Forever and Always // Aemond Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen

18. All That Matters

 "Sorry," Beka whispered, nuzzling her nose against Daemon.

"You can make it up to me later." Daemon assured holding her tight to him. 

"I promise," she said, squeezing her thighs tight around his waist. "Until then, how about supper?"

He delivered one last quick kiss before walking back to where she first attacked him with a hug and picked up two bags.

"Your favorite." He remarked. She had been so distracted by him that she had blocked out everything else, including the heavenly smell of garlic and pasta.

"Have I mentioned how much I love you?"

"Maybe a time or two, but you can never say it enough." he assured her.

"I love you."

"I love you, more." Just like the first time, heat bloomed on her cheeks, and her heart fluttered. She closed her eyes to live in the moment, taking her first deep breath in what felt like an eternity. He kissed her again, hands slipping under her dress squeezing her ass, she hummed into him, aching for more. 

 "Dammit," she exclaimed with mock regret. "You distracted me what were we doing?" Daemon chuckled kissing her neck as her legs fell to the ground. 

"The almost orgasms will get you every time." he teased.

"I welcome them when they do." He squeezed her hand in his before Beka moved to the food peering into the bags. She took a bite, licking at her lips as she looked to him. 

"Beka." Daemon growled. 

"What?" She asked innocently dragging her finger from her lips. 

 "Don't you fucking dare." He warned

"Don't what?" she asked barely above a whisper. His beautiful wife watched him with storms lingering behind her eyes.

"Taunt me like that." Daemon begged. Beka chuckled licking the sauce from her lips. "Want to know why?"

"Not really," she answered, barely getting the words out past a thick swallow. He breathed a laugh, taunting her with his slow smile.

 ''I see it as a reason to feel your bare ass under my palm." The dark clouds cleared, and her eyes blazed back to life like an electrical fire. "I love when you taunt me, so I have the opportunity to watch your soft skin flush hot, burning red in the shape of my palm."

"You want me..." God, he loved hearing her try to sound so strong. Her words defied him, but the breathy voice gave away how much she wanted it too. 

"My sweet Rebekah," he murmured, stroking his thumb gently along the pounding pulse at her wrist. All of it just to lure her into a sense of calm while his other hand snapped out to grip her hip hard.

"You're mine." Then he whirled her around, pinning her hips to the hard counter with him. He skated his hand up her spine, burying it in the blonde curls. He loved to coil between his fist, and shoved her forward. Leaning over her back, he pinned her hand to the table with a silent order to stay before moving his palm over her small curves to her button. While he got to work pulling at the strings of them, he bit his way up her neck to her ear.

She gasped when he roughly jerked her dress down over her hips.

She was everything all wrapped up in one. She was a bossy bitch and a kind soul. She was need and want. She was insecure and confident. She was pleasure and pain. She was dominance and submission. And she was all his. 

He shifted his attention back up her body, reaching under her, forcing her to curl her back to his front to make room for his hands. Fabric tore, and buttons rattled across the table to the floor.

"Your tits barely fill my hands," he said, stroking across her nipples. She moaned, pressing her ass into his crotch—trying to control the situation. "Nice try, love." Her moans turned to gasps when he gripped the hard tips between his fingers and played, switching between rolls and strokes and painful pinches and hard tugs. She whimpered, and he knew she held her pleas for more on the tip of her tongue. He had no doubt that by the time he finished, she wouldn't be able to hold anything back. She tried to follow him when he stood upright behind her, but he shoved her back down. Without any warning, he made his first strike, pulling a shocked cry from her full lips. He stroked her pale cheek, loving the shape of his hand blooming red. The first smack always left him high on power, leaving his mark. 

"You are mine." Beka corrected. 

"Always... and forever." Daemon agreed.

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"I hear little Davina footsteps." Daemon mumbled pulling Beka closer. "Just be very quiet and she wont know we are here."

"She loves you." Beka whispered as his hands ran over her back and squeezed her ass. 

"She's five, she loves everyone that gives her attention." Daemon offered. 

"She loves you." Beka corrected. 

"I love her. She's great." Daemon agreed softly as Beka stared getting dressed. "Hey trouble." Daemon remarked pulling open the door. 

"You knew it was me." Davina declared impressed. 

"I know your little footsteps." Daemon agreed and Davina smiled up at him before seeing Beka and running past Daemon. "I see who the favorite is." Daemon remarked closing the door. "But shes my favorite too." 

"I'm your favorite." Davina corrected. 

"You are my favorite." Beka agreed. 

"Can we pick a dress and Fury wants to come. Can I tell everyone yet?" Davina questioned happily. 

"No one knows yet but you." Daemon corrected

"Why cant we tell everyone?" Davina questioned.

"Because its a secret." Daemon reminded her.

"But shes going to look so pretty. Everyone should see her!" Davina declared.

"I havent really told my parents yet." Beka agreed. "My siblings..."

"Oh... we tell them then." Davina agreed. 

"It's a bit more complicated than that." Beka offered. 

"But you love each other." Davina remarked. 

"We do." Daemon agreed. 

"Then thats all that matters."