[ The young prince groans against her. Head tipping back as far as he can allow it as her fingers rush through. The way she sounds is divine. Tongue thick and heavy sounding. Sweet with her words that swell him with pride. He drinks off her pouring lust. It makes his mouth grow sloppy. Indulgent. Relentless.
To be needed by her is everything. It strikes in a deep well of want, satisfaction, purpose. The strength of a bond between them to know she shares with no other. There was no one else who made her feel this way. It was all to himself. To fulfill her, to bring her down to wanton and silken sounding. Losing to herself as he did under her mouth. He repays it with every lap and every suckle. It feeds his own want in ways he did not realize it would. The ache and tightness coiling up beneath him. Caressed by her trembles and moans as she tries not to buck too eagerly into his mouth. ]
Yes. [ Aemond answers against her. Candid and breathless as it pushes out of his lungs. Let him wait. Let her be in his debt again. Let her pull him back into oblivion tonight however which way she chooses.
His hands curling at the base of her hips to hold her down at the edge of the bed to keep her from bucking. Long fingers splaying into skin and silk. Using much strength as he needs to keep her from slipping or moving now that she grows more restless and wild in her pleasure. His mouth trapping that corner of her with his tongue as her breath hitches, running across it over and over again with every intake of her breath.]
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To be needed by her is everything. It strikes in a deep well of want, satisfaction, purpose. The strength of a bond between them to know she shares with no other. There was no one else who made her feel this way. It was all to himself. To fulfill her, to bring her down to wanton and silken sounding. Losing to herself as he did under her mouth. He repays it with every lap and every suckle. It feeds his own want in ways he did not realize it would. The ache and tightness coiling up beneath him. Caressed by her trembles and moans as she tries not to buck too eagerly into his mouth. ]
Yes. [ Aemond answers against her. Candid and breathless as it pushes out of his lungs. Let him wait. Let her be in his debt again. Let her pull him back into oblivion tonight however which way she chooses.
His hands curling at the base of her hips to hold her down at the edge of the bed to keep her from bucking. Long fingers splaying into skin and silk. Using much strength as he needs to keep her from slipping or moving now that she grows more restless and wild in her pleasure. His mouth trapping that corner of her with his tongue as her breath hitches, running across it over and over again with every intake of her breath.]