the round flesh.
"Come then." He grunts, "Show me how much you liked getting fucked with the whole of Hightown watching."
She gasps raggedly and clutches at him, one arm gripping around his shoulders so tight it has to hurt, but Hawke is so very far from caring about that. No, all she cares about is his cock inside her, the velvet voice snarling filth in her ear, the stubble rasping at her cheek and his strong hands on her. Maker, it feels so good- clinging like a limpet with one arm, she snakes the other hand between their bodies to touch herself, fingers making light quick circles around her clit. That last little burst of feeling pushes her over the edge: she arches her back and clamps her legs around him like a vise as she comes hard around his cock, making a shivering, mewling cry, ruined and pitiful, into his ear.
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He fucks into her as she devours him, the fingers in his hair making him buck harder. He wants to make her groan and whimper and shiver, to mewl hopelessly as he uses her.
And then she speaks. He thought the silence would last longer.
"Did I ask you to speak, slut? I don't have a use for your mouth right now."
This time the Silence is less powerful, there's no fear in it or panic. He sees it sap her voice away again and fucks into her harder, using the wetness of her cunt to push deeper into her. And then when he's all the,way in, as deep as he can be, the movements become lazy, rocking of his hips, letting her feel that stretch.
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The son of a bitch Silenced her again. Called her a slut then Silenced her.
Marian gapes in outrage for a moment, before the slow slide of Cullen's cock draws another soft whimper from her. It just pisses her off; that little noise didn't sound angry, or outraged, or strong. It was a delicate, weak, soft thing. So is the one that comes next, pulled out by is slow push and the intoxicating stretch inside her.
It feels incredible, and part of her wants nothing more than to enjoy it, but she's mostly furious. That he could insult her, violate her with that Silence for no good reason, then lazily fuck her like nothing was wrong makes her temper flaring. With a faint, frustrated grunt, she does the only thing she can: fists a hand in Cullen's hair and yanks with all her strength.
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It's only then he starts to move, cock throbbing as he picks up the pace, the thrusts deep into her, keeping his mouth on her shoulder, on her neck, leaving bright welts in his wake.
She feels so good, hot and tight around him, the noises small and broken. He,wants more of those noises, and despite how angry she might be with him, her legs are still tight around his hips and her cunt still wet.
"Don't pretend this isn't what you want, slut. You want to be fucked, you want to come with my cock in you like you did before. Of course you do. That's what you've wanted since I got here."
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It pisses her off. She's still angry, she still wants to shove him away and scream, but she can't. She's helpless to do anything but sink into his grip and let him fuck her, let him draw out faint whimpers and tiny little moans that barely pass her lips. All she can do is squirm under his hateful words, turning her face away as if she could hide from what he's doing to her.
But there's no hiding the soft whine that slips out, or the flush in her cheeks.
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But the way his cock pounds into her doesn't let up, fast and wicked into her cunt. It feels so good, just as before but all the more intense for the ruined whimpers and groans.
He can't keep this up much longer, not with the way his balls ache. The blush on her face drives him onwards, the trusts growing to an almost frenzied pace.
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But it's his cock that drives her wild. The relentless pace soon has her writhing against him, clawing at his back, locking her legs behind his waist. Every time she opens her mouth it's to cry out her pleasure, but sound only comes out about half the time- and even then, what sound she can manage is faint and ruined. If she had her voice she'd be near to screaming right now, and she looks like it, but as it is she can only helplessly mewl like a kitten as he fucks her.
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His breath is harsh now in her ear, as he gets close.
"See why I have to keep you quiet? That door's wide open. Do you want your neighbours to hear? Do you want them thinking you'll fuck any man that comes to your door?"
He fucks into her again, harder this time, lets his grip shift to her ass, grabbing hold of her cheeks. It's a gorgeous ass, round and firm in his hands, and he can't help but squeeze as he pounds into her.
"Next time," He says, nipping at her ear, "Next time I'm going to have you from behind. Press that beautiful face into the wall. Make sure you can't make any noise at all when I fuck your ass."
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So she makes another achingly tiny sound and bucks against him as much as she can, tightening a hand painfully in his hair and shuddering at the thought of the wicked things he wants to do to her. She's getting close too, though perhaps not as close as he, and she seems aware of the effect she has on him when she leans in close to press a harsh, sucking, biting kiss to his throat and whine softly against his skin.
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He should resist it, the waves that go through him as he bucks into her again. But why? Why should he hold back from taking what he wants? So he let's go, sinking in to her well-used cunt again and spilling inside her, hissing out a curse as he does so.
"Bad girl." He breathes, voice rough. "Should I even let you come?"
He doesn't stop though, his hips still rocking into her, the pace slower but still deep, at least for the moment.
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Her mouth works silently, frustrated as her hands work in his hair, gripping the back of his neck. Only one in three attempts actually has her making noise, and those soft and broken, but it's clear how emphatic she is on this. She needs to come.
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So he fucks into her again, with renewed vigour, his own hands grasping her ass again, nails biting into the round flesh.
"Come then." He grunts, "Show me how much you liked getting fucked with the whole of Hightown watching."
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