The Realms Rose | Aemond Targaryen / Daemon Targaryen

XIX

Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift

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As he lay there, panting and exhausted, she was a mixture of emotions. Guilt for betraying her husband, and excitement at the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

She could feel the weight of his body on top of hers, the heat of his skin and the rapid beat of his heart. The air between them was charged with more than just exhaustion, the tension palpable as they both lay there, breaths mingling together breathlessly.

She found herself staring up at him, mesmerized by the way his face looked moments after such an intense moment. He was beautiful, his hair a mess and his eyes staring back down at her in a heavy lidded gaze. Every part of him seemed to draw her in and tempt her to explore more.

Without thinking, she reached out, her fingers tracing the hard edge of his jaw and the column of his throat.

As her fingers skimmed over his flesh, tracing and mapping the contours of his face, he closed his eyes with a long moan. His head tilted into her touch, leaning into her like a cat.

"Gods..." He whispered. "You're going to be the death of me, little rose."

"A sweet death, though, I should hope." She teased, her fingers tracing over his lips. "But you're not one to talk my Prince, how many hearts do you think you've broken since you started chasing skirts?"

His lips parted, a low groan escaping him as her fingers danced over them. He captured her hand in his mouth, his teeth grazing gently against the pads of her fingers, his tongue flicking out to taste the flesh.

His gaze burned into hers, the heat of his gaze more potent than any fire as he stared down at her. "What can I say? I have a weakness for beautiful, forbidden things."

A shiver rippled down her spine, the depth of desire in his words more than enough to stoke the fire in her belly. Every word, every small touch was like a burst of sparks against her skin, leaving her feeling as though she were already in flames.

"And what happens when you've had your fill of the forbidden?" She questioned, her voice a sultry whisper. "What then? Move on to the next forbidden object of your desire?"

He considered her words for a moment, his gaze flickering over her features before he grinned, feral and sinful.

"You assume I would ever have my fill." He drawled, his voice a low taunt. "I am like a dragon with gold - one taste of a precious thing and you're forever chasing your vice. I could gorge myself on you for a hundred years and still crave more."

He pushed himself up to his feet, pulling his breaches up over his legs. "Come on, now." He cooed at her. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Her cheeks flushed as he gave her a knowing look, before her eyes were drawn to him as he stood, pulling up his breeches. She swallowed hard as she took in the sight of him; half-naked and glorious.

"Alright." She whispered, allowing him to wipe the seed that he had spilled over her abdomen.

His touch was softer than the finest silk, his eyes focused intently on the task at hand as he took a clean cloth to her stomach, gently cleaning away the remnants of their passion.

His eyes darkened as he stared at her stomach, his gaze taking in the sight of his mark on her skin. A part of him preened at the sight, the possessiveness he was cursed with rearing its head as he gently cleaned her.