( As he declares himself as hers, a shiver bolts down her spine, and she trembles against him. She gasps, breath catching in her throat, making her lung sting with desperation for the breath she holds. When she finally remembers how to breathe, she sucks in a deep breath, filling her lungs with a deep, shaken breath.
The mark upon her neck will come as a shock when morning comes, and she must dress for the day, but she will wear beneath the high collar of a modest dress. Perhaps a choker will be enough to hide it, or intricate, delicate lace will be enough to hide the mark he left upon her — a reminder of their shared secret.
Calloused hands linger up the length of her back, causing her to arch away from his touch, pressing her chest blush against his as she fidgets and squirms on his lap. Grinding herself harder against him. Long, slender fingers slip through the thick curls at the base of her neck, and she tips her head back into his touch. Hungry to feel fingers threading through her hair and caressing her.
His words and breath sear against her ear, cheek, and neck — feeling like they might burn her. Before she can spare a second to think of him hard, hot, and throbbing with want as he's buried deep within her, he says a single word that causes her to come undone, crumbling all around him as he pushes her over the edge one more.
Mother.
It is a word that shouldn't have a hold on her as it does, but whenever it leaves his lips, pointed and with purpose, she can't stop the quiver that sneaks down her spine or the way it leaves her wanting.
Slender arms wrap around him tighter, the fingers against his skull grip his hair while her other arm loops over his back, fingers press into his upper arm, and the sting of nails threatens to dig into skin. Burying her face against his shoulder, Alicent whimpers as pleasure consumes her, racking through her body once more as she trembles and writhes against him — grinding as she rides out her orgasm, each motion causing an aftershock of euphoria to shoot through her again and again. His name leaves her lips in a breathy prayer, ) Aemond.
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The mark upon her neck will come as a shock when morning comes, and she must dress for the day, but she will wear beneath the high collar of a modest dress. Perhaps a choker will be enough to hide it, or intricate, delicate lace will be enough to hide the mark he left upon her — a reminder of their shared secret.
Calloused hands linger up the length of her back, causing her to arch away from his touch, pressing her chest blush against his as she fidgets and squirms on his lap. Grinding herself harder against him. Long, slender fingers slip through the thick curls at the base of her neck, and she tips her head back into his touch. Hungry to feel fingers threading through her hair and caressing her.
His words and breath sear against her ear, cheek, and neck — feeling like they might burn her. Before she can spare a second to think of him hard, hot, and throbbing with want as he's buried deep within her, he says a single word that causes her to come undone, crumbling all around him as he pushes her over the edge one more.
Mother.
It is a word that shouldn't have a hold on her as it does, but whenever it leaves his lips, pointed and with purpose, she can't stop the quiver that sneaks down her spine or the way it leaves her wanting.
Slender arms wrap around him tighter, the fingers against his skull grip his hair while her other arm loops over his back, fingers press into his upper arm, and the sting of nails threatens to dig into skin. Burying her face against his shoulder, Alicent whimpers as pleasure consumes her, racking through her body once more as she trembles and writhes against him — grinding as she rides out her orgasm, each motion causing an aftershock of euphoria to shoot through her again and again. His name leaves her lips in a breathy prayer, ) Aemond.