[ It has been some time since they were together, since their hands touched skin, warm and soft under clothes. For all that he might be an ill omen at times, for all that he can be cruel and unjust, there is one thing that Daemon would never do, and that is push his wife so swiftly after such a burning loss. He did not break in the way his brother had done at the loss of his wife and child, because he still had Rhaenyra at his side. If he had lost her then, alongside their sweet daughter...
It is not worth thinking of.
Having her so close again, his hands stroking down her body and claiming her waist, his mouth hard against her own, it feels like coming home. They may well be in a foreign land, they may well have suffered briefly without one another, but now they found once more. A quiet part of a storm, the oasis in the midst of a desert - the heart that had been torn from him so many years before.
He would sink between her legs and taste her again, to let his hands and tongue give the apologies his words cannot quite fathom, but there is not the time for it. Daemon wants her, yearns for her, and it seems his wife is keen to take as much as he wishes to give. Adjusting her weight against him, using the wall as a counterbalance, he reaches to shove his trousers down even as he tugs up her skirts, deliberately grinding his cock against her, between her legs.
She is perfection, as he had always known her to be, and he groans against her skin. ]
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It is not worth thinking of.
Having her so close again, his hands stroking down her body and claiming her waist, his mouth hard against her own, it feels like coming home. They may well be in a foreign land, they may well have suffered briefly without one another, but now they found once more. A quiet part of a storm, the oasis in the midst of a desert - the heart that had been torn from him so many years before.
He would sink between her legs and taste her again, to let his hands and tongue give the apologies his words cannot quite fathom, but there is not the time for it. Daemon wants her, yearns for her, and it seems his wife is keen to take as much as he wishes to give. Adjusting her weight against him, using the wall as a counterbalance, he reaches to shove his trousers down even as he tugs up her skirts, deliberately grinding his cock against her, between her legs.
She is perfection, as he had always known her to be, and he groans against her skin. ]
It has been too long.