Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

Part 84

Aemond

They stepped into the modestly adorned bathroom, sunlight filtered through a tiny window, casting a warm glow on the stone countertop. Aenyra turned to face Aemond, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "First things first, let's see about that hair." she said, first  prepping the bath then reaching for a pair of scissors.

Aemond watched intently as Aenyra trimmed his hair, her delicate hands skilled and precise. Her eyes were focused, ensuring each inch was cut to the length he preferred.

"There, much better." Aenyra said softly, a proud smile brightening her features. Aemond remained silent, taking in every detail of her expression as she set the scissors aside.

"Get in." she commanded, gesturing towards the bathtub with playful authority. Aemond narrowed his gaze at her, but all he received in return was a teasing tilt of her head and a raised brow, daring him to not comply.

With a resigned chuckle, he stepped into the warm water, sinking down and letting the soothing heat envelop him. He closed his eye for a moment, savoring the tranquility, until he felt Aenyra's hands wrap around him from behind, sliding down to his chest hair. With a loofah in hand, she began to wash him carefully, each movement both gentle and deliberate.

Aemond smirked, a playful glint in his eye. "Is this my reward for giving you multiple orgasms?" Even without looking, he could sense the warmth of Aenyra's blush and the smile that accompanied it. In an unexpected movement, her lips brushed against his neck, her breath warm as she softly sucked the sensitive skin just below his ear. The intimate caress sent a thrill through him, and he instinctively leaned into her touch, his hand coming out of the water to grab the back of her head ushering her closer to him.

"Hmm" Aenyra humms low and seductively, "I prefer to give you a different kind of reward, one where instead of you, I'm the one who ends up with cum on their face."

As if I my dick wasn't already back hard, she had to go and say that.

Turning around to face her he pulls her head down lower making her lips crash onto his. The kiss is hot and needy making both of them moan out in each others mouths desiring more than just a kiss but knowing they needed to hurry into the council room Aemond was the first to reluctantly pull away.

"Better go and get dressed before I pull you in this tub and bend you over." He warned. Aenyra leaned closer, her eyes a begging him to not stop. She stopped just as their lips were barely a breath away from one another's. "Is that a threat or a promise?" She whispered in a sultry tone.

"Get out of here." he said with a playful splash of water, catching Aenyra off guard. She jerked away in a fit of laughter, her eyes sparkling with mischief, she threw her hand up in defeat and  turned to leave to get dressed for the day. Deep down, Aemond deeply wanted to pull her in and give her exactly what they both wanted, but reality reminded him of their pressing time constraints. He knew that indulging in his desires wouldn't be a quick affair..not with what he wanted to do—and as much as he wanted to steal another moment with her, they both had responsibilities waiting.

Running his wet hands through his hair, he sat in deep contemplation, reflecting on the whirlwind of events from the past year—both the good and the bad.

A sense of dread settled in as he acknowledged what awaited him: the inevitable conversation with Daemon. He hoped it wouldn't come to a confrontation where he'd have to assert his place against her father. Aenyra was his; Aemon was his, they were his. Despite his respect for Rhaenyra and her support of them, he knew that Daemon would might not let Aenyra  go so easily.