A Little White Lie: Part 12
Title: A Little White Lie - part 12/?
Author: signcherie
Rating: M, NSFW
Pairing: Anders/f!Hawke
Spoilers: Middle of Act 2, Anders romance
Warning: NSFW, graphic sex
Summary: Hawke is awkward with men. To get her to loosen up around Anders, Bethany and Isabela tell her that the apostate is only romantically interested...in other men.
Thanks to aphreal42 for being the most fabulous beta/critique partner ever.
crossposting to knickerweasels
Previous chapters here.
Their second kiss was nothing like their first.
The first kiss had been explosive, all fire and heat and uncontained passion. Anders had attacked her with three years worth of pent-up desire. This time, Anders meant to do things right. He cupped her cheek in his hand, letting out a wisp of healing energy, just enough to send a pleasant warmth into her body.
When he lowered his head to hers, it was tentative. His lips moved with hers slowly, gently.
There was no less heat in this kiss, but instead of a raging inferno, this was a slow burn. It started deep in the pit of Anders’s stomach and spread throughout his body. He was aware of every little movement she made, every soft gasp and gentle sigh.
Anders fought the urge to gather her up in his arms right then and there. There would be time. There would be time. He intended to make this last.
Autumn shivered under the caress of his lips, testing his control. He pulled back, just enough to look at her heartbreakingly lovely face. She opened her eyes and watched him with a heavy-lidded gaze that did nothing to hide her desire.
Anders silently thanked the Maker for this blessing.
Autumn slipped her fingers through his and stepped back, leading him to the bed. Wordlessly, Anders followed.
-----
Hawke hoped that Anders didn’t notice the way her hand was shaking as she drew him towards the bed. She lay down, pulling Anders into her embrace.
With a moan, Anders found her lips again.
Hawke let herself be swept into the kiss. Her hand reached up to touch his shoulder, pulling him closer. Her fingers ran along the feathers of his pauldron.
He was wearing a lot of clothing. Certainly more than she was. That was hardly fair.
Autumn’s fingers moved to the clasps at the front of his coat. They grasped at the brass rings there, fumbling, as she tried to figure out how to open them without breaking the kiss.
After a few minutes of that, Anders chuckled against her mouth and pulled back. “Here,” he whispered. “I’ll show you.” He sat up so that she could see what he was doing and unclasped one of the fastenings holding his coat closed.
Autumn bemoaned the sudden loss of contact but decided it was an acceptable sacrifice for getting Anders naked. Once she saw how it was done, she reached out, pushing his hands out of the way, and unfastened the rest of the buckles, earning her another soft chuckle.
“Why do you have to wear something with so many clasps, anyway?” Hawke grumbled. “Are you trying to lock me out?”
“You don’t like my coat?” Anders raised his eyebrows. “It has feathers. It’s soft. If you wanted to rest your head on my shoulder, it would be very comfortable.”
Autumn unhooked the last of his clasps and pulled it open, sliding a hand underneath his shirt.
Anders inhaled sharply at the contact.
“I’d much rather touch your skin than your feathers,” Hawke said.
She didn’t know how she’d gotten so brazen. Isabela would probably approve, she thought absentmindedly.
Anders quickly shrugged out of his coat, letting it fall with a whump on the floor. Hawke tugged on his shirt, and together they got it off over his head.
Autumn stopped and sat back, drinking in the sight before her.
Anders reached for the laces on his breeches. When he realized Hawke was unmoving, he stopped too, watching her with something like trepidation in his amber eyes.
He was...beautiful. The very little she’d seen of him in the bath the night before did nothing to prepare her. His lean, sinewy muscle must be a result of all that staff twirling, she thought, and then blushed when the innuendo occurred to her. She took in everything, from the soft curl of blond chest hair to the unexpected smoothness of his skin, and then reached out to trace a large scar just underneath his heart.
“What kind of healer leaves a scar?” she asked. She meant to sound teasing, but her voice was unintentionally husky.
“The kind that’s not me,” Anders replied with a smile. “Sadly, I was unconscious for that one. Someone else had to heal me.”
Hawke noted the hint of nervousness in his tone and put two and two together. “Raven Surana?” she guessed.
Anders’s smile faltered, and he nodded once.
