Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Ecstasy

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Chapter Thirty-six~ Ecstasy

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When she arrived back to her chamber she had not been expecting to see Aemond. She'd done her best to avoid him over the last three days.

"Where are the children?" Was the first things she said when she noticed the empty bed.

"With Mother." Aemond replied. He watched as she removed her cloak, revealing a blood stained forest green dress. As he looked closer he saw her hands were stained crimson, little dried traces of red on her cheek and even on the tips of her hair.

"What are you doing in here?" She sighed.

Aemond approched her. "These are my chambers too."

"You have others." She retorted, no trace of kindness in her voice.

"None of them with you." He took her hand in his staring down at her.

She was angry beyond words with him, didn't know if she would ever be able to forgive him for what he had done. But she could not help but love him.

She cursed her heart for it. If he wasn't her life then he would be dead by now.

"Rhaella I cannot do this." He sighed. "I cannot pretend that I am not living solely for you." He admitted. "I cannot let you survive this alone."

She hated him. Hated how his pride and his wrath cost her, her son. But she loved him too.

Rhaella could not bring herself to say anything, knowing that if she did it would only be venom she spat from her tongue. But she needed him to know that she loved him.

So she kissed him.

The rage that bubbled inside her needed something that would subside it. And she had to wait at least a few more hours till she returned to inflict hell upon Blood.

Rhaella pulled Aemonds leather shirt from his shoulders, running her hands along his chest. Aemond breathed against her lips, reaching his hands over her shoulders to unless her dress.

He leant in to kiss her again, but he felt a sharp pin on his jaw when she dug her nails in to his jaw and forced him to look into her eyes.
"I want you to fuck me." She told him. "Do not be gentle and loving." She pulled her arms from her sleeve's relishing in the way the coldness of the late afternoon air hardened her nipples. "Fuck me like you paid for it."

Aemond didn't need to hear another word. He pulled her with him onto the bed snaking his hand down her body and between her legs.

Rhaella moaned softly into his ear, when his thumb toyed with her bud. But he wasn't listening to her. "Don't make me look elsewhere." She threatened.

Somethings animalistic switched in his head at the mention of her straying away from him.

But Rhaella got what she wanted when she felt him plunge two fingers inside of her, letting his digits dance along her walls and pull her into euphoria.

Her moans were notes from a symphony he had not heard in what felt like centuries. Rhaella pushed his hand into her more, leaning up to kiss him.
His fingers strummed against her walls like he was playing an instrument, urging her to let him finish the song.

But Rhaella was stubborn, and she refused to let him push her from the cliff that she was tipping over.

He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her from the bed and slammed her against the wall, He gripped onto her hips punishingly so that it might bruise, and lifting her so she could hook her legs around his hips. Aemond pressed his hardness against her exposed center, groaning at the feeling of her bare cunt against him.