( Having never exposed herself to another, exhilaration surges through her veins, making her body feel like fire as he gazes upon her. He looks like a desperate man, torn between the urge to eat her whole and worship at her feet. The intensity in his eyes makes her knees feel weak as they tremble beneath her weight, and wanting to shy away from him, but she pushes through the uncomfortable sensations, allowing him to drink in as much of her as he desires.
Once he is within reach, she doesn't hesitate to touch him. Taking his face between her hands, Alicent guides him to her as their mouths collide, desperate and hungry. Moaning at the taste that still lingers upon his lips and tongue. Mouth parted, tongue sliding over his lips before nipping at the side of his mouth.
Shifting, she begins lowering herself to the bed, pulling him with her so his body looms over hers. She kisses him deeper, sucking on his bottom lip while her thumb brushes over the scar once more. As uneasy as his appearance might make him or how the scar makes the ladies of the court shy away, there is nothing about him that she doesn't love, crave, or want to protect.
If given the chance and without the fear of discovery or interruption, she could indulge in him for hours. Taking time in her worship of his body. Teasing, loving, and bringing him all the pleasure he deserves while showering him with praise. )
Tell me, ( she breathes as she parts her lips from his as they find themselves brushing them against the sharp angle of his jaw, ) how do you want me to please you? I want to know your greatest desires to worship and praise you.
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Once he is within reach, she doesn't hesitate to touch him. Taking his face between her hands, Alicent guides him to her as their mouths collide, desperate and hungry. Moaning at the taste that still lingers upon his lips and tongue. Mouth parted, tongue sliding over his lips before nipping at the side of his mouth.
Shifting, she begins lowering herself to the bed, pulling him with her so his body looms over hers. She kisses him deeper, sucking on his bottom lip while her thumb brushes over the scar once more. As uneasy as his appearance might make him or how the scar makes the ladies of the court shy away, there is nothing about him that she doesn't love, crave, or want to protect.
If given the chance and without the fear of discovery or interruption, she could indulge in him for hours. Taking time in her worship of his body. Teasing, loving, and bringing him all the pleasure he deserves while showering him with praise. )
Tell me, ( she breathes as she parts her lips from his as they find themselves brushing them against the sharp angle of his jaw, ) how do you want me to please you? I want to know your greatest desires to worship and praise you.