<span style="color: #FF0000">They parted ways, with a final kiss exchanged and Brad wondered what he had just done. The two of them should not have agreed to meet. He should not have kissed her, they should not be doing any of this and yet they were. Now he stood before the fountain, he paced silently, his eyes and ears on the look out for whomever would come. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wrong. So wrong. </span><br/><br/>If anyone caught them it would be the end of them. He would surely be hung or beheaded. Maria...well there were a number of things that could be done to her and none of them he wished to dwell on. Yet, will of that over their heads, with all that was at stake, they still planned this. He still waited for her before the fountain. <br/><br/>â€œJust one more night....we just need one more night together and then we can move on with our lives and not do this again,â€ he muttered softly to himself. While the words were spoken he was not sure he could have fully commit to that statement. Not when his body still burned from where they had embraced.</span><br/><br/>Nervous. Excited. It took everything in her to keep it together the rest of the day. When she was supposed to be listening to Ivor at dinner, her mind had been replaying each touch, each kiss, the way he'd moaned and said her name. And, after dinner, when Simprina was asking her about her walk, she had to be careful of what she said. The only saving grace to the entire encounter with Simprina was that her corset had been removed.<span style="font-style: italic">One less thing to fight with...</span>had been the immediate thought when the laces were being undone, only to mentally slap herself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You shouldn't be thinking like that! You shouldn't be doing this! Why are you doing this?!</span><br/><br/>The sudden barrage of mental berating started in, but she just as quickly ignored it. Why were they doing this? Why were they risking it all, when the stakes were so high?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Just this once...just this once, and I'll be able to leave it alone...</span><br/><br/>Even as she thought the words, she doubted it'd happen. Just the thought of his touch brought back the burning, the pleasure of it all, as though he were right there with her, as though his lips were right back on her own. A faint smile before glancing outside and noting the time. With a nod to herself, she got back out of bed, threw on one of the easiest dresses she could (one of the ones Ivor had given her as it required nothing extra), and a cloak atop. Hood flipped up, slipping herself into some of her more comfortable shoes, she padded quietly to her door, and peered out.<br/><br/>As she'd suspected, no one was about, nor were there any steps to be heard. Quickly, as silent as she could be, she hastened down the hall, a flight of stairs, and down another hallway until she reached the doors to the terrace, slipping outside without being seen. Then she practically ran free of the terrace, and through the gardens, the castle further and further away as the sound of the trickling water grew louder and louder. As she turned the corner, and saw his form in front of the fountain, her body stopped short, breath hitching for a moment as she just stood there, not truly believing he was there, and what they were about to do.<br/><br/>A few more steps, she was practically trembling with the bundle of nerves and excitement that she was, tongue already darting out over her lip as it was wont to do. â€œI got here as soon as I could...â€ she started, glancing back for just a moment. â€œI hope I didn't...didn't keep you waiting too long...â€<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The thought was brief, or was it more of a fear? Fear that she had changed her mind, that she had come to her senses and would not come to see him. What then? What would become of him? What would he do with himself if she refused him in such a way? He could not stay, that was certain. Even if he needed more time to heal, he would leave sooner. Get out of the kingdom and away from her. It was all that he could do. Get away from her and try to forget her. <br/><br/>Just as this fear nearly took completely control, she was there and he could not have stopped the smile even if he wanted to.<br/><br/>â€œYou are more than worth waiting for....â€ he whispered to her and held out his arms for her. When she entered he wasted no time in kissing her. It was too perfect how, their lips fit together. Again his tongue sought entrance, his hands indulged in exploring her body once more. He could already feel his need for her rising, his desire burning greater with each passing moment. When the kiss did finally end, it was just so that he could kiss and nibble on her neck.<br/><br/>â€œIs it wrong I dreamt of this? Of you?â€ he panted against her flesh.</span><br/><br/>That smile made her heart melt, pushed back any thoughts she may have had about how wrong it was that they were even contemplating doing this, let alone being so close to going through with it. As his arms were held to her, she quickly bridged the gap, practically running into them and kissing him as though they hadn't stopped from earlier that afternoon. Her arms wrapped about his neck, lips parting to welcome his tongue into her mouth to dance along it, heart threatening to beat out of her chest as the embrace lingered.