CHAPTER FORTY THREE
❪ devils tongue ! ❫

warning: this chapter is incredibly important to both aemond and aenemera's character arcs as everything finally unfolds for them. it's lowkey kind of toxic as they go back and forth with one another but it's not abusive. there is smut towards the end but it probably the nastiest thing i've ever written... like probably just straight porn. semi-hate sex possibly? like if you squint. (i'm sorry mom) if you're not comfortable with it you can stop reading just as Aenemera says "be careful" in high valyrian and Aemond says "say it". but if you do happen to read it, listen to death of piece of mind by bad omens. you're welcome. uhm.. enjoy!

Aenemera used a wet cloth to clean the blood stains from her face. Dipping it back into the bowl of hot water to rinse the blood and apply more water to her face.

Aemond watched her carefully while pulling off his sword and dropping onto the table. The girls were sleeping together in one singular crib by the bed — clean fresh sheets keeping them safe while the fireplace added extra warmth.

There was a heavy knock on the door and Aemond reached for it quickly, silently greeting Gareth with a curt nod.

Aenemera didn't bother to acknowledge him as she continued to clean herself. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth — pure anguish would unleash.

"I want you to take our daughters to see my sister. They'll be staying with her and my niece for the evening. The princess and I need to spend time alone."

Aenemera briefly glanced at Aemond through the corner of her eye. Two handmaidens entered the room and carefully collected the girls. A pang of fear rumbled in her chest as she watched her children disappear from her — for the second time.

Lyra was still being taken care of by the maesters for her wounds. Mera would have to visit her as soon as possible.

"I want you to stay with them — whether it's inside the bedroom or outside the door." Aemond instructed the guard. "They don't leave your sight."

Gareth bowed his head. "Of course, my prince."

Once Aemond dismissed him, he slowly closed the door and turned to face Aenemera. He raised his left hand and bit down on the glove, pulling it off with his teeth. He repeated the action with the other hand just as Aenemera finished cleaning her face.

"You deliberately disobeyed me, yet again." Was the first thing he said, causing her right eye begin to twitch and her fingers curl up into a fist.

She turned to face him by placing her hands on the table where he previously placed his sword. "You must've forgotten — yet again — under your own self righteous that I rank higher than you husband. Nyke'm prince naejot se dēmalion. Issa muñnykeā iksos dāria hen zaldrīzesdōron — lo ziry dies hemtubis nyke jāhor sagon se drēje prince se issa dīnagon iksos va bona dēmalion. Ao issi sepār nykeā prince." ❪ I'm heir to the throne. My mother is queen of Dragonstone — if she dies tomorrow I will be the rightful heir and my place is on that throne. You are just a prince. ❫

Aemond forcefully tossed his riding gloves to the side and stalked towards her alarmingly fast. She stood up straight but didn't lower her guard as he stopped at the opposite end of the table. They locked eyes immediately — both sharing a burning expression towards one another.

"Where were you when they were taken?" She seethed at him. Her upper lip curling at the memory that she left the room with intention of him remaining behind in bed.

"Where did you run off to? In the middle of the night, might I add." He challenged her by placing his own hands upon the table.

"The library." She bit out. "I wouldn't have left if I knew you were going to disappear."

Aemond hummed. "It seems we were both under the impression the other would stay behind to watch over our daughters."

She swiftly moved around the table and pointed in his direction. "So you admit it — you left! You purposely readied yourself for bed, only to get dressed again and leave! Where did you go Aemond?!" Her voice raised higher and it was good he had the girls sent off under Helaena's care. Because the screaming match they were both about to endure might make the city watch come running again.

"You don't need to know about it." He mumbled under his breath just as his gaze flicked towards the fire place.

Her heart started beating frantically against her chest and she wasn't sure how to channel any of her anger because all she wanted to do was hit him. She loved him so much — an unconditional love that she has never felt for another soul but she wasn't sure how to communicate her emotions anymore.

"Aemond," she spoke his name with a warning tone. "Dare I say — if I have to walk out of this room to find out where you were, i'm going to — "

"Because it doesn't matter anymore!" He drove his fist against the table and spun around to face her. "What I did was to heal my inner child! Not yours — mine!"

Tears started running softly down Aenemera's cheeks as her face scrunched from pure grief and exhaustion. "You tell me what happened! You were supposed to protect them!" Her hands came up and she shoved them against his chest forcefully. "You promised me I would be safe! You lied to me!"

Each shove had Aemond moving backwards as he did nothing to react to her anger. He allowed each blow to his chest — her fists never carrying enough strength to actually harm him but every blow was sent straight to the heart.

Once his back was up against the wall, he grabbed her elbows and used his strength to spin them around and press her up against the stones. "The brothel! I went to visit the madam — Sylvi because I wished to tell her how things changed for me!" Aenemera fought against his hands that gripped her elbows until he suddenly let go and she allowed her body to fall to the ground with a choked sob.

Aemond stumbled backwards before reaching forward to help her up but she smacked his hand away quickly. "Don't touch me!" She cried out angrily, using her sleeve to wipe the tears and snot collecting down her face.

