Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

Part 83

Aenyra watched as he stripped his clothes on the floor along with his eyepatch. Her gaze instantly locking onto the scars that lay scattered across his chest and torso. Climbing between her legs, Aemond pulled the robe from her body and captured her lips with his in a delicate kiss that quickly turned passionate. He slips his tongue past her lips making them tangle together languidly, while their hands began run tantalizingly slow on each other. His hand cupped her cheek and he felt the small salty drop of a tear slipped through the crevices of his hand.

"Why are you crying?" he whispered through gentle soft kisses.

Aenyra turned away in an attempt to not break In front of him anymore that she already has. Choosing to ignore him, she wiped the tears away before turning back to him. "Who gave you those?" Shifting the conversation onto him, her expression now turned serious.

"It was no one important, just a guard from Storms End. " he replied. Aenyra's eyes narrow, her hand took his chin lifting it up to see another scar just below his jawline.

"And this? Was it also the same guard?" She muttered. Aemond grabbed her wrist in his hand and began to kiss the palm of her hand and up to her fingertips. "Don't ignore my question, tell me why you were crying just now?" Aemond asked again.

She turned away not wanting him to see her as the tears begin to form again, her lips trembling softly. " I fear..of losing you again."

The sounds of the rain now hitting the window hard as the storm began to pick up.

"Aenyra," Aemond breathed, " you're not going to lose me, I promise."

"War is unpredictable Aemond,  and what if something happens to you again or you die..I don't think I could live without you, in fact I know I can't— the only thing that could possible anchor me to this world would be knowing I still had Aemon, But—" Aemond cut her off with a feather light kiss to the corner of one of her teary eyes.  "What you fear is exactly what I fear." He said softly, gazing deeply into her eyes. "I love you, I promised to never leave your side again didn't I?"

Aenyra nodded her head; his gentle words, his body flush against hers.. reassurance easily pushes her worries aside for the moment. She pressed her lips gently against the scar along his jawline before moving to his cheek, lingering for a moment on the scar that marked his face.

"I love you too." She whispers.

Aemond's fingertips traced the path between her breasts, continuing their journey along her torso until he found the warmth between her legs. He gazed intently at her. With a light touch, he rubbed her sensitive bud, drawing a soft sigh from Aenyra's lips. Her breaths already becoming heavy as she relaxes further into the pillow and closes her eyes from the heady sensation.

Aemond let his hand glide over her folds, feeling the slick warmth between her legs. A soft gasp escaped Aenyra, her hips instinctively arching into him, seeking more. Slowly, deliberately, he eased a finger inside her, savoring the tight, delicious resistance, watching her eyes flutter closed with pleasure.

Encouraged by her response, he added a second finger, stretching her gently, feeling her walls clench and yield with each careful movement. His gaze never wavered from hers, captivated by the storm of emotions playing across her face—need, longing, and surrender all mingled together. Her seductive expression stirred every bit of desire deep within him, making the moment feel even more intense.

"Does it feel good?" he whispered, his voice dark and husky, vibrating against her skin. Every syllable pressed into her like a caress, and she could feel heat pooling deeper with each word, her body instinctively responding to him.