Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

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 curves of her hips, mapping out the 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 hair, pulling him closer, as if to meld their souls into one.
"Please," she breathed, her voice sultry with need, "I want you to take me." The words hung heavily in the air.

Aemond's gaze darkened, but beneath the smoldering intensity lay a tenderness that made Aenyra's heart ache. He kissed a slow path down her neck, each touch sending shivers that brought her to the edge. She felt the weight of his body pressing against hers—a delicious reminder of the man who wanted her completely.

With gentle yet deliberate hands, he began to undress her, each piece of clothing falling away like petals from a blooming flower. When her skin was finally revealed, he paused—drinking in the sight of her. The dried blood on her forehead, the cut on her lip, every curve and line etched itself into his memory forever.

"Aenyra," he murmured, pulling back slightly, jaw clenched, voice thick with reverence. "I can't predict what the future holds. I don't know if, when we wake tomorrow, our whole world won't come crashing down on us. But I promise this: I will never hurt you. I will love you fiercely—so deeply that if you asked me, 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, leaning closer, he kissed along her spine, trailing his tongue over the spots where his hands had wandered.

"Aemond," Aenyra gasped, biting her bottom lip—only to flinch as the fresh cut reopened with a sharp sting.

He let his tongue glide along the curve of her cheek, then nipped gently at the flushed skin before delivering a sharp smack that cracked through the stillness of the room. A soft whimper escaped her lips, laced with surprise and aching pleasure.

Aemond's gaze burned as he studied her, a slow, wicked smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a velvety whisper. "You liked that, didn't you?"