Best Man to wed

Chapter Three

Daenerys exhaled her breath in an angry hiss of despair, turning away from the panoramic view through the bedroom window in front of her and quickly averting her eyes from the bed.
Jon was downstairs in the conference hall where he had gone to check that their display stand, which had been shipped out via their Dornish agents, had been assembled correctly and she knew that sooner or later she would have to join him. After all, that was why she was here.
Officially, the conference didn't open until the morning but she knew from personal experience, that the conference hall would be teeming with people getting ready for the opening.
How had it happened? She wondered miserably. How could such a mistake hav occurred and, even worse, how could....... how dare Jon imply that she had anything to do with it, that she had deliberately manipulated things so that she and Robb would be sharing a room?
She had already contemplated refusing to share the bed with him, but the room's furnishing although elegant, were not particularly comfortable and the marble floor would certainly not Make a comfortable bed.
The saving grace was that atleast the bed was a good size and there would be no danger of the two of them actually having to sleep close together. If she lay on her side and faced away from him, she might be able to pretend that Jon wasn't there at all.
And atleast there was one thing she most definitely did nit have to worry about. There was no way that Jon would try to take advantage of the situation or of her. She almost laughed aloud at the very thought.
Years ago when they had all been children, there had been occassions when they had all holidayed together, and while they had never actually shared a bedroom there gad been the kind of closeness one shares with other children.
That had been when they were children though, Daenerys acknowledged, and there was a vast difference between a five year old and six year old running, pajama clad  between their seperate bedrooms and two adults sharing the intimacy of a bed and bathroom.
The flimsy cotton robe that she had bought with her was hardly as protective or concealing as the thick fleecy pajamas she had worn as a child and....... Daenerys froze and closed her eyes, cursing herself under her breath as she remembered that the one thing she had decided there was no need to bring with her was any kind of nightdress.
Remembering the golden rule of easy traveling..... only take what you can carry on and off the plane in hand luggage.....she had kept her packing to the bare minimum.......'bare' being the operative word she reflected grimly now.
Normally she was quite happy to sleep in her skin....she preferred it, in fact.....but under these circumstances.......
Tiredly she ran her hand through her hair. Her skin felt grubby and gritty from traveling and the one thing the room did have that impressed her, was a huge walk-in shower.
Jon wouldn't be in any hurry to return...... after all, he would have as little desire to spend any time in her company as she did to spend time in his.....and it made sense to take advantage of his absence to have a shower now rather than to wait until he had returned and then suffer the embarrassment to use the bathroom while he was still there.
Daenerys had already unpacked the clothes that she had brought with her and, quickly selecting clean underwear, a fresh shirt and a pair of simple, well cut silk and linen trousers in her favourite shade of warm cream, she hurried into the bathroom, where she hesitated before leaving the door slightly ajar and then checking to make sure it didn't swing closed.
As a child she had once been locked the bathroom at the house of friends of her parents and the small incident had left her with what she knew to be an irrational fear of the same thing ever happening again. Irrational, but strong enough to ensure that she would never actually bring herself to lock herself in any kind of room.
She showered the stickiness of the journey off her skin first before lathering it generously with her favourite shower gel. Daenerys rarely wore perfume, preferring the more subtly fragrant effect of shower gels and body lotions, so that the only way other people could tell that she was wearing any would be if they actually touched her or.......
She closed her eyes, clenching them against the hot sting of tears which she told herself were stupidly self pitying as she recognised the direction her thoughts were taking and the deliberate self infliction of pain in acknowledging that the only person who could share her awareness of her body's delicate fragrance would have to be someone who was very physically intimate with her......a lover. But she had no lover.....no one to love her.....he loved someone else.
She knew that she was crying silent, anguished tears as she turned off the shower and soaped her body, to lost in the misery of her own despair, to hear the bedroom door opening, so it wasn't until he thrust open the unlocked bathroom door that she realised Jon was back.
For a second neither of them said anything, the only sounds to break the silence being the noise of the dripping shower and her shocked, indrawn  breath as the lather that covered her body in creamy ribbons of foam slid off her skin, leaving her sleek and silky and completely naked.
