His to Take- Aemond Targaryen

"How many women have you loved my lord?," she panted out through quickened breaths.

"Many and none," he replied as he nipped at the soft flesh of her neck. He reveled in the way it gave way beneath his teeth, how the skin of her waist yielded to his callused fingers. She was as putty in his hands, to mold and manipulate as he saw fit.

"I have something I must tell you," she said as she tried to pull away from him. His hands tightened pulling her in closer, reluctant to let her go.

"Are you going to tell me that I can finally have you?," he asked.

She moaned a sigh of sadness. More than anything she wished to give herself to him, to lay beneath him and bare her everything before him. To lay mind, body, and soul naked before his enormity, but that would not be possible. Not any longer.

"My father-," she started.

"Is a fool," Aemond shot back, cutting her off, "if he thinks I'm going to let you go so easily."

"Aemond," she moaned out. He reached back and began to undo her dress.

She could tell by his demeanor this time there was no talking him down. He was intent and determined.

"So you know," she huffed out between gasps, "you know I am powerless to say no."

"Then you know you cannot deny me."

Aemond had found out much earlier in the day, from her father in fact, that he intended to and had even already promised her hand to a Stark. Disrespected, didn't even begin to come close to how he felt.

"I know I have a duty to my family and I cannot continue to see you this way my lord," she sobbed as she tried to pull away from him, to fight against his advances.

Every part of her being wanted to yield to him more than anything. Her innocence was still in tact and there was a strong desire between the both of them to see that undone.

Aemond lusted after her so strongly. His desire was almost primordial in its recklessness. He wanted nothing more than to tear her apart and he cared not what the fall out was behind it. So her new husband lay with her only to discover her flower had been plucked by another, who would dare stand before him, the Prince, and challenge him? And should she fall with his child, what of it?

He hoped to fill her to the brim and send her off to her lord husband tomorrow with his seed spilling down her inner thigh. Maybe it would even quicken and lord Stark would have his silver haired son's squealing echoing throughout his halls.

A devilish grin spread across his face at the thought. He began to feverishly rip at her bodice. A squeal of both pleasure and fear ripped past her lips as she fought back against him.

"Aemond please," she begged as he ripped away her top, exposing her breasts.

Aemond picked her up, whisking her away to his bed that lie just behind them. She fell down with a soft thud on the feather mattress, her body relaxing amongst the silk sheets.

The need to yield to him was ever present and burning. If she could but feel his mouth on her, his hands all over and inside her. Her cheeks flushed red at the thought. What was she even doing here? Why had she come?

Truth be told she knew what would happen if she told Aemond that they could no longer see one another. Aemond was many things foremost among them he was prideful. He would not be denied and she knew this. If she was to go she would go with a bang.

Her legs parted slightly in invitation, welcoming him in with all the reckless abandon of blind ambition. He bent to his knees to get closer to her wetness. The last of her dress fell away before him as he kissed up and down her inner though eliciting coos of pleasure from her sweet lips.