THE LADY - Jacaerys Velaryon

xxiv. Ñuha Rūklon

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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Ñ U H A R Ū K L O N

JACAERYS' STRONG ARMS warped around her effortlessly, his hands licking around her waist like they were the missing piece from the puzzle. His fingers dug into the fabric of the beige corset she adorned as his other hand slowly traveled the lengths of her skirt further up her leg with every moment.

He was going to take her on the bed of the tavern—because he was so unwieldy desperate— but, Daella said she would 'rather roll in dirt than lay naked upon such a thing.' So the boy practically carried her back to the castle, tackling her into his chambers and pressing her against the wall.

His kisses were soft and gentle when he pecked and nipped at the skin on her neck. His hands comfortingly rubbing circles on the burning flesh that lay upon her wobbly bones.

Daella felt as if Jacaerys' hands would become melted in her flesh since he hadn't yet removed them from her body, not like she was complaining. The closer Jacaerys was to her the less likely she was to let him leave—and she didn't want him to leave.

She let out hums of delight every-time his fingers would toy with an auburn coil, or his tongue would dance over hers, leaving feather like licks to the skin in her mouth.

He felt magnificent, and he wasn't even in her yet. Yet, he made her feel as if she were on top of the world, she believed if she were a dragon rider, this is what flying on dragonback would feel like. Because she felt as if she were soaring through the clouds. He made her feel like she was everything to him.

When she was with him, she didn't care about titles, inheritance or court, when she was with him, she cared about him and only him.

Jacaerys Velaryon was her entire world. And he made her crumble at the seams with a single touch.

Her head was tilted backwards as she meant it upon the cool stone behind her, Jacaerys' body pressed so close to her she could feel every part of him burning with the deepest of desires.

And yet he didn't go any further than a simple kiss on the lips and suck on the neck.

Something was wrong.

Gently, she took her hands and placed them on either side of his face, pulling him to face her and not mark her neck.

"What is wrong?" She asked softly, twirling her fingers around a loose curl from the side of his head. Jacaerys furrowed his brows, nothing was wrong. He had been dreaming. Yearning. For this moment for—what felt like an eternity, why would something be wrong?

But something was wrong.

"How can something be wrong when I'm here with you in my arms?" The prince said, leaning forward to bring her lips into a passionate kiss.

It worked for a moment before Daella gently pushed him away, shoulders clasped in her hands. She could see it in his eyes, he was hesitant, he was unsure. Unsure of what? Did he not wish to be with her, was all the loving gazes and absentminded touches just a game of false to him?