A smirk tugs at her lips as Daena presses her back against the cool stone, the thrill of the chase still buzzing in her veins. He always catches her in the end. It's a part of the game, a part of the dance they both know so well. She hear him approach, his steps purposeful, a hunter closing in on his prey. Daena holds her breath, relishing the thrill of being caught, knowing what comes next.
And then he's there Ser Harwin Strong, towering and fierce, the firelight casting sharp angles across his rugged features.
He looks at her with that smoldering gaze, dark and intense, his chest heaving as he closes the distance between them.
- You run from me as if you ever wanted to get away - he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down her spine. Daena doesn't reply with words, only a wicked smile that dares him to come closer. And he does, with a predatory grace, until his body is pressed against hers, trapping her between the stone wall and his broad chest. - Caught you, - he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear, one hand sliding up to cradle her jaw while the other grips Daena's waist possessively.
Before she can retort, his lips crash against hers in a kiss, that's anything but gentle. It's all fire and hunger, the pent-up tension of the night spilling over as he devours her with a need that's impossible to hide. Daena kisses him back with equal fervor, fingers tangling in his dark curls as she pull him closer, desperate to close the distance that's been kept between us all night. Every touch, every bite and nip, is laced with the emotions she can't express openly, a love too dangerous to voice in the light of day, but undeniable in moments like this. Harwin's hands roam over her body with a familiarity that sends heat into her core.
He tugs at the laces of her gown, his fingers rough but practiced, until the fabric loosens and falls away, exposing the soft skin of her neck and shoulders. She gasps against his lips as he nips at my throat, the scrape of his teeth drawing a moan from her lips. His own garments follow suit, his tunic and belt discarded hastily, the sound of cloth hitting stone echoing faintly in the small space.
The air between them crackles with a desperate need, the kind that's built up over countless stolen moments, secret touches, and longing glances. There's no pretense here, no titles or duties, only the raw, unfiltered connection between them. Harwin's hands slide down her waist, gripping her hips firmly as he lifts her, pressing me harder against the wall. She wrap her legs around him instinctively, gasping as she feel him against her, hard and ready. The anticipation coils tightly in her belly, every nerve alive with want.
His eyes meet hers for a fleeting moment, and in them, she sees everything he can't say aloud, devotion, desire, and the promise that he would burn the world for me if she asked.
But words are unnecessary now. She reaches down, guiding him until he's pressed right where she needs him most. There's a brief, charged pause— a moment where everything hangs on the edge and then he pushes into me in one smooth, powerful motion.
The world tilts, pleasure and need blurring everything else as he sets a rhythm, hard and fast, the way he knows they both like it. It's familiar and yet never loses its edge-each thrust, each gasp, sending sparks of electricity through me. Daena bury her face in the crook of his neck, biting down on the rough skin to muffle her cries, while his own growls of pleasure vibrate against her ear. His hands grip her tightly, fingers digging into her flesh as he moves, driving into her with a force that leaves her breathless.
