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The calm before the storm

{This chapter has been updated -11/09/20 orriginal was written like 2017/18 can't remeber}

Daenerys

The swaying of the boat helped rock the steady percussion of a thudding beat below her ear. The melody so soft it drew her from her sleep, like a hand pulling her from beneath the calming waves of an ocean. Sleep made her mind foggy, but it did nothing the dull the heat pressed against her body, the slight ache in her bones almost screaming at her to stay put.

She hummed, attempting to bury her face closer into her pillow only to find her nose brushing against a muscled shoulder. It sent a shiver through her, her body becoming strangely aware of the naked being she was pressed against her. Her leg swung over their leg, their unknowing hardness pressed against her thigh, a patch of hair scraping against her soft skin as she shifted slightly.

The dull ache grew, her centre softly fluttering in nostalgia of being filled. The receipt of last night dry and cold between her thigh, the once sticky mess now nothing more than a memory.

A memory... it all came back to her slowly. A small delicate smile turning her lips upwards, as her hand ran over the hard chest of her lover. He had come to me, she thought, her mind's eye being filled with images of hot and steamy pleasure, the feeling vibrating through her like an aftershock.

She had slept with the broody, sombre northen fool who would be King. Slept with him multiple times. She nearly giggled like a child at the thought, her heart picking up in speed as a fresh wave of wetness built from the images of their lovemaking.

His intense gaze, his hot mouth, his delicately firm touches on her skin, the snap of his hips against hers... she sighed blissfully.

She had never been one to think too much on the act of sex, nor the men she did it with. First, it was Drogo and then Daario, both had been for a strict reason. First for survival and second to discredit her loneliness but this was purely out of need. White-hot need, it was feral and passionate. It was uncontrollable and unexplainable all at once and strangely it left a strange feeling bubbling inside her.

She cracked open her eyes, her fingers plucking at his abdomen gently brushing her tips over his gruesome scars. They had not talked about them, between him coming to her door and their close finding the floor there was little conversation. Definitely nothing as heavy as death... death, she thought, no man could survive such scars.

She paid special attention to the one over his heart, the curved wound snarling at her. She tamed it the best she could, drawing her finger over it slowly and carefully as not to wake him. He looked peaceful when he slept, she thought, watching his face for his reaction. He was extremely handsome too.

She drew her fingers up his chest, dancing over his shoulders and thick neck and trace them over his features. The harsh bristles of his beard, prickly against her reminding her of the burns between her thigs, neck and breasts. Her eyes automatically found his lips, gently pursed in a pout open slightly to let in the cool air.

She licked her own lips, trying desperately to conjure up the taste of him. They were still swollen from his bruising kisses and gentle nips. He was a wolf, she thought with a smile, remembering the way he had feasted on her like he was a crazed man. It set her alight just at the thought, her thigh gently rubbing against where it lay on his hip.

"Daenerys," He growled, his voice dripped in arousal and hoarse from sleep.

A devastating combination, when paired with his gruff northen burr. It nearly had her gasping, her name sounding far too delicious on his lips.