[ His gasp is met with a startled mewl out of Rhaenyra, one short and punched-out cry as he sheaths himself inside her and the princess's grip on him scrambles and falters. Her thighs tremble and she winds her arms about his neck, sighing at his words and trying to memorize the feel of him.
She's waited so long. It is a prize to be claimed, such that she wouldn't give to anyone else. ]
Always. [ Whispered against his jaw, lips at his neck as her head notches on his shoulder. ] I'm yours. And you're mine.
[ And she nips at his ear, daring him. Criston had been gentle, Aemond enthralled. She knows he won't be either. ]
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She's waited so long. It is a prize to be claimed, such that she wouldn't give to anyone else. ]
Always. [ Whispered against his jaw, lips at his neck as her head notches on his shoulder. ] I'm yours. And you're mine.
[ And she nips at his ear, daring him. Criston had been gentle, Aemond enthralled. She knows he won't be either. ]