[distantly, in some realm of sanity in saber's mind, the story of adam and eve in the garden of eden reflects their situation perfectly. only saber is the snake offering temptation, and alicent is not so easily lured to bite the apple. she exposes herself for him, but it isn't her breasts that assault his senses - it's her neck. pheromones muted by her hair are twice as irresistible and make his jaw go slack and mouth water.]

No, [all he can think about is what she might taste like, the curve of each breast and how the sunlight makes her glow, how when his eyes trail down to her stomach and hips that she must take to growing a child well.] I don't want you to kneel, I never wanted you to.

[that, at least, is a truth, voice low and salacious. where most stumble he excels, closing in on her to remove the mask from her face himself. her heartbeat thrums in his ears - he's never wanted a woman more and now he can really look at her. she smells so good, and her lips are tempting and asking for him to kiss her. he leans down to breathe heat over her mouth, inhaling her exhales.]

I'll eat you up 'til you don't want me to beg for you.

[one hand trails down the center of her chest, a ghost of a touch beginning at the apex of her collarbone, slowing between her breasts to finally flatten at her belly. he pauses there to trace over smooth skin and graze along her stretch marks with a hum of approval. everything in him tells him to push forward, to take what's his anyway, but even in his haze of heat and want he falls into his habit of pleasing before taking and he lowers his hand to palm over her cunt. no entrance, only to apply a firm but gentle pressure. her warmth makes him shudder, traces of wetness reaching his skin.

their lips nearly touch when he speaks again,]

My mouth can be anywhere you want.