After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines...
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Chapter Fifty-Three: The Calm Before
Vhaela Targaryen
A soft even breath tickles up against my neck which stirs me awake. My body is scorching hot and as I flutter my eyes open; I find the culprit. As my eyes adjust to the brightness of the room, I find Aemond's arm draped around me.
He hugs me close to him creating no distance between us which explains the unbearable heat. But I was a Targaryen, and we enjoyed the heat. So, I begin to shift in his arms and find myself facing him. Under my movement, I watch as Aemond begins to stir awake.
His hand begins to gently move from my stomach toward my side which entraps me in his hold. When his eye opens a soft smile makes its way to my lips. My hand moves its way up his stomach and lands on his hard chest.
"You are unbelievably hot you know." I voice my slight discomfort.
But I should have known better as I hear Aemond say with a large smirk, "Oh I know."
A loud scoff instantly comes from my throat at his words. My eyes roll with a soft head shake at his immaturity. I feel his hand move from my side and up to my silver-wavy hair. He stares at me with his smirk glancing down at my lips every so often.
He then says, "And you snore unbelievably loud for someone your size."
I gasp out at him and move to hit his chest with my hand as I protest loudly, "I do not!"
Aemond simply lets out a laugh which causes my eyes to playfully narrow. But the sight of that only causes his laughter to grow. So, I move to hit his chest again but with his free hand, he quickly grabs ahold of it before it makes contact.
He firmly holds it away from his chest and gives me a mischievous grin. I narrow my eyes his way before he pounces on me. His lips meet mine and it causes a smile to widen on my mouth. Aemond moves his lips down my jawline and toward my neck.
He sucks on my skin causing a light moan to sound out in his chamber. I move one of my legs and wrap it over his body pulling our bodies even closer together if it was possible. His hard stomach is pressed against my soft flesh.
Then with a swift movement, I use my leg to leverage myself and wind up on Aemond's stomach. Both of my hands land on his chest causing me to keep up straight. His eye slightly widens at my sudden movement but as he lowers his stare to my exposed chest it shines.
My legs are on either side of his torso with my bare flesh sitting on his hard stomach. His hands move to my backside, and he firmly grips my ass. Despite the desire that swirls in his eye I give him a soft look. My attention turns to his eyepatch.
A slight frown makes its way to my lips as I move my hand up to delicately touch it. I watch as his eyebrow twitches under my touch. His leather eyepatch is soft under my fingers and when my fingers raise to the straps, I slowly begin to remove it.
