( Lingering in the aftermath of pleasure, the muscles of her legs still twitching with the reverberations of her orgasm still surging through her veins, Alicent slowly opens her eye. Despite the satisfaction brought forth by his tongue, lust and hunger are heavy within her gaze as it flits across his features. With a gentle hand, she reaches out. Cupping his cheek, her fingers curl against his jaw, and the pad of her thumb brushes over the scar beneath his eye. )
Come, join me, ( she beckons before pulling away, fingers lingering until she is out of reach. Then, sitting in the center of the bed, she watches him before shifting to her knees. Hands begin sliding down her body, over the swell of her breasts, down her stomach, and onto her thighs, where she bunches the silken fabric in her hands.
Inch by tantalizing inch, she raises her hands, exposing herself to him. The flare of her hips and the indent of her waist. Soon her breasts come into view as she pulls the gown over her head and tosses it aside, leaving her bare before him — bathed in candlelight with arms outstretched towards him.
Unlike before, when they were in his chambers coming down from the height of rapture, she doesn't create a distance between them — no longer feeling the desire to separate herself from what happened. There is no sharp coldness where it had once been. Before him is a woman fully embracing her wants and desires. A woman wishing to please and be with him as he is at the forefront of it all. The one who keeps pulling her into the flames of passion with him. )
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Come, join me, ( she beckons before pulling away, fingers lingering until she is out of reach. Then, sitting in the center of the bed, she watches him before shifting to her knees. Hands begin sliding down her body, over the swell of her breasts, down her stomach, and onto her thighs, where she bunches the silken fabric in her hands.
Inch by tantalizing inch, she raises her hands, exposing herself to him. The flare of her hips and the indent of her waist. Soon her breasts come into view as she pulls the gown over her head and tosses it aside, leaving her bare before him — bathed in candlelight with arms outstretched towards him.
Unlike before, when they were in his chambers coming down from the height of rapture, she doesn't create a distance between them — no longer feeling the desire to separate herself from what happened. There is no sharp coldness where it had once been. Before him is a woman fully embracing her wants and desires. A woman wishing to please and be with him as he is at the forefront of it all. The one who keeps pulling her into the flames of passion with him. )