“You really cared about her, didn’t you?” She couldn’t really get over the idea that he’d fallen for women before. It was strange, but despite the jealousy that flared in her belly, she needed confirmation that this was real, that there had been others, and he wasn’t just making it up for her. Irrational, but there it was.
Anders looked down. “It wasn’t like that,” he said. “She never looked at me that way. And I always knew it.”
“But you wanted her to.”
He shrugged helplessly. “Only because I didn’t know you.”
Hawke let her hand rest on the scar. Her other hand took his and drew it to her lips. She laid a kiss on his palm.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not jealous. Well-maybe a little jealous, but it’s okay.”
Anders looked at her in surprise, but before he could say anything, she leaned forward and kissed him again.
Their kiss became passionate very quickly. Hawke put both hands on his body and ran them up his chest, memorizing the way he felt under her touch, his chest hair curling under her fingers. Anders moaned and deepened the kiss, pulling her closer against him.
She definitely needed him naked, and the sooner the better.
Hawke managed to disentangle one arm from their embrace and reached down for the laces on his pants. Thankfully, there was nothing complicated about this piece of clothing, and one quick tug had them untied.
“So...impatient...” Anders murmured between kisses.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a while,” Hawke told him.
Still, she hesitated, while Anders’s kisses drifted to her jawline and his hands rubbed her back. What if she touched him, and he didn’t like it? What if she did something wrong?
There’s not a wrong way to do it, she remembered, and gathered her courage.
Her hand slipped inside his breeches and found his cock straining against his smalls.
Anders made a sharp noise and buried his face against Hawke’s neck. “Maker...Autumn...”
She did her best to stroke him through the cotton barrier. Anders tried unsuccessfully to stifle another moan, then nipped at her neck.
“That’s it,” he said. “These are coming off.”
He fumbled with his breeches, trying to get them off while still laying kisses on Autumn’s neck. Hawke tried to help, but she had the distinct feeling that she was only making things more difficult.
Finally, Anders kicked both pants and smalls off onto the floor and tried to pull Autumn back down onto the bed.
“Wait...wait...”
Anders pulled back, looking anxious.
Hawke had been waiting three years to see this. She tried not to look as if she were ogling, but she had the feeling she failed miserably. She took in the sight of Anders, naked on her bed, and shivered.
Her eyes settled on Anders’s hard length, and she instinctively licked her lips.
Anders groaned. “Maker have mercy,” he muttered. “Autumn-”
She kissed him again, and he took over the kiss immediately. This time, she let him pull her down.
He was touching her everywhere, and she couldn’t catch her breath. His lips assailed hers again and again. One hand cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress. His thumb rubbed against her nipple, drawing a moan from her lips. His other hand massaged her thigh, then trailed upward, under her skirt.
He touched her sex, then pulled back with a cry as if he’d been burned.
Autumn looked at him dizzily, her vision hazy from lust. “What-”
“You’re not wearing smalls,” he accused.
She frowned. “I didn’t think they were a necessity.”
“You could have warned me!”
“That...would have defeated the purpose, don’t you think?”
“Right,” he growled. “That’s it.”
Her belt was off before she even realized he had touched it. Anders pulled the dress up, and with a little helpful squirming from her, he had it off in seconds, throwing it to the side.
She lay naked beneath him.
Anders let out a shaky breath.
It was uncomfortable under Anders’s intense gaze, but considering the way she’d stared at him, she supposed it was only fair. His eyes slid down her body, darkening as they did so.
Hawke bit her lip and looked away nervously. She knew she was more muscular than most women, but she thought she was still attractive. Isabela said she had all the right curves....
“Hawke,” Anders said. “Autumn.”
Reluctantly, she looked back at him. There was some strong emotion in his gaze that she couldn’t name.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he whispered.
Autumn exhaled.
Still holding himself up so that he could see her, Anders began to touch her. His hands trailed everywhere, over her stomach, across her breasts, along the curve of her hips. The contact was light, but electrifying. She felt as if Anders were everywhere.
Perhaps the most erotic thing of all was the look of barely controlled passion in his eyes as he watched her body squirm.
Hawke reached up and tugged him down on top of her, capturing his mouth. He relented with a sigh but did not stop what he was doing. One hand slid down from her belly to press against her sex.
She gasped into his mouth and pressed her hips against him.