For once Daenerys's action was the faster, her breath squeezing out of her lungs, her arms lifting to cross over her bare breasts in a gesture that was instinctively feminine as it was hopelessly inadequate as a means of concealing her, her eyes brilliant with shock as she looked helplessly towards the towel hanging on the rail, which was closer to Jon than it was to her. To reach it she would have to step out of the shower and walk right past him and.......
Gritting her teeth and giving him a look of pure, vitriolic loathing, she prepared to do so. He had just seen about all there was to see of her now, after all, she decided grimly, and if he thought she was going to stand there cowering while he enjoyed her embarrassment.......
But, to her amazement, as she took a step forward, he suddenly reached for the towel, his expression difficult to read, his eyes darkening, his mouth hardening in a way that made her tense and watch him.
Being the recipient of Jon's anger and contempt was nothing new to her, but on this occasion, she decided indignantly as he reached for the towel and almost threw it at her, she had no Idea what on earth she had done to merit the glittering fury she cout see in his eyes.
"Cover yourself up, for godsakes, will you Dany?" He instructed her harshly. "You aren't a child anymore, even if emotionally you still do behave like one."
"You should have knocked," she told him fiercely as she wrapped the towel around her body.
"You should have locked the door," Jon countered. "Or are we still playing at make believe and fantazing that somehow I'm going to turn into Robb....?"
"I don't have that much imagination," Daenerys told him bitterly, and told him for good measure, "no one could have....."
"Be careful Daenerys," Jon told her coldly, "otherwise I just might forget that you are still, after all a family friend and that as such....."
"I might be a family friend," Daenerys interupted him recklessly, "but that still doesn't give you the right to come barging in here, nor to treat me as though.....as though I'm some kind of child you..."
"No?" Jon stopped her. "Then how would you like me to treat you? "
There was a note in his voice that made Daenerys stiffen and turn her head to look over her shoulder at him, at first in query and then in shocked disbelief as she saw the way he was looking at her.
She had always known that Jon was a man with an extremely high voltage of sexual charisma....she had heard other women telling her so often enough after all.....but to be suddenly and unexpectedly subjected to a thorough  sexual scrutiny of such blistering heat and savagery that it virtually stripped the thick fluffy towel from her body and left her feeling far more naked and vulnerable than she had felt when she had actually been naked was unexpectedly shocking.
Ad she followed the way he was slowly and oh so deliberately studying every line of her body, every curve, every hollow, in some satanic way, it was almost as though she could see herself through his eyes, see what he was seeing as he visually stripped her and examined her as cruelly and callously and dehumanisingly as though her body was a piece of merchandise that he had every right to access and value and reject.
When he had finally finished his assessment and his eyes met hers, she had no defense left against the shock of what he had done, no barriers strong enough to put up.
She couldn't make a sound...... couldn't shed a tear, couldn't express in anyway her sense of outrage and humiliation, her feeling of shocked pain at the way he had assessed her as a woman and then dismissed her.  No, not a woman, she decided as she tried to swallow past the hard lump blocking her throat. Not a woman, just a piece of flesh, a body......a thing without any right to emotions or needs.....of her own, without any right to self respect or.....
As she finally managed to break eye contact with him and find her voice, she told him croakily, her voice cracking under the weight of her fury, "I've often wondered why you've never settled down, Jon.... married, had a family....but now I know. If that's how you see women....if that's how you treat women...."
"You know nothing about my women," Jon interupted her harshly, and then added contemptuously as he moved closer to her and took hold of her chin in a grip that she couldn't manage to break, "let's, face it Daenerys, you know nothing about being a woman.... what it means...how it feels...."
"In your opinion," Daenerys spat at him, finally managing to wrench herself out of his grip. "But I'll tell you one thing I do know, Jon, and that your the last man I'd want to show me......the last man. I'd let show me." She added emphatically.
"Don't tempt me," Jon responded grimly as he turned towards the door, pausing only to warn her , "don't challenge me Daenerys, you can't win and you won't like the consequences....I came to warn you that we're likely to be in for a chaotic few days. The hotel seemed to have over estimated it's ability to handle the mechanics of the conference and so they've had to suspend room service."
"This evening's dinner is due to be served and eight thirty and if you want something to eat I'd advise you to make sure you're downstairs early. I've got a strong suspicion that we're not the only one with problems."
