A Valyrian Heart

Chapter Twenty-Three

Baela found herself against the wall, legs wrapped around the one eyed Prince's hips as he thrusted lazily into her. Sex for them has always been fast, angry and passionate, it was a way for them to let off some steam. To indulge in the forbidden feelings they both shouldn't even have for each other. Baela had only had sex with Aemond a handful of times, her cousin took greater pleasure in teasing her. He would rather have his head between her legs, eating her out like a hungered man than fuck her.

Which was why she didn't understand what had prompted this sudden hunger in him. Her legs had gone soft by now, she could hardly keep up with the time anymore, but she was very much aware that several hours had passed since Aemond dragged her to this dark corner to have his way with her. With how slow he fucked her, she was almost convinced that he wished for someone to walk in on them, for the rumours to start spreading of Baela's infidelity.

Where was this possessiveness of his when she had been asked to marry Aegon the first time?. Baela moans weakly as she feels another orgasm coming, her legs tightened around Aemond as she tipped over the edge. Aemond continued fucking her, with his tongue lapping at the skin of her neck. Baela had just about enough, there were other things she needed to sort out. She wants to ready herself for the first night that would inevetibly be expected of she and her new husband. If Aemond tired her out now....

" Aemond, stop this " her hands comes up to his chest and she tries to push him away, the prince doesn't budged. He thrusts into her deeper making her lose her composure momentarily. " I...I need to leave..."

" Where would you go? " He groans, he was keeping himself back from spilling inside her. Cumming now would bring an end to their intimate session " Where else would you want to be?"

" By...my husband's side "

Aemond snarls " You think he has time for you? He is probably at a whorehouse somewhere, drinking himself to a stupor and making more bastard children with some peasant woman "

" You are so spiteful " Sometimes her cousin could be so overwhelming, it was hard to keep up with his wild thoughts. Aemond ignores her and goes on to trail kisses down her neck, in places he knows his brother was likely to see.

Baela stares blankly at the flickering torchlight hung on the wall, the dance of red is captivating, and it helps her ignore everything else. It's like she's in a world of her own. Ontil she is abruptly dropped to the ground. Baela yelps as pain soars through her ass that had made impact with the concrete. " Aemond!"

" Your mind is elsewhere " Aemond has his back to her as he streghtens himself, when he turns to look at her, his jaw was clenched yet his gaze was nonchalent. " I would rather not fuck a lifeless doll "

" I told you I was...Aemond!"

Baela grinds her teeth in anger when the prince takes his leave, not even looking at her once. There was something about this behavior of his that made her feel cheap and disposable. Here she was giving him her time and body on her wedding day, and all he could think about was how preoccupied her mind was. Fucking cocky piece of shit! Always thinking the world revolved around him.

She rises to her feet and makes herself as presentable as she can, though there's not much she can do to salvage her frizzly hair. Baela's legs feel a bit weak as she makes her way through the dim corridors, if she was being slow, it was because she wished to draw this whole day as long as possible. She wasn't as lucky as she would have liked, She ran into Haelena who was about to take Jaehearys to his studies.

" Mother is waiting for you "

" Where?"

" She is with Aegon " Baela's face falls at the thought of being in the same room as those two, she has an idea why the Queen would wish to see her. Haelena gives her a pitying look before hurrying off with her son.