rebellion sits well on you;
like a red coat or the gilt
gold burnish of youth.His lips were scorching against her skin, biting and tugging wherever they touched, leaving marks like a brand. Each sharp nip sent a jolt through her, making her pulse race faster, the heat of him igniting something deep within. She craved it—no, needed it. More of him, all of him.
The hard press of his length against her thigh sent a flood of warmth between her legs. Desire coiled tight in her belly, her breaths coming quick, shallow. "More," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, her dress pushed high, bunched carelessly around her hips.
They had started as they always did, a playful chase through the Godswood, laughter echoing through the ancient trees. But now, here in the dark, beneath the rustling leaves, it had turned into something far more dangerous. Pray the Old Gods are kind tonight, she thought fleetingly, her mind slipping away into the throes of sensation. Her fingers clawed at the earth, tearing up grass and soil as his calloused hands spread her open. "More," she groaned, louder this time, the hunger in her voice undeniable.
His lips traced a path of fire, kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs, rough and deliberate, inching higher. "Such a pretty thing," his voice was a rough murmur, gravel in the night, making her heart thunder in her chest.
Her eyes flew open at the sound, her breath catching. The jade green eyes staring back at her, glinting in the moonlight, sent her blood roaring. There was a moment—a fleeting, panicked moment—where she meant to stop him, to say no, not like this, but before she could even find the words, his head lowered, and his mouth pressed against her core.
And her world burned.
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POPPY | A Game Of Thrones
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