<br/><br/>It wasn't a dream, it wasn't some memory. It was real, it was what she'd needed. And it was almost too good to be true.<br/><br/>Almost.<br/><br/>When the kiss broke, she was fairly panting, breathless, as his kisses moved elsewhere. Each one added a new burn, a new fire, and each nibble had her body alight as though a thousand pleasurable bolts of lightning moved through her. â€œNot if it isn't that I've been...dreaming of you, too...â€ she replied, her voice a heady whisper. â€œI've not been able to stop...thinking about you... Just thinking about what we've shared, and I swear I can...I can feel it anew...â€<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He groaned and kissed lower, until clothing began to get in the way. â€œI want to....savor the moment but....â€ He bent down to scoop her up and carry her over to one of the low walls. Though the sentence was not finished he hoped that she understood that even with them together so late, there was still chance that someone could discover them. This was not well planned, conceived in the moment of heated passion and desire. He wanted to make the most of their time, with what bit that they had, with knowing that he could not do all that he wanted. <br/><br/>He just hope she understood.<br/><br/>She was set onto one of the low walls, one the edge, so that he could step in between her legs and grind hard against her, while his lips captured her own once again. No time was wasted as his tongue lead her own in a hot dance, his hands at her waist to hold her firm against him. All that he wanted was to touch, taste and feel every inch of her. They might not have the time for for that, but he was going to try anyway.</span><br/><br/>He didn't have to finish the thought, because it was one she knew, one she'd had herself. No matter how late it was, there was always that chance. There was always the chance that someone would find them, see them from somewhere and it'd be all over. He'd be killed and she'd likely follow suit, after being made an example of. What they were doing was wrong in so many ways, but she needed it, at least in some capacity, even if not able to experience it to the fullest, to savor, like they had back in that inn.<br/><br/>There was no questioning, no hesitation. Her arms encircled him as he carried her to the wall, legs willingly parting as a moan escaped immediately at the feel of his hips between them. Tongue dancing with his own, she was feeling breathless again, head swimming with the delicious dizziness he often caused. And, as much as she could, her legs wrapped about him, though a combination of fabric and his own width made that a little difficult.<br/><br/>A problem she quickly remedied by pulling the dress up more, wanting to be as close to him as she could get, the kiss not breaking for even a moment while her hands went to work shifting the fabrics aside. Then they went back to his form, sliding over wherever she could reach, wanting to refamiliarize herself with each muscle, each contour, for what she was still trying to convince herself would be the last time.<br/><br/>It was only a shame that her â€œlast timeâ€ with him would be hot and heavy, and short-lived.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He groaned into the kiss, his hips worked harder and faster. Time...there was so little of it. Especially, with this to be the last time. It had to be the last time. Yet, even as he thought that, he broke the kiss to pull the front of her dress down and allow his mouth her flesh there. One nipple disappeared into his mouth, while the other was stimulated between his fingers. He nibbled on one, his tongue flicked over it again and again, leaving his fingers to roll and pinch the other.<br/><br/>The clothing needed to be gone, needed to be out of the way, but he was reluctant to break the contact to remove anything.</span><br/><br/>There was so much going on, so much to focus on, she felt overwhelmed trying to take it all in. His hips were working harder and faster, kissing her deeply as she kissed him back just as passionately, hands groping and holding and pulling at him.<br/><br/>But when he dropped lower and went for her chest...she cried out. It was too much. His mouth hot on one while his fingers worked the other over, she felt like she was going to burst out of her skin at any moment. One hand had to steady herself on the wall while the other held the back of his head, warring with keeping him there, or tearing him away to go elsewhere. She wanted too many things at once, wanted to feel too many different things and there wasn't enough time to do all of it.<br/><br/>â€œBrÃ¡dach...â€ she moaned aloud, fingers gripping his hair tightly while the other hand continued to brace.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The moaning of his name made him hump lightly against her, there was too much that he wanted to do but certainly not enough time. While his mouth switched to the other nipple, his free hand trailed down to her dress. Further he pushed it up, until his hand could slip beneath the material and grasp at the next layer that covered what he wanted. This action forced him to stop his grinding, but he did it regardless. Once his fingers had a firm grasp, he hesitated but a moment before he ripped her underwear away. <br/><br/>â€œMaria,â€ he moaned, then suckled her nipple harder, while a single finger checked to see how ready she was for him.