The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter sixteen (Smut warning)

There is nothing more humbling than another smut chapter, right?

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The tension in the air filled the room completely. Aemond had not expected his love to start bossing him around like that. Nevertheless, he did what he was told.

Removing his clothes was a bit harder now that he already had broke a sweat from the whole foreplay session. The leather of his tunic stick to the cotton shirt underneath.

As he was struggling, he looked over at Vis, who was just sitting on the bed, leaned back with her weight on her arms, observing him.

"Are you not gonna lend me a hand, princess?" He lifts his gaze from his own hands, waiting for an answer.

"No." Is all she says, shaking her head to let the curls on front of her face fall back slightly. Aemond let's his gaze fall from her sweet face and down to her chest, then back up meeting her eyes again. Vis has the same sly smirk on her lips.

"Hmm,"
She can tell that he would prefer her to help him, but she had already decided that she wanted to watch him undress in front of her.

Her eyes follow his hands that now are working on the laces holding his trousers together. When they are loosened, he pushes the sleeves of his tunic off.

Finally, it is off his torso and in his hands. He tosses it on the floor beside him as he steps closer to the girl on the bed, placing himself between her legs. He reaches out for her face and cups it in his hands.

"Do you know what happens when a girl is cheeky?" He asks, meeting her eyes. She just shakes her head.

"Want to find out?" He adds, tightening his cup around her face to a strong grip. She doesn't answer, just reaches her hands up to hook her fingers over the hemline of Aemonds pants.

She pulls them down his thighs, making sure not to break the eye contact she has with him.

"Good girl." He mumbles, letting go of his grip before bending down and placing a long kiss on her lips. He straightens himself up after, snaking his legs completely out of the pants now, kicking them in the direction of where he tossed his tunic.

He crosses his arms and pulls the undershirt over his head, just letting it go. He reaches for Vis' hand and pulls her up and close to him.

Yet again, this was NOT his intention when he had dragged Vis into his chambers. He was going to offer that they talked, as they had barely had a proper conversation yet.

Though he understood quickly that planning to talk to a woman he so easily desired would simply be impossible. First of all, she was a massive tease. And when she first started with her looks and smiles, her body language.

He knew it was a done deal. He had actually been proud of himself last night when he had left her in a drunken state as she was THAT close to get him, already.

He knew very well that he was gonna have his hands full with her in this marriage. Heck, even the fact that she didn't even seem to be the least bothered by the fact that they had been betrothed that fast seemed silly to him. Must be a record, he thought.

Even though he wished really badly to treat her just as he wanted for the rest of the evening, he also had it in the back of his head that he had already had her that day. She was probably tired, just too polite to admit it.

It wasn't for her lack of trying to fire him up, though. No, she didn't seem to know her limit. But he knew what a limit was, and she had certainly crossed hers for the day.

So instead of taking advantage of the situation and fuck her all over again as he so graciously, desperately wanted, he stopped himself. Even though he was already hard, and she already naked. He managed to cut off the whole setting by guiding her to the bed.