His fingers found her center. They moved skillfully, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. His lips broke away from hers and moved lower, grazing her neck.
She found herself thrusting against his hand.
She’d never experienced anything like this. Her previous episodes with Lothering farm boys, with their impatient, fumbling hands, had not prepared her. This was so much better than that, so much better than even her own fingers.
Anders rubbed her pearl furiously. Her hands clutched at his chest, trying to pull him even closer.
Her legs began to tremble. She wasn’t going to last long at all.
Just as she was ready to explode, Anders pulled his hand away.
“Anders!” Hawke gasped. “What...?”
Anders pressed his lips against her collarbone. “It’s too soon,” he murmured. “Too fast. I don’t want this to be over yet.”
“It’s not too fast!” Hawke scrabbled at his arms in desperation. “I’ve been waiting three years!”
Anders chuckled, but did nothing to relieve her tension. Instead, he trailed kisses slowly lower, down her neck, his lips soft and teasing against her skin. His mouth glided down to her breast.
He cupped her breast, circling her areola with his tongue before sucking the whole thing into his mouth with a moan. His hand teased at her other peak, drawing a shudder from her body.
Hawke’s hips ground helplessly against him, but he ignored them, moving his mouth to the other breast. He was less gentle now, sucking hard at her nipple and nibbling it lightly with his teeth, causing Autumn to writhe and cry out.
He stopped abruptly, his face creased with the effort of restraint, his breathing heavy.
“Anders,” Hawke breathed, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Please.”
It occurred to her that she ought to take advantage of his distraction to regain control. With her hands in his hair, she could pull him back up until his shaft was pressed against her core. She could claim his lips again, reaching down with one hand to guide him inside her....
But the moment passed, and she did nothing, paralyzed by his attentions.
Anders continued his descent. His tongue slid languidly down her stomach, pausing to dip into her navel. She would not have thought that could be erotic, but when his tongue flickered there lightly, she drew in a breath. He continued lower, lower, hesitating between her legs.
“Anders...”
He licked her, a long, slow swipe of his tongue. Autumn’s hips bucked in sheer pleasure.
“Please...”
But Anders refused to hurry, subjecting her to one slow stroke after another. Autumn struggled against him, trying vainly to get him to speed up. He seemed not to notice, continuing to lap leisurely at her nub as her body trembled helplessly beneath him.
Even against this slow torture, she couldn’t hold out. Autumn felt her release building. Her fingers tightened in his hair. She could feel the pleasure pulsing throughout her entire being, until even her toes were tingling. Her body tensed and tightened...
Anders turned his head to the side, laying a kiss on her thigh.
“No!” Hawke gasped. “Anders!”
He nuzzled her leg lightly.
Hawke tugged on his hair, forcing him to look up at her.
“Why?” she demanded
He nibbled at her inner thigh. His eyes flickered up to hers, and he murmured against her skin, “I’m not ready for this to be over.”
She might have hit him right then if not for the look in his eyes. It was...vulnerable.
She realized in that moment that he was just as uncertain as she was. Just as scared of what was between them...and what it would mean.
Her heart melted.
“Listen to me,” she said insistently. “Listen to me. Nothing is over. This is just the beginning.”
Anders’s eyes met hers, and understanding flashed between them. Understanding of how...momentous this was, and special, and just....right.
Anders exhaled, and his body slumped. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
She tried to sit up so she could kiss him, and Anders met her halfway, colliding in a kiss that was all lips and tongues and passion. Hawke could taste herself on him and found it surprisingly sexy.
Autumn attempted to pull him back down on top of her. She was ready. She wanted him inside of her and she wanted it now.
But Anders resisted.
“Anders...” This time it was a warning. Hawke didn’t have much patience left.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Anders murmured. “I have something else in mind.”
He lowered his head once again between her thighs.
This time there was no teasing. He attacked her center with all the suppressed passion of the last three years. His tongue danced feverishly across her pearl.
Hawke’s back arched, hips lifting off the bed. Her hands clutched frantically at the sheets. A bone-tingling pleasure swept over her, starting at her center and spreading out through her limbs, until there was nothing but Anders and the delicious feel of his tongue against her exploding nerves.
With a moan, Anders sucked her nub into his mouth and flicked the tip with his tongue.
