Undisclosed Desires

Chapter 33

Jarrett

"I'm not afraid," Visenya said softly, as if sensing he was concerned that she would be. But she understood why he chose to keep the sapphire hidden. Her face softened when he mentioned not wanting to hurt her. "I appreciate you trying," she admitted, knowing it probably wasn't easy for him not to react to her brothers, and they would easily quarrel with him.

She knew things between he and her brothers would never resolve. She recalled her mother's horrified face on the night he lost his eye, all of her children covered in blood. Visenya had been the only one to try and help Aemond out of Rhaenyra's children, and the blood that had covered her had been his. It had been the last time she'd really seen him before her mother had decided to take them to Dragonstone.

Visenya managed a short not when he mentioned about not wanting to be unhappy either, and how it was her time to see if it were time to stand tall, like Rhaenyra. She had Rhaenyra had a strained relationship. The young girl resented her mother trying to build her in a similar image to herself. Rhaenyra would often complain that her daughter was a little too similar to the Rogue Prince. Visenya had wanted to tell him that she wasn't her parents, that she had more resolve than that, but that would be admitting to the indiscretions of her mother and father, and that was certainly not a conversation for today she decided.

The white haired girl turned, watching Aemond curiously, she could tell that he was debating on if he should follow her or not. "You are getting slow in your old age, Uncle," she called to him playfully. "Can you not catch me?" Visenya raised a playful eyebrow at him. One of her favorite games as a child had been chase. Many a day she had spent tearing through the gardens, finding somewhere to hide.

Visenya leaned down, taking off her shoes so he wouldn't be able to hear her movements clicking on any of the path, lifting her skirts a little so she could more freely, as she moved further into the garden, just out of his view. Her laughed and giggles echoed around the garden. She needed this, she needed something to make her feel more alive – not just a stuffy royal to put on a pedestal until marriage.

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Harwin couldn't help but cuss at her words. "This is my hole to fill, do you understand?" he grunted as he picked up his pace, ensuring to angle himself in the right way – hearing his wife's moans and cries only spurred him on further. He angled himself differently so he hit deeper, letting out his own groan of approval. He was happy to do this for the rest of his life with Rila, she was right, she was made for him.

"I want to hear you beg me to fill you, my love," he growled as his thumb found her clit, starting to work it quickly, groaning as he did so, feeling her tighten around him. "Your dirty little mouth is going to make me cum," he growled as he leaned down, moving so that her legs were more free, kissing her needily as he thrust into her in quick, hard strokes. "That's it...That's it my beautiful little wife..." he groaned as he kissed her again before pulling back to angle himself differently.

His hand worked at the little bundle of nerves between her legs, taking over from her fingers, knowing he could go faster and wanting her to enjoy finding her peak as he chased is, pounding into her with every thrust.

At her request, he smirked, pulling her legs around his waist as he leaned forwards, pulling her up into his arms, not pulling out of her. "Whatever my wife wishes for," he nipped at her ear as he carried her over to the door with ease. The blessings of their size difference meant that he could lift her with ease, and hold her without blinking.

He propped her against the door, keeping one arm around her, the other pawing at her breasts as he began to thrust up, into her, once finding his positioning, he began to do so at an unforgiving pace, his eyes not leaving hers, determined to see her eyes roll back into her head and for her to beg him for her pleasures.

"I won't hold for much longer my love, your pussy is working over me," he growled softly, as he kissed at her lips needily. Harwin knew he could recover fairly quickly, and planned on spilling his seed inside her more than once this evening. "You...were definitely made...just for me..." he panted softly against her ear, his brow damp, his voice hoarse with lust. He meant every word he said. "I will do this...until the end of our days," he promised her, smirking a little at the sound of the slickness as they joined together.