𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

Daemon had intended to show her how to use that dagger. He'd also intended to take this slow, but Alicent is right in remembering it has been some time, by Daemon's standards. He's used to having his women whenever he wants them, and while the preparations for this alliance have been enough to keep his mind busy, now? In the marriage bed, with a maiden practically begging him on? He interprets her hands in his hair, her nails on his back, as pleading. Who doesn't want to be wanted? Some of Daemon's control finally slips, and he justifies it easily. He is eager, so clearly, she must be.

He pulls back, freeing himself of his braes, practically ripping Alicent's shift off. "So this is what you want?" He bites at her breast, now, intending to give her something to remember later, something to feel as she's stitched into her dress tomorrow.