"I overheard someone else's conversation while I was talking to our agent and it seems that some of the rooms which should have been ready for occupation aren't."
"I've still got a few things to iron out....." he glanced at his watch. "so I'll meet you downstairs at eight." He paused for a moment before adding silkily, "unless, ofcourse, you feel you're going to want another shower."
Giving him an angry glare, Daenerys started to step past him, but he stopped her, reaching out and picking up the clean underwear that she had forgotten and handing it to her.
"Don't forget these, will you....?"
Snatching them out of his hands, flushing as she saw the way he was looking at her perfectly respectable but admittedly rather plain, no nonsense bra and panties, she couldn't resist saying contemptuously, "I suppose a man like you prefers something.... something in scarlet satin."
For a moment she thought that he wasn't going to bother replying, nit as she turned towards the door she saw his mouth starting to curl  slightly at the corners and his eyes glint with the same dangerous, glittering mockery which she had learned long ago presaged his more razor sharp attacks on her pride.
"Satin, yes" he drawled tauntingly. "Scarlet....no. Never. But you're way out of date with your ideas of what a man finds sexy in a woman these days, Daenerys, or what a woman might do in that department to turn him on. No wonder you couldn't get Robb intrested."
"Next time.....if there ever is a next time.....or a next man....try baiting your trap a little more cleverly. A seductive little whisper in a very public place that underneath the very respectable skirt you've got on you're wearing..... nothing.....works wonders. Or so I've been told."
"You're disgusting," Daenerys told him furiously, her cheeks burning as she realised what he meant. "And for your information, I would never......."
"Oh no, Daenerys," Jon corrected her mockingly, "I'm not disgusting, but you most certainly are naive....very naive."
"Now didn't you say something about coming here to work? I want you to send a fax for me, please. I hope that your Dothraki is good as your mother claims. I've just been talking to one of the Dothraki groups, their linguistic spent two years in Vaes Dothrak ...."
"Probably as a Geisha," Daenerys muttered disrespectfully under her breath as Jon finally walked out of the bathroom and left her in peace to get dressed.
It didn't matter that she was his family friend and there had been countless occassions in their shared childhood when he gad seen her naked. She could even remember once suffering the indignity of having her seven year old self stripped of her torn and filthy clothes, summarily dumped into the bath and virtually scrubbed clean by him at the same time as he delivered a lecture to her on what was likely to happen to her if her mother found out that she had deliberately ignored her instructions that she was not to play in the stream at the foot of their shared holiday cottage garden.
Then she had foolishly actually been grateful to Jon.....and even more ridiculously, seen him as her saviour.....now she knew better, she decided.
Jon had been right about the chaos, was Daenerys first thought as she waited for him to join her in the crowded foyer as they had arranged. She had already talked to several other people whom she had recognised from other conferences and they had confirmed what Jon had already told her.
It seemed that the hotel manager had over estimated their ability to cope with something as complex as organising such a large scale event.
"They say that two of the chefs have already left and they've had to bribe the others to stay, " a young Tyroshi salesman who Daenerys had met the previous year had confided in her.
At that time Robb had teased her gently that Dario Naharis was obviously attracted to her, and as she listened to him she had wished achingly that it was Robb's attraction to her that they were discussing and not another man's....
She heard Dario asking her if she had again attended the conference with Robb.
"No," she told him absently, her attention on Jon, whom she could see making his way towards them.
Excusing herself from Dario, she went to meet him.
"Who was that?" Jon demanded curtly, looking over his shoulder at Dario.
When she told him, he demanded, "What did he want?"
The aggression in his voice suprised her.
"Well not our company secrets, Jon," she told him, enjoying mocking him as he constantly did her, adding with relish, "hard though you may find it to believe, he is more interested in me."
She looked at him waiting for him to come back with some typically derogatory remark, and then looked curiously across the room to see what was occupying his attention and causing anger to tighten his mouth to a hairline, but he still seemed to be watching Dario walking away from them.
Dinner, predictably, was a chaotic and hurried affair, although the food was surprisingly good-not that she had very much of an appetite.
Once they had finished eating, Jon had announced that he had some business he wanted to attend to and left her to her own devices. Daenerys decided that she might as well explore the rest of the hotel.
