( For so long, she has played her part by performing her duties to her family, her King, and the realm that she has sacrificed so much that she forgot that such desires resided within her. He has offered her an escape from those bonds that bind her. Allowed her freedom she never thought she would experience, and she can't stop herself from grasping it while she can — almost afraid it will slip from her grasp at any moment.
As he approaches, Alicent's gaze follows his every movement. She isn't expecting his touch as he lowers himself to the floor, fingers dragging across the exposed slip of skin. Gods, his touch is maddening, sending a shiver ravaging her body.
If she were quicker and not overtaken by his touch, she would have pulled away from it and scolded him for touching her without permission. His hands are nearly folded in his lap before she can gather her senses — peering up at her as he awaits her command.
She looks down at him, face flushed with rosy cheeks and full lips from the rush of blood to the surface. Gaze glassy and filled with an insatiable desire he has unleashed within her. Slowly she leans forward, auburn curls spilling over her shoulder and the loose top of her nightgown opening just enough that he can see the valley between her breasts. Her hands drag up her legs, pooling the material on her lap as she exposes calf, knee, then thigh as she straightens.
Bracing a hand against her bedpost, she slowly spreads her thighs, the nightgown still covering her as it spills between them. ) Please me, Aemond, or are you only capable of sly remarks and pretty words with your wicked mouth?
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As he approaches, Alicent's gaze follows his every movement. She isn't expecting his touch as he lowers himself to the floor, fingers dragging across the exposed slip of skin. Gods, his touch is maddening, sending a shiver ravaging her body.
If she were quicker and not overtaken by his touch, she would have pulled away from it and scolded him for touching her without permission. His hands are nearly folded in his lap before she can gather her senses — peering up at her as he awaits her command.
She looks down at him, face flushed with rosy cheeks and full lips from the rush of blood to the surface. Gaze glassy and filled with an insatiable desire he has unleashed within her. Slowly she leans forward, auburn curls spilling over her shoulder and the loose top of her nightgown opening just enough that he can see the valley between her breasts. Her hands drag up her legs, pooling the material on her lap as she exposes calf, knee, then thigh as she straightens.
Bracing a hand against her bedpost, she slowly spreads her thighs, the nightgown still covering her as it spills between them. ) Please me, Aemond, or are you only capable of sly remarks and pretty words with your wicked mouth?