[She leaves him panting. Long fingers caressing her jaw as she speaks. Thumb dragging along her throat. The images of her and him flicker in his mind at the places she mentions. Slipping hands across soapy breasts. Grinding against her against an old rattled bookshelf. Pressed in between her thighs along an empty balcony shaded from view by a fanning palm. Under the candlelight of Balerion's skull in the quiet of the crypts. He would find ways for them to be together. To mark her upon every surface.
The ease in which she is able to work him up is dizzying. A feat he had not known anyone capable before now. His chest rises and falls with breath under her trailing hand. Face half buried into wild auburn curls before she retreats from him.
At that moment the young prince questions what he has done to have earned this. The carriage rocks and she sways with it, parting his knees to draw her between them. He shifts closer to the edge of his seat to widen the gap and allow her in. The ache already beginning to resurface deep in the core of him. The urge to free himself from his breeches only surpassed by the intocicating desire to watch her delicate hands do it for him. ]
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The ease in which she is able to work him up is dizzying. A feat he had not known anyone capable before now. His chest rises and falls with breath under her trailing hand. Face half buried into wild auburn curls before she retreats from him.
At that moment the young prince questions what he has done to have earned this. The carriage rocks and she sways with it, parting his knees to draw her between them. He shifts closer to the edge of his seat to widen the gap and allow her in. The ache already beginning to resurface deep in the core of him. The urge to free himself from his breeches only surpassed by the intocicating desire to watch her delicate hands do it for him. ]
This is why you came?
[Is this what she wanted?]