Hawke shattered into a million pieces.
Author: signcherie
Rating: M, NSFW
Pairing: Anders/f!Hawke
Spoilers: Middle of Act 2, Anders romance
Warning: NSFW, graphic sex
Summary: Hawke is awkward with men. To get her to loosen up around Anders, Bethany and Isabela tell her that the apostate is only romantically interested...in other men.
Thanks to aphreal42 for being the most fabulous beta/critique partner ever.
crossposting to knickerweasels
Previous chapters here.
Their second kiss was nothing like their first.
The first kiss had been explosive, all fire and heat and uncontained passion. Anders had attacked her with three years worth of pent-up desire. This time, Anders meant to do things right. He cupped her cheek in his hand, letting out a wisp of healing energy, just enough to send a pleasant warmth into her body.
When he lowered his head to hers, it was tentative. His lips moved with hers slowly, gently.
There was no less heat in this kiss, but instead of a raging inferno, this was a slow burn. It started deep in the pit of Anders’s stomach and spread throughout his body. He was aware of every little movement she made, every soft gasp and gentle sigh.
Anders fought the urge to gather her up in his arms right then and there. There would be time. There would be time. He intended to make this last.
Autumn shivered under the caress of his lips, testing his control. He pulled back, just enough to look at her heartbreakingly lovely face. She opened her eyes and watched him with a heavy-lidded gaze that did nothing to hide her desire.
Anders silently thanked the Maker for this blessing.
Autumn slipped her fingers through his and stepped back, leading him to the bed. Wordlessly, Anders followed.
-----
Hawke hoped that Anders didn’t notice the way her hand was shaking as she drew him towards the bed. She lay down, pulling Anders into her embrace.
With a moan, Anders found her lips again.
Hawke let herself be swept into the kiss. Her hand reached up to touch his shoulder, pulling him closer. Her fingers ran along the feathers of his pauldron.
He was wearing a lot of clothing. Certainly more than she was. That was hardly fair.
Autumn’s fingers moved to the clasps at the front of his coat. They grasped at the brass rings there, fumbling, as she tried to figure out how to open them without breaking the kiss.
After a few minutes of that, Anders chuckled against her mouth and pulled back. “Here,” he whispered. “I’ll show you.” He sat up so that she could see what he was doing and unclasped one of the fastenings holding his coat closed.
Autumn bemoaned the sudden loss of contact but decided it was an acceptable sacrifice for getting Anders naked. Once she saw how it was done, she reached out, pushing his hands out of the way, and unfastened the rest of the buckles, earning her another soft chuckle.
“Why do you have to wear something with so many clasps, anyway?” Hawke grumbled. “Are you trying to lock me out?”
“You don’t like my coat?” Anders raised his eyebrows. “It has feathers. It’s soft. If you wanted to rest your head on my shoulder, it would be very comfortable.”
Autumn unhooked the last of his clasps and pulled it open, sliding a hand underneath his shirt.
Anders inhaled sharply at the contact.
“I’d much rather touch your skin than your feathers,” Hawke said.
She didn’t know how she’d gotten so brazen. Isabela would probably approve, she thought absentmindedly.
Anders quickly shrugged out of his coat, letting it fall with a whump on the floor. Hawke tugged on his shirt, and together they got it off over his head.
Autumn stopped and sat back, drinking in the sight before her.
Anders reached for the laces on his breeches. When he realized Hawke was unmoving, he stopped too, watching her with something like trepidation in his amber eyes.
He was...beautiful. The very little she’d seen of him in the bath the night before did nothing to prepare her. His lean, sinewy muscle must be a result of all that staff twirling, she thought, and then blushed when the innuendo occurred to her. She took in everything, from the soft curl of blond chest hair to the unexpected smoothness of his skin, and then reached out to trace a large scar just underneath his heart.
“What kind of healer leaves a scar?” she asked. She meant to sound teasing, but her voice was unintentionally husky.
“The kind that’s not me,” Anders replied with a smile. “Sadly, I was unconscious for that one. Someone else had to heal me.”
Hawke noted the hint of nervousness in his tone and put two and two together. “Raven Surana?” she guessed.
Anders’s smile faltered, and he nodded once.
