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Soft hands rap against hardwood. The knock echoes through the deserted hallway. She waits to hear his response before entering, pulling the heavy door shut behind her.
His tall figure seems to take up the whole room, and her heart flutters at the sight of him.
She walks towards him with her hand already outstretched. The need to touch him was always present in her mind, but in public, she needed to suppress any urge to reach out to him. It was almost painful to act like there was nothing more between them.
But now, in the safety of his chambers, she didn’t hesitate. One hand softly stroking his back as she comes to stand beside him. Reaching up with the other to caress his face, turning his mismatched eyes towards her.
He always wore a look of worry on his face. The burdens of the kingdom weighing heavy on his shoulders. But the moment he sets his gaze upon her, his eyes soften. A small smile plays at the corner of his lips as he sneaks his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to his side.
„Ñuha dārys“ My princess
His usually gruff and serious voice is soft as he speaks to her. The affectionate term brings a smile to her lips.
„Ñuha zaldri“ My dragon
Her response makes his smile more prominent, and he bows down to give her a soft kiss.
She lets out a sigh at the feeling of his lips brushing against hers. Her hand that still lingers on the side of his face moves to his neck to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.
A groan escapes his throat when she softly bites his lower lip, but it's her turn to moan when he uses the moment to plunge his tongue into her mouth. The kiss turns from innocent to sinful in seconds.
His arm around her waist pulls her closer to him, pressing their two bodies together. Her knees grow weak, and if it were not for him holding her so tight, she surely would not be able to stand alone. She lets out another moan of pleasure when his other hand sneaks into her hair at her neck and softly pulls her head back.
Feeling him grow hard against her stomach makes her blood burn. Her lips grow more desperate as it feels like her veins are filled with molten fire.
When he pulls back a little, she has to stop from whining at the loss of his lips. The chuckle he lets out in response sends delicious waves of pleasure right to her centre. His eyes are almost black with pleasure as he watches her.
Her own shine in a bright violet, the signature Targaryen colour. Together with her silver hair, she looks ethereal, even more so to him if her lips are red from his kisses and her eyes are glazed with pleasure.
She meets his gaze with half-lidded eyes, her tongue brushing over her lower lip, collecting his taste that still lingers there. Then she moves her head further back, presenting her neck to him.
A groan leaves his mouth at the simple movement, and he can't help himself to leave open-mouthed kisses all over the column of her throat.
Any other day, he would take her to his bed immediately. But today was different.
“You’re a minx, you know that?”
Every word sends delicious vibrations through her as he speaks the words against her skin. She lets out a small laugh at the sensation.
“And why is that? Am I not to enjoy a moment with my beloved?”
Her voice is breathless as he hasn’t stopped his lips from roaming over her skin. A high whine leaves her throat when he softly bites her pulse point.
“We need to get going.”
Even though he spoke the words, he could not stop touching her. His hand on her lower back moves even lower, grabbing her bottom and squeezing the flesh. He is rewarded with another breathy moan, the sound like music to his ears.
His length pushes uncomfortably against his trousers, and it's his turn to groan when she moves her hips against his. Her lips wander over his cheek to his ear.
“We surely have another moment.”
She underlines her voice with a soft bite right beneath his ear, and he feels his resolve break.
Picking her up by her thighs, he carries her to the large table to the side. Throwing everything on it to the ground with one arm, he places her on top of it before pulling her hips to the edge. His lips find hers again in a bruising kiss as she gathers her dress up, and his hand finds her centre. Groaning at the wetness, he doesn’t waste any time plunging two of his fingers inside her while his thumb rubs against her nub. His actions are rewarded with a breathless moan.
“I want you,” she breathes against his lips.
Her hands have moved to his trousers, popping the buttons open until one of them manages to slide inside, gripping his length. A curse falls from his lips, and he can't help but buck into her hand. Knowing he would not last long if she kept this up, he batted her hand away and lined himself up with her entrance.
Pushing inside her slowly, he holds her gaze the entire time, loving the way her eyes roll back into her head as he fills her. When his hips met hers, he stills while peppering her neck and cleavage with hot kisses. Only when she gives him a little nudge does he start moving again. Pulling out almost completely and pushing back in a single powerful thrust. Her nails gripped onto his shoulders, and for a second, he regretted not getting undressed so she could leave her marks on him.
Any thoughts on his mind are wiped away when he feels her flutter around his cock. Groaning against her neck, he slides his hand between their bodies to rub at her nub. The moment his fingers make contact, she lets out a loud moan that he swallows eagerly as he covers her mouth with his. Her whole body feels like it's been struck by lightning. She feels so incredibly full, each of his movements brushing against the spot deep inside her that makes her toes curl. Their kisses grow sloppy as they both come closer to their releases. She feels it in the way his thrusts lose rhythm and grow more desperate.
His thumb sweeps over her nub, and she feels herself shattering around him, her whole body being wracked by waves of pleasure. He follows shortly, her walls clenching and fluttering around his cock, shoving him over the edge.
When they both come down from their heights, he rights himself again and helps her down from the table. Her knees are still wobbly, so she holds onto him for balance.
He gives her another slow and sensual kiss.
“Come on, we need to go.” Even though she knows his words are true, and they are probably already late, she whines.
“It's just my father. He can wait.”
“But I have an important question for him.”
His words make her look up in confusion, but when she sees the look in his eyes, she feels a thousand butterflies in her stomach.