I Am Not a Woman, I'm a God - Jonerys [18+]

And I was catching my breath, barefoot in the wildest winter, catching my death

Love. Grief. Duty. The King and Queen return.

The chapter title and snippet of song lyrics below are from the song Evermore by Taylor Swift.

I forgot to make a collage this time. And WattPad is messing with the damn layout so I can't centre anything. I'll fix it tomorrow if it lets me.
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"And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you
In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you
It was real enough to get me through...
...But I swear, you were there

And I couldn't be sure
I had a feeling so peculiar
This pain wouldn't be for evermore"
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Daenerys

Night clung to the sky outside their fogged windows, and stars winked through the cloud creeping across the vast expanse. She barely noticed. After using the privy and cleaning herself up with a cloth and cold water, she hurried back to bed. Chills raced all over her as she climbed into their fur covered bed, and she quickly snuggled back into the cradle of Jon's body.

He'd woken her a little while earlier as he came back from doing the same and had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows again.

Now, her sore legs and everything else twitched as her cold toes warmed. She thought he was still sleeping when his arm came around her waist, fingers splaying under her breasts and dragging her in until they melted together.

The heat of him bled through her, his hand possessively holding her too-sensitive breast as her pulse jumped in her neck. His easy familiarity and assuredness with her body had always been the most attractive thing about him.

He never allowed her to get far from him and pulled her back if she moved away in her sleep. Her chest and now, her belly, were usually held in some manner.

His thumb smoothed over her nipple, her almost inaudible hiss only made him do it again and the pain turned to a lick of flame as it snaked down her torso. She wriggled closer and blinked sleep out of her eyes.

He was all hardness and a quiet strength that spoke to the darker, lustful side of her. He gently rolled her stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger as she went rigid and gasped. She closed her eyes.

Her teeth bared in a not-quite smile or snarl.

The pain and pleasure were both so sharp, she couldn't decide if she liked it or not.

Jon's mouth was suddenly on her neck, hot and hungry. He kissed and bit her skin. What had gotten into him? She asked herself that same question seconds later when Jon's hand slipped over her body and between her swiftly parted legs.

The first touch of his fingers on her dewy folds decided for her. She loved it.

Her leg hooked backward to give him better access as he left a path of stinging bites from her neck to her ear.

"You are most beautiful when like this. I'm half convinced I've dreamed you up," He said, fingers teasing her clit as she lost track of her thoughts.

Sparks shot through her, heat spread across her cheekbones and behind her eyes, her mouth was dry as she said, "Maybe it's me who is dreaming of you... I think you're beautiful, too. In my head, I tell you all the time."