“You really cared about her, didn’t you?” She couldn’t really get over the idea that he’d fallen for women before. It was strange, but despite the jealousy that flared in her belly, she needed confirmation that this was real, that there had been others, and he wasn’t just making it up for her. Irrational, but there it was.
Anders looked down. “It wasn’t like that,” he said. “She never looked at me that way. And I always knew it.”
“But you wanted her to.”
He shrugged helplessly. “Only because I didn’t know you.”
Hawke let her hand rest on the scar. Her other hand took his and drew it to her lips. She laid a kiss on his palm.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not jealous. Well-maybe a little jealous, but it’s okay.”
Anders looked at her in surprise, but before he could say anything, she leaned forward and kissed him again.
Their kiss became passionate very quickly. Hawke put both hands on his body and ran them up his chest, memorizing the way he felt under her touch, his chest hair curling under her fingers. Anders moaned and deepened the kiss, pulling her closer against him.
She definitely needed him naked, and the sooner the better.
Hawke managed to disentangle one arm from their embrace and reached down for the laces on his pants. Thankfully, there was nothing complicated about this piece of clothing, and one quick tug had them untied.
“So...impatient...” Anders murmured between kisses.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a while,” Hawke told him.
Still, she hesitated, while Anders’s kisses drifted to her jawline and his hands rubbed her back. What if she touched him, and he didn’t like it? What if she did something wrong?
There’s not a wrong way to do it, she remembered, and gathered her courage.
Her hand slipped inside his breeches and found his cock straining against his smalls.
Anders made a sharp noise and buried his face against Hawke’s neck. “Maker...Autumn...”
She did her best to stroke him through the cotton barrier. Anders tried unsuccessfully to stifle another moan, then nipped at her neck.
“That’s it,” he said. “These are coming off.”
He fumbled with his breeches, trying to get them off while still laying kisses on Autumn’s neck. Hawke tried to help, but she had the distinct feeling that she was only making things more difficult.
Finally, Anders kicked both pants and smalls off onto the floor and tried to pull Autumn back down onto the bed.
“Wait...wait...”
Anders pulled back, looking anxious.
Hawke had been waiting three years to see this. She tried not to look as if she were ogling, but she had the feeling she failed miserably. She took in the sight of Anders, naked on her bed, and shivered.
Her eyes settled on Anders’s hard length, and she instinctively licked her lips.
Anders groaned. “Maker have mercy,” he muttered. “Autumn-”
She kissed him again, and he took over the kiss immediately. This time, she let him pull her down.
He was touching her everywhere, and she couldn’t catch her breath. His lips assailed hers again and again. One hand cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress. His thumb rubbed against her nipple, drawing a moan from her lips. His other hand massaged her thigh, then trailed upward, under her skirt.
He touched her sex, then pulled back with a cry as if he’d been burned.
Autumn looked at him dizzily, her vision hazy from lust. “What-”
“You’re not wearing smalls,” he accused.
She frowned. “I didn’t think they were a necessity.”
“You could have warned me!”
“That...would have defeated the purpose, don’t you think?”
“Right,” he growled. “That’s it.”
Her belt was off before she even realized he had touched it. Anders pulled the dress up, and with a little helpful squirming from her, he had it off in seconds, throwing it to the side.
She lay naked beneath him.
Anders let out a shaky breath.
It was uncomfortable under Anders’s intense gaze, but considering the way she’d stared at him, she supposed it was only fair. His eyes slid down her body, darkening as they did so.
Hawke bit her lip and looked away nervously. She knew she was more muscular than most women, but she thought she was still attractive. Isabela said she had all the right curves....
“Hawke,” Anders said. “Autumn.”
Reluctantly, she looked back at him. There was some strong emotion in his gaze that she couldn’t name.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he whispered.
Autumn exhaled.
Still holding himself up so that he could see her, Anders began to touch her. His hands trailed everywhere, over her stomach, across her breasts, along the curve of her hips. The contact was light, but electrifying. She felt as if Anders were everywhere.
Perhaps the most erotic thing of all was the look of barely controlled passion in his eyes as he watched her body squirm.
Hawke reached up and tugged him down on top of her, capturing his mouth. He relented with a sigh but did not stop what he was doing. One hand slid down from her belly to press against her sex.
She gasped into his mouth and pressed her hips against him.
