Yes, he will have her then and there

Jon shifted above the silks once more, his gaze sliding to Della where she stood dutiful at the door, her armoured form a steadfast outline in the firelight, modest face still flushed crimson from watching the night's unravelling, eyes fixed on him with that quiet, unyielding hunger.

Resentment flickered in his chest—her earlier deference to Lady Stark, the way she'd carried messages like a faithful hound, a willing accomplice to the poison in them—stirring something sharp and unforgiving.

Della," he commanded, the words rumbling low from his chest like distant thunder, laced with an edge that brooked no refusal. "Come here."

She obeyed without a flicker of hesitation, her boots scraping softly against the flagstones in deliberate strides that carried her across the chamber's gloom. The faint jangle of her chainmail links echoed in the hush, each step drawing her nearer until she halted at the bed's carved edge, her chest rising and falling in quicker rhythms, the firelight glinting off the sweat beading at her temples as her gaze locked on his, pupils widening like ink spilling across storm clouds.

Jon felt the power surge through him, a hot rush building in his chest like flames licking dry tinder, words shaping on his tongue with the weight of iron.

"You are not in your armour at the moment," he said, and the air hummed with a faint vibration, the steel plates on her shoulders creaking as buckles popped open one by one, metal edges curling back like wilting leaves.

Chainmail links unravelled in whispering cascades, slithering down her arms and torso in silvery streams that pooled at her feet with soft clinks, while leather straps loosened and twisted free, snaking away like shed skins until nothing remained but her bare form in the hearth's ruddy glow—firm breasts rising with each quickened breath, dark nipples tightening under the warm light, hips flaring wide above strong thighs that shifted slightly, skin blooming with a flush that spread from her neck downward, ready and waiting in the flickering shadows.

To her credit Della only gasped once, eyes widening, but before surprise could settle, Jon surged upward from the silks, his hands clamping around her arms like vices forged in fire, nails digging into the firm muscle as he wrenched her forward with a savage pull.

Her body hit the bed in a breathless slam, the mattress yielding beneath her weight, sheets twisting in damp coils as she bounced once against his side, her breath exploding in a sharp gasp that filled the heated air.

He flipped over her in one fluid twist, knees pinning her thighs, his chest crushing down on hers as he snatched her wrists and slammed them above her head, fingers like iron shackles locking them to the headboard.

His other hand wrapped her throat, thumb pressing the frantic flutter of her pulse—racing, alive, thudding against his palm like a caged bird **** for flight, her skin hot and slick under his grip.

Jon's lips collided with Della's in a brutal seize, teeth sinking into the plump swell of her lower lip until the metallic tang of blood bloomed on his tongue, mixing with the salt of her sweat as he **** her mouth wider.

His tongue plunged deep, stroking and claiming every velvet inch, her muffled cry vibrating through the kiss like thunder trapped in her chest, Della's back arching off the bed to press her curves harder against Jon, nipples hardening to taut peaks that scraped his tunic.

Grinding his hips down with merciless ****, the rigid length of Jon's cock rubbing against Della's sex caused the fabric around them to grow damp, his free hand clawing down her side in fiery trails, nails raking red furrows that welled with beads of blood, each scrape sending shivers racing through her frame.

The resentment boiled out in every drag, every shove that sank Della deeper into the silks, her skin flushing hotter under Jon's ****, gooseflesh rising in waves that begged for more.

Beneath Jon Della bucked wild abandon, her thighs parting in a **** sprawl as his knee wedged between them, forcing them wider, her slick cunt grinding up against his thigh in frantic rolls, the musky scent of her arousal filling the air like incense from a forbidden rite, her breaths coming in hot, ragged bursts that mingled with his own growls.

Jon released Della's throat only to seize her thigh, yanking it high around his waist with bruising **** that wrenched a sharp gasp from her lips, then drove into her without mercy—hard, punishing, the thick length of him spearing deep in one ruthless thrust that ripped a raw scream from her throat, her slick walls clenching in shocked hunger around the invasion born of his seething resentment.

Now Jon pounded into her with vicious, unrelenting rhythm, hips slamming down like hammer blows fuelled by the anger boiling in his veins, each brutal plunge a deliberate act of vengeance against her body—the bedframe groaning in protest under the ****, Della's curves jolting violently with every impact as sweat slicked their skin and the wet, obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoed his bottled fury, her cries mingling pain and **** need while he claimed her harder, deeper, pouring out every ounce of his grudge in the savage grind that left her trembling and begging beneath him.

Soon Della's moans turned to ragged bellow, nails raking his back in retaliation that only spurred him harder, resentment pouring out in every brutal thrust—punishing her for the years of slights carried on Lady Stark's behalf, for the disdain she'd once worn like a second skin.

He gripped her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat, teeth sinking into the pulse there as she writhed, legs locking around him in **** hold, her cries filling the room like thunder.

This time, the build up in his groin came far more fierclye and unforgiving, causing Jon's cock to throb within Della, her body seizing around him in clenching waves that dragged his climax roaring out—hot, thick ropes of his cum flooded deep into her womb, spilling in relentless waves as Jon conitnued to slam against her, claiming every inch with a final, shuddering shove.

As the tremors faded, Jon leaned close, breath hot against her ear.

"You are going to love bearing my children," he whispered, the power surging through the words like fire in veins, "and it will be one of your duties to bear and raise them alongside serving me."

Della's eyes fluttered, a soft moan escaping her lips as the command took root, her body relaxing beneath him with a sigh of contentment, the resentment's fire banked but not forgotten.