The brochure had stressed the benefits of the spa, highlighting the various treatments available, but upon inquiring Daenerys discovered that the delay in completion of the building work had meant that most of these facilities were not yet up and running.
There was the jacuzzi, the sauna and the steam room, the gym and the swimming pool, the receptionist informed her, although no one was allowed to use them after ten o' clock in the evening.
It was already gone ten but, nevertheless, Daenerys decided that she might as well take a look. The brochure had shown photographs of the swimming pool and jacuzzi area which had included views through the floor to ceiling glass wall on one whole side, looking straight out across the sheer rock-face to the spectular view beyond it. And even though it was now dark, the moon was almost full, and should shed enough light to illuminate atleast some of the view.
Daenerys found her way to the sports center quite easily. The swimming pool was clearly marked, set in a circular, enclosed area with a raised platform overlooking the now covered pool on one side and allowing a view through the huge expanse of glass she recognised from the brochure on the other.
The remaining two walls, from what she could see from the dim lighting, had been painted with frescoes, and a columned walkway led from the pool towards the jacuzzi and beyond it,to what she presumed to be another entrance.
As she paused to study the frescoes with intrest,  she heard a sudden sound from the jacuzzi. Lifting her head, Daenerys stared curiously towards it. There appeared to be two people in the water. As she watched, she heard a feminine giggle followed by a soft shushing sound then male laughter, accompanied by the rythmic sound of the water moving as if....as if...
Daenerys could feel her face starting to flush as she suddenly realised what was happening..... what she had interupted. They were not, as she originally thought, two people simply illicitly using the jacuzzi after hours but a pair of lovers who had obviously decided to try out for themselves the pool's aphrodisiac effect, and then, having discovered that it was not in operation, had patently decided that they might as well make use of..... make love in it, after all.
Even though she knew there was no way they could see her, Daenerys felt her face burning an even deeper red as she heard one of the them......the woman, she suspected.... giving a small soft moan.
Quickly turning on her heel, she started to walk away.  Her face was still burning by the time she reached her room..... their room, she acknowledged as she took off her jacket and saw thankfully that there was no sign of Jon. And she decided she might as well prepare for bed while she had the place to herself.
Seeing that couple making love, hearing them, knowing what they were doing hadn't just embarrassed her, it had also bought back all the pain of knowing that Robb was lost to her......as she prepared for bed, her heart ached with the pain of her loss, her mind filled with feverish, tormented thoughts and mental images.
What was it like to have your love..... your need....your desire for a man reciprocated? To know that he wanted you? To know that you had the freedom to reach out and touch him, to share every sensual and emotional intimacy with him? To love him and be loved by him?
Her hands trembling, Daenerys pulled on the robe she had unpacked earlier. Used to sleeping naked, as she climbed into the large bed she grimaced at the unfamiliar drag of the fabric against her skin, already disliking the cumbersome restriction of the cloth.
As she reached out to switch off the bedside light she was already yawning.
Daenerys was having the most wonderful dream. In it all her heartache and loneliness had gone, melted away by the loving warmth of the man whose arms held her tightly, the man whose body shielded and protected her own, the man who whispered to her that he loved her and that he had always loved her, that he would always love her......
A delicious thrill of pleasure ran through her as she moved even closer to him, pressing her body against his, enjoying the satin warmth of his skin against her own, her senses glorying in the nearness of him, in her freedom to share such intimacy with him, to show him her love.
She had known him for a long, long time.....loved him for a long time, but this familiarity, instead of lessening the intensity of the pleasure that lapped at her body in soft, warm waves, only increased it. It gave her a sense of security, an ability to shed her Inhibitions and to show her feelings, her desire for him freely and openly, to reach out and touch him, to smooth her fingertips over his skin.
In her sleep Daenerys made a soft contended sound of pleasure as she snuggled closer to Jon, burrowing against his body, unaware of what she was doing and of the fact that the robe that she had so carefully and resentfully put on earlier was now lying on the floor where she had thrown it, having finally, in her sleep, given into the irritation of its unaccustomed feel against her skin and pulled it off.
Jon, disturbed by the sensual movement of her body against his, woke up, cursing silently as he reached out to push her away and put some distance between them.
