[ Patient, waiting, letting her get to the point where she wanted that feeling again. Most men would never have the ability to wait,to insistent on the instant gratification verses the slow build. But Daemon knew Alicent would be worth it. That kiss had only left him hungrier.
The back of his head told him that it was dangerous, the longer he circled, the harder heβd fall. The tighter they would twine to each other, because she was just as willing a partner in this web they were slowly weaving. He knew he could end up a very dangerous dragon wrapped around the Queenβs finger in some way, but he also welcomed that because it meant that in some ways she would be his too.
His to show pleasure to. His to see as she realizes he does see her, does want her, and does want to see her pleasure. Even if he seeks his pleasure he wants her to feel it just as much as he does. His to see stronger in her ability to at least take what she wants.
Heβs also grateful that Cole is told to stay behind, knowing what she wants more than ever now as they take the path. Thereβs not even any teasing smirk or glance at her knight, focus on her and leading her away. Tempting space, the roar of the water to hide any kind of sound she might make. It couldnβt be more perfect unless they were alone in a bedroom behind locked doors.
He takes that invitation easily, hand sliding to cup her cheek as he closes in to claim her mouth. Itβs not a slow kiss this time. No, itβs heated and almost needy, tongue teasing the seam of her lips and requesting entrance as his body settles against hers, pinning her against the rock a little. He doesnβt want to waste a moment of the time sheβs carefully curated for them, his free hand settling at her waist to draw her closer. Though he canβt help knead her hip either, wanting to touch more, to dip below her skirt, but thatβs also a large step past kissing. And he wants to feel her body react to his before he chances anything. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:40 am (UTC)The back of his head told him that it was dangerous, the longer he circled, the harder heβd fall. The tighter they would twine to each other, because she was just as willing a partner in this web they were slowly weaving. He knew he could end up a very dangerous dragon wrapped around the Queenβs finger in some way, but he also welcomed that because it meant that in some ways she would be his too.
His to show pleasure to. His to see as she realizes he does see her, does want her, and does want to see her pleasure. Even if he seeks his pleasure he wants her to feel it just as much as he does. His to see stronger in her ability to at least take what she wants.
Heβs also grateful that Cole is told to stay behind, knowing what she wants more than ever now as they take the path. Thereβs not even any teasing smirk or glance at her knight, focus on her and leading her away. Tempting space, the roar of the water to hide any kind of sound she might make. It couldnβt be more perfect unless they were alone in a bedroom behind locked doors.
He takes that invitation easily, hand sliding to cup her cheek as he closes in to claim her mouth. Itβs not a slow kiss this time. No, itβs heated and almost needy, tongue teasing the seam of her lips and requesting entrance as his body settles against hers, pinning her against the rock a little. He doesnβt want to waste a moment of the time sheβs carefully curated for them, his free hand settling at her waist to draw her closer. Though he canβt help knead her hip either, wanting to touch more, to dip below her skirt, but thatβs also a large step past kissing. And he wants to feel her body react to his before he chances anything. ]