His fingers found her center. They moved skillfully, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. His lips broke away from hers and moved lower, grazing her neck.
She found herself thrusting against his hand.
She’d never experienced anything like this. Her previous episodes with Lothering farm boys, with their impatient, fumbling hands, had not prepared her. This was so much better than that, so much better than even her own fingers.
Anders rubbed her pearl furiously. Her hands clutched at his chest, trying to pull him even closer.
Her legs began to tremble. She wasn’t going to last long at all.
Just as she was ready to explode, Anders pulled his hand away.
“Anders!” Hawke gasped. “What...?”
Anders pressed his lips against her collarbone. “It’s too soon,” he murmured. “Too fast. I don’t want this to be over yet.”
“It’s not too fast!” Hawke scrabbled at his arms in desperation. “I’ve been waiting three years!”
Anders chuckled, but did nothing to relieve her tension. Instead, he trailed kisses slowly lower, down her neck, his lips soft and teasing against her skin. His mouth glided down to her breast.
He cupped her breast, circling her areola with his tongue before sucking the whole thing into his mouth with a moan. His hand teased at her other peak, drawing a shudder from her body.
Hawke’s hips ground helplessly against him, but he ignored them, moving his mouth to the other breast. He was less gentle now, sucking hard at her nipple and nibbling it lightly with his teeth, causing Autumn to writhe and cry out.
He stopped abruptly, his face creased with the effort of restraint, his breathing heavy.
“Anders,” Hawke breathed, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Please.”
It occurred to her that she ought to take advantage of his distraction to regain control. With her hands in his hair, she could pull him back up until his shaft was pressed against her core. She could claim his lips again, reaching down with one hand to guide him inside her....
But the moment passed, and she did nothing, paralyzed by his attentions.
Anders continued his descent. His tongue slid languidly down her stomach, pausing to dip into her navel. She would not have thought that could be erotic, but when his tongue flickered there lightly, she drew in a breath. He continued lower, lower, hesitating between her legs.
“Anders...”
He licked her, a long, slow swipe of his tongue. Autumn’s hips bucked in sheer pleasure.
“Please...”
But Anders refused to hurry, subjecting her to one slow stroke after another. Autumn struggled against him, trying vainly to get him to speed up. He seemed not to notice, continuing to lap leisurely at her nub as her body trembled helplessly beneath him.
Even against this slow torture, she couldn’t hold out. Autumn felt her release building. Her fingers tightened in his hair. She could feel the pleasure pulsing throughout her entire being, until even her toes were tingling. Her body tensed and tightened...
Anders turned his head to the side, laying a kiss on her thigh.
“No!” Hawke gasped. “Anders!”
He nuzzled her leg lightly.
Hawke tugged on his hair, forcing him to look up at her.
“Why?” she demanded
He nibbled at her inner thigh. His eyes flickered up to hers, and he murmured against her skin, “I’m not ready for this to be over.”
She might have hit him right then if not for the look in his eyes. It was...vulnerable.
She realized in that moment that he was just as uncertain as she was. Just as scared of what was between them...and what it would mean.
Her heart melted.
“Listen to me,” she said insistently. “Listen to me. Nothing is over. This is just the beginning.”
Anders’s eyes met hers, and understanding flashed between them. Understanding of how...momentous this was, and special, and just....right.
Anders exhaled, and his body slumped. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
She tried to sit up so she could kiss him, and Anders met her halfway, colliding in a kiss that was all lips and tongues and passion. Hawke could taste herself on him and found it surprisingly sexy.
Autumn attempted to pull him back down on top of her. She was ready. She wanted him inside of her and she wanted it now.
But Anders resisted.
“Anders...” This time it was a warning. Hawke didn’t have much patience left.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Anders murmured. “I have something else in mind.”
He lowered his head once again between her thighs.
This time there was no teasing. He attacked her center with all the suppressed passion of the last three years. His tongue danced feverishly across her pearl.
Hawke’s back arched, hips lifting off the bed. Her hands clutched frantically at the sheets. A bone-tingling pleasure swept over her, starting at her center and spreading out through her limbs, until there was nothing but Anders and the delicious feel of his tongue against her exploding nerves.
With a moan, Anders sucked her nub into his mouth and flicked the tip with his tongue.
Hawke shattered into a million pieces.