"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
—S.M.U.T. WARNING. More like slight smut, but you get it. Finally, am I right?—
☆ CHAPTER EIGHT ☆
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{ the altar is my hips }
That night, Valyria stayed late with Cole discussing strategy, when he informed her of the late hour. So, she headed back to her room, which had two new guards posted at her door. She entered, and when the doors closed behind her, her shoulders fell slack.
The weight of the crown was heavy indeed.
She took the ruby thing off and placed it on her dresser while she carefully undid the ties of her dress.
Larger hands replaced hers almost immediately, and warm lips fell on her neck, kissing her collarbone. She bared her neck for Aegon, and he relished her smooth skin.
"Mhm. I missed you today," she murmured as his hands made quick work of undoing her dress. He gently slipped it off her shoulders, and there she stood, bare in her under dress. She opened her eyes slightly and saw a hunger in his eyes as he took in her body.
"Not more than I missed you, Valy," he muttered into her neck while his eyes basically undressed her. She shivered under his gaze, then pouted at what she saw in their reflection.
"Undress," she ordered, and he just groaned, still nipping and kissing at her neck, obviously intent on leaving some sort of a bruise. Trying to mark his territory to all others who see.
"As you wish," he relented, then stepped away. She watched him in the reflection, and she swore she had never seen someone do something with more purpose and action than he at that moment. Finally, he stood there just in his trousers.
Her lips, initially poised to speak, parted in surprise as he surged forward, his intent clear and undeniable. The moment his mouth met hers, a rush of warmth enveloped them both. She melted against him, her body instinctively leaning into his, surrendering to the raw magnetism that had always drawn them together. Aegon's hands cradled her face, his thumbs brushing softly against her cheeks, grounding her even as her mind swirled with dizzying sensations.
Her legs quivered beneath her, wavering with the intensity of his kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of urgency, a hunger that had been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long. Aegon's forcefulness was a familiar dance, one she had learned to embrace despite the initial jolt of surprise. There was something intoxicating about his dominance, about how he could take charge and make her feel utterly cherished and desired all at once.
She stumbled backward at his forcefulness, and soon enough, she was pressed up against the vanity table.
With a swift motion, Aegon lifted her effortlessly, positioning her atop the table as if she weighed nothing at all. Her heart raced with a mix of exhilaration and anticipation, and she instinctively parted her legs, allowing him to settle in between them. His knees pressed against the soft fabric of her dress, nudging its way up her thighs, revealing the delicate skin beneath.
