[ When she had been a girl barely on the cusp of womanhood, all of her identifiable hair tucked up beneath a dark cap, she had been tempted by him — drawn in by his kiss, helpless to resist. Even then, she'd understood that what she felt for him could never fully be found in another, and even if she'd ultimately claimed her pleasure from someone else that night, given her maidenhead to another, part of her had wondered in the years since what it would have been like if they had engaged each other as the swirling rumors claimed — if she had let Daemon be the one to pierce her for the first time, to wear her blood on his cock.
What she had given him much later, after three marriages between them, had been something she had reserved for him alone — a piece of herself she had always held back from the lovers welcomed into her bed. Even Laenor, who had been much more of a companion to her than a husband, had only spent nights with her to perform his duty, or at least attempt to. With Daemon, however, she has embraced marital responsibility and passion alike; conceiving their children has never felt close to an obligation.
A part of her instinctively tenses, when he prompts her to beg — but this is the natural push and pull between them, each of them grappling for control, and so long as he cedes the ultimate authority to her, she'll grant him the privilege of her pleas in bed, twining with him between sheets until they both find that shared pinnacle. His words are fevered with need, over her skin, and she tangles her fingers in his hair, close to the base of his skull, clutching tighter while she shudders in his embrace. ]
Inside. Inside me. [ The answer tumbles past her lips, hurriedly, as he kisses her with tenderness — but she's too desperate for him to favor patience, or delaying any longer, and she knows what her urging will drive him to, especially because he likes it when she's unraveling from sheer need. ] Fuck me, Daemon.
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What she had given him much later, after three marriages between them, had been something she had reserved for him alone — a piece of herself she had always held back from the lovers welcomed into her bed. Even Laenor, who had been much more of a companion to her than a husband, had only spent nights with her to perform his duty, or at least attempt to. With Daemon, however, she has embraced marital responsibility and passion alike; conceiving their children has never felt close to an obligation.
A part of her instinctively tenses, when he prompts her to beg — but this is the natural push and pull between them, each of them grappling for control, and so long as he cedes the ultimate authority to her, she'll grant him the privilege of her pleas in bed, twining with him between sheets until they both find that shared pinnacle. His words are fevered with need, over her skin, and she tangles her fingers in his hair, close to the base of his skull, clutching tighter while she shudders in his embrace. ]
Inside. Inside me. [ The answer tumbles past her lips, hurriedly, as he kisses her with tenderness — but she's too desperate for him to favor patience, or delaying any longer, and she knows what her urging will drive him to, especially because he likes it when she's unraveling from sheer need. ] Fuck me, Daemon.