Led By Fiery Passion { Aemond Targaryen}

Part 49

The moment Aemond and Aenyra got back into his chambers, he gently threw her on the bed, causing a hearty laugh to escape her lips.

"I plan to ravish you my beautiful wife."

"Oh really, well then by all means— ravish me." Aenyra teased in a silly accent, Aemond's lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, their hands clung to each other as if the world at any moment would pull them apart.

Aemond's gaze locked onto Aenyra's, and within that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them—this was more than just desire; it was a profound connection that transcended mere flesh.

He leaned in, capturing her lips once more, this time with a fervor that spoke of long-held yearning. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within them both as Aemond's hands explored the swell of her hips, mapping out the curves of her body like a starved artist reclaiming his muse.

Aenyra gasped against him, feeling as though every nerve ending was ablaze with electricity. She tangled her fingers in his silvery hair, pulling him closer, as if to meld their souls into one. The moonlight draped over them, casting a silvery glow that lent an ethereal quality to their passionate embrace.

"Please," she breathed, her voice husky with need, "I want you to take me." The words hung heavily in the air, vibrant with anticipation.

Aemond's gaze darkened with lust, but beneath that smoldering intensity lay a tenderness that made Aenyra's heart race. He kissed a path down her neck, each touch igniting flames of longing that burned brighter than the stars above. She could feel the weight of his body pressing against hers, a delicious reminder of the man who wanted her completely.

With a gentle yet assured movement, he began to undress her, each article of clothing falling away like petals from a blossoming flower. As her skin was finally revealed to him, he paused, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her—the dried blood that marked her forehead, the cut from her
Lip, every curve, every line of her body, was etched into his memory forever.

"Aenyra," he murmured, pulling away from her.
Clenching his jaw, his voice heavy with reverence. "I can't predict what the future holds for us. I don't know if tomorrow when we wake our whole world won't come crashing done on top of us. But I promise you this: I will never hurt you. I will love you fiercely, so deeply that if you ever asked me to, I would destroy the world for you."

With a tender urgency, Aenyra pulled Aemond down to her tumbling back onto the bed, she tugged at his robe, revealing his perfectly toned chest, the fabric falling away at her eagerness. She removed his eyepatch revealing him bare to her, Aenyra grabbed hold of his hard length that was pocking at the entrance of her slit.

Aemond let out a groan at her touch, she pumped him slowly almost teasingly, but he grabbed her hand away and placed a tender kiss to her palm.
"I said I would ravish you, so that's what I plan to do." He murmured, with surprising speed, he flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her hips in the air. Aenyra gasped at the sudden shift an intoxicating mix of excitement and vulnerability coursed through her. With her head pressed into the bed and her hands gripping the sheets, Aenyra surrendered to him completely. Aemond stood behind her, reveling in the view before him. His fingertips traced the outline of her arched back with delicate precision, igniting a fire within her. Leaning closer, he kissed along her spine, trailing his tongue over the spots where his hands had wandered.

"Aemond," Aenyra gasped, biting in her bottom lip the feeling alone stung, reopening the fresh cut. He let his tongue glide along one of her round cheeks, biting gently before delivering a sharp smack that resonated through the room. A soft whimper escaped her lips, revealing pleasure and surprise.