</span><br/><br/>The humping, however light it was, had her body on fire, the ache growing with each beat of her heart, with each moment their hips met. Another loud groan left her lips as his mouth switched nipples, the anticipation getting almost too much to bear as she felt his hand trailing lower, feeling it slip beneath her dress and over that final layer, his actions ceasing. She all but held her breath as he hesitated, and then gasped as her undergarments ripped free.<br/><br/>That gasp, though, turned into deep moan as his finger slipped in, her whole body trembling and shaking. Her grip on him tightening in a combination of needing to be closer, and needing to keep herself up, she tried to yank him back to her lips, needing more kisses right then and there. Otherwise...she was afraid she might moan a little too loudly. At least with kisses, she'd be too breathless to manage it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">His teeth nibbled at her nipple, his finger worked in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Given they had only done it once, and it had been her first time, she was still so tight. Already he could feel himself aching to be deep inside of her once again. To plunge himself into her as deep as he could go and then lose himself in the pleasure of her. <br/><br/>When she pulled his mouth away he was more than happy to obliged her with a kiss. A kiss that stole what bit of air he had left, though he cared not, a kiss that he poured every ounce of his being into. Without another thought, he shifted his hand slightly so that his thumb could rub against her clit, in time to the thrusting of his fingers. He just had to make sure she was ready, before they went any further.</span><br/><br/>That kiss alone could have had her cumming if he'd kept at it, long enough. The way he poured himself into it, the way he stole her breath, the way he<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>to kiss her...It was intoxicating, and left her hungering for more. Her body jumped as his thumb touched her clit, almost trying to urge him away, feeling too sensitive from the build up, but warring herself as she didn't want the touch to stop.<br/><br/>And when that next finger went in, she gasped again, tightening around him for a moment before she seemingly melted. But, the longer he lingered, even if he was making sure she was ready...she wasn't sure she really could be, not completely. Not in the amount of time that they had. Kissing him in a passionate, almost desperate sort of way, she moaned against his lips. â€œPlease, BrÃ¡d...â€ Maria spoke into the kiss, barely able to get it out amid her pants.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">There is was again. That pleading for him. The kiss was broken, his fingers brought to his lips so that he could lick them clean. <br/><br/>Then while he held her gaze he freed himself, pulled her a bit closer to the edge and positioned himself at her entrance. While he held her gaze, he pushed slowly into her. Truly, there were no words that could begin to express the sensation as he pushed into her. How she was so tight and squeezed him so completely. Vaguely he heard himself groan and moan loudly, â€œMaria...â€ her name said with desire and passion. Slowly he continued to push into her, until he was completely inside of her.</span><br/><br/>There was a whimper as the kiss was broken, a whimper that only grew louder as he licked his fingers clean, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip while she watched. And, despite wanting to look down to watch what he was doing, she held his gaze, her eyes half-lidded, breath scarce, forcing her eyes to remain locked on his as his gaze bore into her, heart jumping as well as chest when she felt the heat of him touch down...<br/><br/>And then everything else vanished. It was only them in this embrace, the length of him pushing its entirety inside of her while her grip tightened and her head dropped forward onto his shoulder, biting it to stifle herself as it continued. Only when he was buried deep, did her ankles lock behind him and she pulled back to give a sort of shaky smile, eyes then dropping to his lips before stealing them once more in a heated kiss.<br/><br/>Yes, there was a part of her that hurt, the stretching to accommodating her feeling tighter than she remembered, but it was overshadowed by everything else. Because this was what she wanted. This was what she needed.<span style="font-style: italic">He</span>was what she needed. And, to be with him in this way, even if it was supposed to be her last time...There were no words to describe it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The bite on his shoulder made him groan in pleasure, the pain spiking in a sweet and satisfying manner, as he silently wished for more. Wished for her nails to claw down his back, for her to bite him harder, take from him what she wanted. A mutual expression of claiming, taking possession of one another. <br/><br/>Even if they could never truly have one another...