Untouched Gold / Tywin Lannister / Avalon Targaryen (1)

8. Come Up For Air

"I'm sorry about tonight." Avalon remarked as she focused on her feet awkwardly. "My family was out of line." Tywin stared back at her. "Not that I wouldnt marry you. I would." Avalon assured him quickly. "But you just your wife, they should have been more sensitive with your heart."

"And what if my heart is hallow?" Tywin pondered and Avalon finally met his gaze. "What if my heart is hallow without you? Whenever you are gone, I feel empty." Avalon watched him close the distance between them.

"I'm. . . " she tried to say the words, but they barely fell out in a whisper. They were hollow anyway, because suddenly she trapped against his strong body, she clung to him. She didnt know when her hands moved to him but she held him and didnt want to let go. Avalon was still pressed solidly against him, Tywin against her and she stared back at him.

"I'm sor—" she never got to finish before he leaned down and attacked her lips. For as frozen and inactive as he'd been a second before, he was giving it ten times more as he kissed her. He was devouring her, like a desperate man trying to push past all the reasons this was wrong why they shouldnt, why he needed more time to grieve but he didnt because he had long since been in love with Avalon.

To drown in the pleasure of feeling their bodies close. He stared at her as he licked at her lips, her eyes opened in shock she wanted him of course she did but now that his lips were on hers her brain was malfunctioning. But then she opened her mouth, meeting his tongue halfway, tasting him, and on a moan she tried to swallow, his lids slid closed. She dug her hands in his hair and lost herself to the moment.

Avalon closed her eyes and focused solely on the taste of strong black tea on his tongue, the feel of his hands pressed against her back, holding her tight against the erection she could feel against her stomach. He trailed his lips across her cheek and down her neck before working their way up again. This was happening. She couldn't believe it, she had wanted to kiss him for ages and suddenly she didnt remember a moment before she knew his lips, knew the feel of his hands on her skin.

His hands dropped to her ass and squeezed the soft flesh, groaning at the feel of her in his palms. Fuck. Had a man ever sounded so satisfied at just grabbing her ass? She didnt think so, but what did she know? There was before Tywin, during Tywin and there would be no after Tywin, Avalon had decided. She wanted him forever.

Confident in his desire for her she threw everything  had into the kiss. Nipped at his lips, sucked on them the way she wanted to suck on his cock. One hand continued to grip her and hold her close, moving to the center of her bottom where his long fingers reached around the curve of her ass. She wanted to rock her hips back to give him better access, encourage him to go further.

But she was suddenly distracted by his other hand moving around her front, skimming her sides before cupping her breasts. Her nipple hardened even more, almost reaching for his thumb as it circled and flicked across the tip.

Each swipe sent shocks to her cunt and she was almost desperate to rub against him. When was the last time she had been touched from pure desire? She had forgotten how good it felt, how exciting. Adrenaline coursed through her body, making every sensation stronger. She needed more.

"Tywin," she moaned when he'd begun making his way down her neck again. And he froze. His lips halted their descent and the hands that had been pushing her to the edge of exploding, pulled back and curled tight into fists.

"I'm sorry, forgive me-" Tywin began but Avalon kissed him again.

"Dont ever apologize for kissing me." Avalon corrected. A smile curved his face and he lifted her up putting her down on the table in her chambers. her legs wrapped around him as his lips devoured hers again. She wished she never needed to come up for air.