In her sleep Daenerys protested about the removal of the warmth which had been giving her so much pleasure, the body which had felt so good against her own, the man who had made her feel so protected and loved, and she protested both verbally and physically, muttering a husky plea for him to come back and, at the same time, resisting his attempts to put some distance between them, wriggling her body back against his and curling her fingers possessively around his wrist.
"Daenerys...." Jon warned her savagely under his breath.
He had always prided himself on his self control. The need to conceal his own feelings had been something he had learned young.....he had no other option when his father had died or when.......but there came a point when no amount of self control was enough, when no man......
He took a hold of Daenerys's shoulder shaking her, but her eyes remained tightly closed, her body locked in sleep. In the moonlight room he could see the tumble of her hair, like a silver curtain, silk where it lay against her skin, he reached out and touched it, smoothing the tangled tendrils.
Daenerys smiled sensuously as she breathed in the familiar scent of his skin. She moved her head and touched her lips to his shoulder, sighing blissfully as she absorbed the taste of him, opening her mouth so she could touch him with her tongue.
Jon went completely still and then lifted his hand from her hair, but it was too late.....had been too late, he suspected,  since he had walked into the bedroom and seen her discarded robe lying on the floor and known that she was sleeping naked.
"Dany."
As he said her name he gathered up his strength to push her away and discovered that he was actually gathering her closer....so close that they were actually lying body to body..... and that the hands which should have been holding her away from him were actually moving urgently over her skin, following the narrow contours of her back, the feminine curve of her waist and hips, the smooth roundness of her butt.
Her lips were still touching his skin, and against his body he could feel the excited thud of her heartbeat.
If she would wake up now she would feel the equally aroused pounding of his, and even the more betraying arousal of another part of him. If he had any sense, any thought of self preservation, he would......
Jon bent his head and slid one hand into Dany's hair, tilting her face up to meet his, covering her mouth with his.
When Daenerys woke up she discovered she was being kissed in the most sensual, demanding and exciting way that she had ever known, her whole body responding to the hungry male pressure of the mouth caressing hers, the male hand that held her locked against him so that their bodies fitted together as exactly and perfectly as two seperate pieces of one complete whole.
As she breathed in dizzily, she felt her breasts swell and press against his chest, his body moving to accommodate the movement of hers, the sensation of his skin dragging slightly against hers so shockingly erotic that she trembled and moved more urgently against him, wanting to repeat it, wanting to feel him against her.........
She wanted to feel all of him against her, she recognised longingly as she moved her body pleadingly against his, trying to seek even closer contact with him, needing to feel the sensual roughness of his body hair against her, wanting more, much, much more than the tormenting male heat and hardness of his aroused body, which for some reason, he was allowing merely to rest lightly against hers when she wanted.......
Daenerys tried to show him exactly what it was she wanted by opening her mouth under his and kissing him passionately at the same time as she moved her hips against him, pressed her breasts against him, arched her spine and made soft kneeing sounds of need as she opened her legs and rubbed her body hungrily against his.
It was unfair of him to withhold himself from her like this when he knew how much she wanted him, how much she needed him, how much she loved him.
Daenerys's soft moans of protest turned to sharper sounds of delight when he suddenly responded to the urgent little movements of her body, thrusting his thigh between hers and making her shiver from head to foot with pleasure at the sensation of his hair roughened flesh moving against the silky softness of hers.
It must feel good to him as well, she realised, because now he kissed her much more passionately, thrilling her with the husky growl of her name, as he held her face in his hands and circled her lips with the tip of his tougue, using the weight of his body and the pressure of his hands to make her lie completely still while he teased her with the movement of his tongue and an even more erotic movements of his hips to the point where she couldn't be still anymore and her body physically and very visibly shuddered in uncontrollable response to what he was doing this her.
"No!" She protested in a husky whisper when his mouth left hers and he lifted her wrist to kiss the delicate, blue veined skin, "not there....not there...." she urged, her body burned, ached, hurt almost with her need for him.
The memory of the couple which she had discovered in the jacuzzi made her shudder, the blood burning up under her skin as he lifted his mouth from her wrist and asked her thickly, "Not there.....where than Dany.....where?"
