[ The nights Viserys had summoned her off him, left him hard, aching, and wet with her only to have to finish himself with his hand normally left him grumpier than normal the next day. Taking all his will not to find an excuse to pull Alicent into a dark corner and finish what had been left unfinished between them. But also, he bided time because it was normally only a matter of time before she called him back after those times too. Less guilt when she's been rutted by her husband, especially in the wake of the fire she could have.
A soft, very low and quiet groan leaves him, breathing against that hand covering his mouth. Though after a moment, he can't help himself and teeth graze her palm in return as he rolls his hips slowly up and his hand pulls her down a little more, just a hair tighter to ensure she feels all of him, as deep as her body allows him to sink.
There's no hint of anger at her dominance, happy to stay under her even if, like with the bite, he'll push that command of him. As always. It's a push and pull between them, but then, that's part of what that fire burning between them is. The challenge they give to each other, Queen or Dragon, who's in charge at any given moment. Shared dominance in some ways.
He doesn't fight the slow, steady pace though, moving with her easily as his head dipped to pepper kisses down her throat, across a collarbone, to place a kiss over her heart. The kiss is soft, sweet, and the softer side of him she occasionally brings out, if only to be reminded of his dangerous streak by using a hint of teeth against her skin. Soft and just a hint of promised pain, hand teasing up her back to encourage her to arch for him as she rode him.
It's easy to know what he wants, her chest pushed out so he can work her breasts as they move. His favorite spot to mark on her, knowing every breath of a tight gown will remind her of tonight for a few days as it heals. Secret and theirs. ] I will do all in my power to get her to see this. Word is she may yet have a new daughter soon. Would you be willing to wed Aemond or Daeron to the promised girl for peace and her promise to back off the throne?
[ Teeth tease the skin of the top of her breast as he waits for an answer. Who the girl's father is, is really anyone's guess with her in Dragonstone and out of court, she's more free to take lovers while her useless waste of a husband plays around with knights. But he needs to know where Alicent will draw the light, how much room he has to negotiate on Alicent's behalf and what she, as the mother of their children is willing to allow. ]
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A soft, very low and quiet groan leaves him, breathing against that hand covering his mouth. Though after a moment, he can't help himself and teeth graze her palm in return as he rolls his hips slowly up and his hand pulls her down a little more, just a hair tighter to ensure she feels all of him, as deep as her body allows him to sink.
There's no hint of anger at her dominance, happy to stay under her even if, like with the bite, he'll push that command of him. As always. It's a push and pull between them, but then, that's part of what that fire burning between them is. The challenge they give to each other, Queen or Dragon, who's in charge at any given moment. Shared dominance in some ways.
He doesn't fight the slow, steady pace though, moving with her easily as his head dipped to pepper kisses down her throat, across a collarbone, to place a kiss over her heart. The kiss is soft, sweet, and the softer side of him she occasionally brings out, if only to be reminded of his dangerous streak by using a hint of teeth against her skin. Soft and just a hint of promised pain, hand teasing up her back to encourage her to arch for him as she rode him.
It's easy to know what he wants, her chest pushed out so he can work her breasts as they move. His favorite spot to mark on her, knowing every breath of a tight gown will remind her of tonight for a few days as it heals. Secret and theirs. ] I will do all in my power to get her to see this. Word is she may yet have a new daughter soon. Would you be willing to wed Aemond or Daeron to the promised girl for peace and her promise to back off the throne?
[ Teeth tease the skin of the top of her breast as he waits for an answer. Who the girl's father is, is really anyone's guess with her in Dragonstone and out of court, she's more free to take lovers while her useless waste of a husband plays around with knights. But he needs to know where Alicent will draw the light, how much room he has to negotiate on Alicent's behalf and what she, as the mother of their children is willing to allow. ]