[ That rumbling sound of his rolling from his body to hers is a warning, every hair on the back of Rhaenyra's neck knows it. Like some jungle beast, like a dragon, and she will not cow to it, instead tries to roll over underneath him and finds that she can't. Her heart is racing but she doesn't know in which direction.
She keeps herself from breathing out the word finally as he manhandles her dress out of the way and even though he stops, he'll find her wet against his hesitation, burning with want. With defiance.
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She keeps herself from breathing out the word finally as he manhandles her dress out of the way and even though he stops, he'll find her wet against his hesitation, burning with want. With defiance.
Apologize? He should be the one apologizing! ]
Or what? Will you punish your queen?