Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

Part 27

"Aahh..."Aenyra barely recognized the sound of her own voice as a moan slipped from her parted lips, raw and breathless.

Aemond lifted his head from her neck, his hands trailing slowly down her legs, fingers gliding along her calves as he pushed the fabric of her dress higher and higher. When her long, toned legs were bare before him, he knelt and placed open-mouthed kisses between her inner thighs—slow, deliberate, worshipful.

The sensation was unfamiliar—intimate in a way she'd never known. Aenyra trembled, her breath catching, her body reacting before her mind could comprehend the overwhelming newness of his touch.

As his mouth trailed higher along her thigh, a soft, breathless moan escaped her lips—
"Aemond..."

If he thought he'd lost control before, he was wrong. Hearing his name spill from her mouth like that—needy, unrestrained, anything but innocent—was enough to shatter the last thread of restraint he clung to.

With one swift motion, he pushed the rest of the fabric up to her waist, revealing the soaked heat of her desire. He didn't hesitate. He lowered his head, his mouth claiming her with a hunger that had been simmering for years.

Aenyra's eyes flew open, her breath caught in her throat as she looked down—utterly undone by the sight of Aemond between her thighs.

Oh shit, ohh my gods

Aenyra's senses were overwhelmed, her body trembling beneath Aemond's touch as he kissed her with a devotion that made her breath catch. Every movement was slow, deliberate—worshipful. He treated her like she was something sacred, something he had waited his whole life to hold.

His lips traced a path down her body, leaving warmth in their wake. When he reached the inside of her thigh, he paused, glancing up at her with eyes dark with desire but softened with care.

"Aemond..." she whispered, her voice barely more than breath.

The sound of his name on her lips undid him completely.

With the gentlest touch, he spread her legs and kissed higher, his breath warm against her most sensitive place. Aenyra gasped, the sensation new and overwhelming, but she didn't shy away. Instead, her fingers found his hair, grounding herself in him.

Aemond moved slowly, reverently, tasting her with aching patience. Every motion of his tongue was careful, guided not just by desire, but by a need to learn her—every breath, every reaction, every sound she made just for him. When he slipped a single finger inside her, her body arched off the bed, a gasp escaping her lips as her walls fluttered around the intrusion. It wasn't just pleasure—it was something deeper, something sacred.

Aenyra's eyes fluttered shut, her heart racing, her body opening to the only man she had ever wanted.

As he slid a second finger inside her, Aemond picked up the pace, his fingers and tongue moving in a perfectly wicked rhythm that made her head spin. Aenyra's hand flew to his hair, fingers tangling tightly as she anchored herself to him, her body rocking against his mouth with a desperate need she couldn't contain.

She was completely lost in him—his touch, his mouth, the relentless wave of pleasure he was pulling from her body.

"Aemond... gods—Aemond," she moaned, the sound raw and echoing in the stillness of the chamber.

Her release came crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body arched, trembling violently as wave after wave of euphoria rippled through her, her cries filling the room, his name spilling from her lips like a confession.

When the sensations finally began to ebb, Aenyra slowly sat up, her breath shaky, her body still trembling. Embarrassment flickered across her face as her eyes met Aemond's—his mouth glistening, his smirk lazy and satisfied.