His voice sounded different, deeper, rougher, much more raw and masculine somehow, and she shivered again as she recognised why. It was the voice of a man who was aroused....who wanted her....
"Here," she told him, placing his hand against her breast, holding her breath almost as she looked first into his eyes and then at his mouth. His mouth.......
"Here," she heard him repeat softly, and the feel of his mouth against her, slowly caressing her nipple, was almost more than she could bear.  Her body, her senses wasn't equipped to handle so much pleasure, and yet not to have it would have been a loss she could not bare to contemplate.
"And this one?" She heard him asking her hoarsely as he slowly released one breast to turn to the other, lingering over a delicate exploration of it while he waited for her to answer.
Did he really need to ask? Daenerys wondered feverishly, but she still said the words, whispering them jerkily as she told him, "yes.....oh yes... yes...."
This time the sensation of him suckling on her nipple actually made her cry out in exquisite, sharp pleasure.....a high bittersweet sound that made him take hold of her so tightly that she cout feel the bite of his fingers against the flesh of her waist, his mouth sucking her nipple so demandingly that she wasn't sure she would last much longer.
She could feel the sexual tension that he was creating within her coiling and stretching like a taughtly drawn cord  from her breasts right the way down her body so that her pussy ached as hotly as her breasts and her need for him drenched her skin in moist heat.
And somehow as though he knew how and where the cord ran and why, he started to trace it's path along her body until the sensation of his mouth at her most intimate place made her tremble wildly and cry out to him, that she couldn't bear more.
However Jon was not done tormenting her, he placed his nose against her pussy and inhaled deeply, he loved the aroused scent her, keeping his hands around her waist to lock her in place, his one hand moved to her breast while the other settled in her pussy. God's she was bloody wet. It took all his self control not to claim her right at the moment. He slid his finger past her swollen bud and meaty lips down to her honeypot. Already needy and wet, his finger eaisly sank into her, earning him a soft moan. She was tight, so tight, that his cock could easily strain the life out of him. Fighting his want  he delved further, inch by inch, fighting the restraints pushed by her velvety walls. His other hand twisted the hard peaks while giving gentle squeezes inbetween, making her core warm and dripping in no time. Her lips opened in a silent 'ah'. He gently stroked her walls, easing his finger out slowly and pushing it back, relishing every corner of her hidden depth.
His fingers moved deeper within her with each stroke, filling her virgin pussy to its capacity. Slick thumb gently pressed her swollen clit before circling and finally strumming it, to match the increased pace of the culprit fingers as her hips moved in sync, tightening everything around it. Pleasure ripped through her body. He pulled out his fingers and licked it, as she struggled to control her breathing.
Her eyes wet with tears, she tried to tell him how not even all these years of wanting this, of aching for him had prepared her for the intensity of what she was experiencing.....
"I never knew it would be like this......." she told him hopelessly. "All these years and I never knew it could be....it would be......"
She felt his own hand tremble as he cupped her face and kissed her gently, his mouth absorbing the dampness of her emotional tears.
"No," he told her thickly, "but I did." And then he was kissing her as Daenerys had never know that it was possible to be kissed, so that the pressure of his mouth and the thrust of his tongue was an act of possession as intimate and shockingly intense as the final act of possession itself.
His hands swept down her body, his thighs nudging hers apart, his body so fully aroused that her hot flood of eager response was shot through, with small bright sparks of apprehensive female awe and female pride at knowing that she was the one that had aroused him so intensely, that she was the ine he wanted, the one.....
The touch if his hand against her pussy as he stroked her swamped her with hot fork lightning darts if pleasure, making her move her body closer to him, making her......
She reached down for his hand, her voice unsteady with emotion as she told him, "No, not that....it's you I want.....you." And then as her control broke when he moved over her, then into her, she cried out, "Oh, yes....yes.....oh Robb I want you soo much......."
"Robb!"
The name was snarled at her, hurled back at her, the exquisite, unbearable, unimaginable pleasure of the slow penetration of her body by his ceasing in mid-thrust as she felt him grasp her shoulders then lift one hand to her face as he demanded savagely, "open your eyes Daenerys.....I'm not Robb."
