Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

Part 37

Chasing Aemond back into the castle, Aenyra hurried to catch up with him. But every time she caught a glimpse of his figure in the distance, he would disappear around another corner. Her heels echoed sharply against the stone floors as she moved deeper into the Red Keep, the silence around her growing heavier with each step.

It wasn't long before she realized she had arrived at Maegor's Holdfast—just outside Aemond's chambers.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and pushed the door open, revealing Aemond standing in the center of the room, as if he had been waiting for her.

She closed the door quietly behind her and turned to face him. His eye narrowed, and his brow furrowed, the tension between them thick and immediate.

Aenyra was the first to break the silence.

"Tell me—why didn't you come back to me? Where were you? Were you with that Baratheon whore last night?"

Aemond said nothing as he slowly inched closer, his gaze raking down her body—lingering on the open slits of her gown that revealed flashes of porcelain skin.

"Answer me—you're fucking her, aren't you? Even after everything you told me! Or was it all just a lie?" Aenyra's voice was steady, her resolve sharp as steel as she stood her ground.

His eye snapped up to meet hers, fury and something else flickering behind it. He stopped just before her, searching her face—taking in the anger, the pain, the fire that only she carried. Then, without a word, he leaned in and crushed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

Aenyra moaned into it despite herself.

But her fury surged back, and she tore away from him, her palm cracking across his cheek.

When she raised her hand again, Aemond caught her wrist mid-air, gripping it firmly.

She was livid, trembling with it.

"Don't touch me," she hissed. "Don't you dare touch me, Aemond. Not until you tell me the truth. I deserve that—after everything we've been through."

"Who?" he demanded, more forcefully this time, his two fingers slipping between her already wet folds in a teasing way. His eye boring into hers with such intensity it sent shivers down her spine

"You, Aemond! I belong to you!" she cried, her voice breaking free, raw and full of fire. The moment the words left her mouth, something snapped between them—something primal and unstoppable.

Aemond crashed his lips onto hers, devouring her answer, his tongue pushing past her eager lips in a searing kiss. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he carried her with purpose, holding her firmly in place like she was the only thing anchoring him to the world.

Their breaths mingled between kisses—desperate, hot, and heavy.

"Aemond, please—tell me you love me," Aenyra whimpered between gasps, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. His lips paused at her jaw, his breath brushing against her skin as he spoke, voice low and firm.

"Aenyra," he said, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes—his voice low, trembling with truth. "I don't just love you. I am utterly in love with you. You haunt every corner of my mind, every breath, every heartbeat. I've loved you for my entire life, even when I mistook that love for hatred. Even when I felt like it would tear me apart."

His thumb brushed along her cheek, slow and reverent, his touch trembling like he wasn't sure she was real. "You were always the beginning and the end of me."

Aenyra swallowed thickly at his declaration, her heart pounding beneath her ribs.

It was as if he had reached into her soul and spoken the truth she had always held close to her heart.