Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

Part 28

As Aenyra slept soundly in his arms, Aemond stirred not long after. He let his fingers drift through the silken strands of her long hair, tracing the curve of her hip with quiet reverence. The faint light of dawn crept through the nearby window, casting a soft, golden glow across her face. He stared, utterly captivated—unable to believe she was truly here, in his arms after all these years.

Aemond shifted slightly, drawing her closer into his chest, his lips curling into a faint, drowsy smile.

"Aemond," Aenyra murmured, still lost in sleep, her voice no louder than a breath.

His heart swelled at the sound. Smiling quietly to himself. Aemond brushed a loose lock from her face and leaned in to press a soft kiss to the scar near her hairline.

It was as if she took over his mind, making him unable to fall back asleep.

He leaned back against the headboard, gaze lingering on her as if memorizing every inch of her. He lay there in silence, basking in the warmth of her naked body pressed against his. Yet, his mind drifted back to the letter he'd received years ago—the one that had torn them apart, filling him with bitterness and hate. Not to mention the countless letters they had sent each other but never received. Someone had been working hard to drive a wedge between them.

He couldn't believe how much of a fool he'd been to trust his grandsire Otto when he told him Aenyra was betrothed to that wolf from Winterfell. The rumors Otto so readily accepted were nothing but a lies.

Aemond scoffed quietly

Someone did this. But who?
It had to be someone close—someone at Dragonstone, someone near Aenyra.

Aenyra began to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she felt Aemond's fingers threading through her hair. A sleepy, ear-to-ear smile spread across her face, warmed by the tenderness of his touch.

"Aemond," she murmured softly, lifting her head from his chest to meet his gaze.

"Mmm." Aemond hummed, his voice low and content as he looked down at her, a rare tenderness softening his sharp features. He leaned in closer, savoring the peaceful moment between them.

Aenyra reached up, cupping his cheek with a warm hand before drawing his lips to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss.

"What was that for?" he asked as she pulled away, a glimmer of curiosity in his voice.

She only shook her head, a cheesy grin spreading across her face—one that he couldn't help but mirror.

Bliss radiated through her, deep and unshakable.

Then, realization flickered across her expression as she glanced down at their still-bare bodies. Shared memories from last night came crashing back to her, making her body hot. She had given herself to him last night, body and soul.  He had made her feel unimaginable things. Her core began to feel wet as she looked at the hardness between his legs.

Sitting up, she shifted, swinging a leg over to straddle him, settling firmly on his lap.

Aemond's breath caught in his throat as her bare breast that were hidden beside his chest came into view, his hands moving instinctively to grip her hips, holding her firmly against him.

She ached faintly from the night before, but the heat between her legs flared anew as she felt the firmness of him pressing against her. The anticipation made her even slicker with need.

"Aenyra, what are you—" he began, but the words caught in his throat the moment she rolled her hips forward, dragging her wet folds against him.

A shiver ran through his spine, and he cursed softly under his breath.