No ofcourse he wasn't Robb. How could she have ever imagined that he was, deceived herself that he was, believed that he was?
Daenerys agonised in shocked  self-awareness as she looked up into the icy, furious glare of Jon's eyes.
Her teeth started to chatter, her brain seized up by a nausea so intense that it paralyzed any rational thought.
Like someone in s trance, she stared up at Jon. Jon, who had touched her more Intimately than any other msn had ever done. Jon who had made her body feel.... want. Jon who.....
He had started nto withdraw from her but her body had no intention of giving up on the pleasure that his had promised it, her body had no conscience, no awareness, no knowledge, after all, of Robb as it's lover, her body only knew the pleasure that Jon had given it and as it tightened and clung to his any she heard herself uttering a surprisingly fierce and strong, "No."  Daenerys eye's registered her own confusion and disbelief.
It was Robb she loved, Robb she wanted, she protested inwardly to her wayward flesh, but it didn't want to listen to her. It knew no Robb, it only wanted what it wanted.....must have what it had been promised, and as Jon started again to withdraw from her Daenerys found that somehow, without knowing how, she was actually moving against him, reaching out to hold in to him, imploring him with words she would once have denied that she could ever bring herself to day to any man, no matter how much she loved him....much less this man.
"No! Please don't.....I want you.....I want you....oh please....I want you so much....."
The words became a husky rythmic accompaniment to the increasingly urgent movements of her body as she tried frantically to draw him deeper within herself, tried and unbelievably, it seemed, succeeded, Daenerys realised in a dizzy, trembling with relief.
She was too caught up in the intensity of her body's drive towards its sensual goal to be able to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure of that deepening sense of fullness within her, she was so caught up in it that nothing, nothing could bee allowed to bring an end to that sensation of heady, addictive pleasure.
She wanted him, needed him, ached for him too much to care about what he was actually saying as his body began to move within hers.
"No, you don't Dany, you want my brother. But I'm the one you've got. I'm the one who's touched you, caressed you, aroused you, shown you..... taught you what it is to feel real physical desire, instead of dreaming some idealised dream, and I'm the one......"
When he heard her cry out he stopped speaking abruptly, his hand tangling in her hair so that he could look into her eyes before she could defend herself  from him and close them.
The pain so sharp that it had been responsible for her high pitched shocked cry, had gone as quickly as it had come, but the ache which had perceeded it had not , nor the need or the slight trembling of her body. And the quickened pace of her breathing had nothing to do with any fear or desire for him to stop.
He was doing it deliberately, Dany guessed. Having deliberately aroused her, he now wanted to humiliate and punish her by stopping and.....
Angry years filled her eyes as she glared back at him. "You can't do this to me," she protested frantically. "You can't leave me now, without.....you can't....."
She didn't see his expression before, without warning his lids dropped, his lashes veiling it from her.
He wasn't looking at her face anymore, Dany recognised, but he was looking at her body, at her breasts infact, and as he looked he lifted one hand and cupped one of them, stroking the taut nipple while he asked her softly, "I can't what, Dany?"
She couldn't answer him, the way he was touching her had galvanized her whole body into a shuddering shock of hot, fluid reaction.
"Jon..... Jon..." she heard herself pleading achingly.
"Say it.....say it....say my name,"she heard him telling her softly. "Tell me again how much you want me, Dany. Tell me again what it is you want, Dany.....who it is you want. My god, if you knew....."
Dany knew she should stop him, tell him that she hated him, loathed him, detested him, but she only knew that she wouldn't, couldn't...she was blind, deaf, dumb to everything but the urgency he had generated within her. If he stopped making love to her now, without..... before.....she thought that she would die.
"I want you Jon...I want you... only you..."she whispered obediently,her breath catching in her throat as she responded to the deep rythm that he was slowly imposing on her...... felt it, clung to it, ached for it and finally, as she heard herself cry out his name, abandoned herself totally to it, letting him drive her beyond the safe, known edge of her universe and out into the void beyond it, carried along by wave after wave of pleasure and the hot pulsing if his own release within her.
Her body was still trembling with the aftershock of it many minutes later when she fell into an exhausted sleep.
Jon watched her broodingly for several seconds, his mouth bitter, before turning his back on her and putting as much distance between them as he could.