<br/><br/>The kiss was more than welcomed, as before he poured into the kiss his desire for her....his need for her. With what room he had he pulled out slowly then thrusted back in with just a bit more force. Slow out then hard back in, his hands on her hips to steady her in place. The kiss was better in more ways than one as his moans and groans were stifled against her lips.</span><br/><br/>She didn't want to overstep her bounds, to cause him more pain. He'd taken arrows to the back, he'd been stabbed. He shouldn't even be doing this and yet... Had he been, then maybe she'd have thought to claw him, to bite him, to claim him in the manner he'd silently wished for. As it stood, she was afraid she'd still hurt him, that she'd move wrong and tear something of his opened, regardless of how healed it was.<br/><br/>So, rather than focus on the things she would have done, she focused on what she was doing, which was kissing him. That kiss stole what little breath she had left, lips occasionally pausing as she got too overwhelmed to think about kissing and what he was doing. That thrust left her moaning, her arms gripping tightly about him as she struggled with the urge to claw at him, to drag her nails down his back in the manner she'd often dreamed about.<br/><br/>And, with each thrust, her mind was becoming more and more clouded, and less and less inclined to think about what she should and shouldn't be doing, and about which wounds were where... Grip loosening only so that she could shift a touch, on one such thrust, her nails dug in and she moaned aloud again, nails dragging a bit, the back of her mind praying she didn't hit anything, and the front of her mind not really caring...and almost hoping she left a mark.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">It was almost too much even for him, the sensation as she squeezed him with each thrust. Her moaning, the kissing and then....her nails.<br/><br/>Brad could feel just a bit of blood as it trickled down his back, or at least he thought it blood, could have been sweat. Regardless, he loved it. Wanted more. Wanted her to mark him, to leave a lasting impression on his body. A token for him to remember later when they....when he....she...<br/><br/>He growled and bit at her shoulder, wanting to forget that thought. Forget that he would not be able to do this ever again. This was their moment, their final moment together. It had to be....right?<br/><br/>â€œTonight...â€ he panted against her neck as he picked up speed just a bit, â€œYou....are....mine!â€ he groaned and gripped her tighter, his hips moving faster, the thursting still hard. The goal now was to feel her cum, to feel her body convulse in pleasure around him. Hear her moan his name. <br/><br/>To claim her for his....if only for just tonight.</span><br/><br/>She cried out as he bit her shoulder, head dropping back as the trembling increased, as her nails dug harder and dragged down the length of him, her mind so far gone she couldn't even properly moan out his name. It came out as purely carnal, heady, loud. His words had her nodding, nodding emphatically as she fought through the fog to understand what he was saying.<span style="font-style: italic">His! All his!</span>Maria thought as she nearly shouted, â€œYours!â€ in response.<br/><br/>The way he gripped her, handled her, moving in and out faster and faster, hard, she could feel the beginnings of those telltale tingles, could feel herself tightening around him. She could feel it building, almost as fast as his thrusts had, the thought of being his only spurning it on, everything about that sentiment calling to her, screaming at her. She wanted to be his, not Ivor's. She wanted to find out how it would be with BrÃ¡dach.<br/><br/>But, before she could really think on it, she tumbled over that edge, her nails digging deeper as her body convulsed, spasmed, as her toes curled and his name spilled free of her lips followed by a heated, â€œYours! BrÃ¡dach, I'm yours!â€ amid the moaning, the panting, her head dropping to his shoulder to bite him again, to try and stifle the sound.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Everything he wanted. Everything that he needed he got. His name on her lips, her proclaiming she was his and the sensation as she came. It was everything he had dreamed about. Another few hard thrusts, to prolong her orgasm, before he himself fell into that delicious abyss. Spasm after wondrous, he felt himself empty into her, fill her with his essence...claimed her as his. <br/><br/>When he finally felt himself spent, when every single drop of him was in her, he sagged lightly against her. His lips peppered her shoulder with kiss after kiss. Arms encircled about her and held her close to him. Already his mind began to think about the next time, how it could be better next time and how they would have more time. It was a joke to think he would stop this, to think this would be the only time. Even though he would love to be with her in public and the thought of her with Ivor, made him sick to his stomach, Brad was prepared to have her in whatever way her could. <br/><br/>â€œMaria....â€ he whispered her name with care, tenderness and affection. She was his. Just no one else knew about it.....yet.</span>