Her nails dug into the flooring as the tears began to blur her vision. "Did you sleep with her?"

Aemond visibly flinched at her words. "You think so little of me?" She didn't respond. Her eyes closed tightly as the tears continued to drop towards the floor.

He gritted his teeth and took a step backwards while she remained on the floor. "I went to her after Luke died." His voice dropped lower — calm and more sustained but the mention of her brother felt like another kick to the stomach. "I confined in her. There were so many things I wanted to tell you — I hated myself for what I did — I regret."

Aenemera closed her hands around her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. "Shut up — please." She silently whispered into the air but he wasn't finished.

Everything that ever needed to be said was going up into the air tonight.

"I was angry, Aenemera." He continued cautiously. "I allowed my anger to get the best of me — I only wanted to scare him." She finally raised herself from the ground and started walking away from him but he wouldn't allow her to escape as he followed her. "You know what they did to me as a child!"

She whipped around quickly and screamed in his face. "He was still a child when you killed him!"

Aemond backed her straight against the door and pressed his hands near her head, caging her in. "All I ever wanted was for someone to say they were sorry for what happened to me. When I lost my eye — "

"You were going to use a rock to hurt — "

He moved his hands away from the door and quickly grabbed her face. The move was so swift yet cautious and delicate — purposely not leaving a mark on her fair skin as he forced her to look at him.

"I have never said I was innocent. There are plenty of things I've done I wish I hadn't — but there are also things I justify by having to defend myself against everybody. My own brother. My father — your grandfather. Your bastard siblings that — "

Aenemera quickly pushed his hands away from her face and moved out from under him. Disgust erupted inside of her at the mention of the word bastard.

"Aenemera you know I'm not wrong!" He turned around and his eye followed her figure as she moved towards the middle of the room. "Your bothers are and always have been — "

"— Yes I know it!" She shouted back. "I've always known it," her voice fell tiredly as she gripped onto the pole of the bed. "I was young and innocent, I was terrified of my family getting pulled apart by your mother. I fought every single day to make sure we could stay together. Of course I knew." Her head shook slowly as her tired gaze shifted towards the floor. "But just because they aren't full Targaryen doesn't make them any less than my family. That doesn't make my mother an awful person." She raised her head and turned to face Aemond where he remained standing by the door. "Don't talk to me as if I don't understand the cruel verbal abuse you've had to endure when I receiving it just as. If not about myself but about my siblings. You aren't the only person that suffered as a child, Aemond. We were all just children."

The atmosphere around them slowly began to shift into something calmer. Several heartbeats passed with neither of them saying another word and Aenemera finally tearing her gaze off of him to look anywhere else.

He walked towards her with caution — wanting to reach out to her and finally hold her after these past few excruciating hours.

His boot stepped onto the small scroll that she had dropped previously and made a small crunching sound from the wax seal breaking in half. The object caused him to look down and retrieve the parchment from the floor.

Aemond opened the scroll and began to read the words written across the parchment. It was Aenemera's beautiful cursive writing and traditional Targaryen seal.

She finally turned to him again and when she realized what he had discovered, the blood in her body slowly began to run cold.

He lifted his gaze to meet hers and there was a silent wave of distrust forming across them. He didn't speak but allowed the parchment to fall back onto the floor before he began anxiously moving around their bed chambers in search of something.

"Aemond." Her fingers gripped the pole of the bed anxiously and followed his movements with her eyes.

He ignored her as he continued his search — this time creating a mess around the room. Parchment, ink, and stacks of books were strewn across the floor when he swiped them off the desk. The drawers were ripped open and tossed on the ground after flipping through the papers.

Aenemera's heart rate was picking up yet again and she wasn't sure if she was going to have a stroke at this very moment. He walked around the room with heavy strides like he normally did whenever he was angered.

He took a step closer to her — their chests almost touching from the way their breathing carried. "Where are the others."

She swallowed the thick lump of lies straight down her throat. "Please." All she could do now was beg because for once she was scared of him and what he might do.

He ignored her plea by following her shaken gaze towards their daughter's cribs. She reached out for his arm to stop him but he shrugged her off and stormed towards their daughter's beds.

He kneeled on the ground, yanking the blankets and toys out from the inside before flipping the small cradles over. On the underside were small stacks of parchment tied together with ribbon. There was a second string holding them onto the wooden frame of the bed and when Aemond ripped them off, several pieces went flying everywhere.

Aenemera folded her arms around herself as he stood to his feet. With each parchment he read furiously, they would soon drop to the floor until he read another — and another. All messages sent from Rhaenyra since the day Aenemera returned back to dragonstone after her brother's death were hidden away until now.

He couldn't find it in him to feel anger because the only emotion that over took him was betrayal.

"Would you have come back for me at all?" He managed to whisper out after shutting his eye. His fingers curled around the parchment and crumbled them under his grip.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Gaomagon daor pirtir." His words came out more like a demand and he opened his eye to glare at her. "Would ao emagon māzigon arlī naejot issa rȳ ry while ao carried īlva daughters?" ❪ Do not lie. Would you have come back to me at all while you carried our daughters? ❫

"Kessa!" She repeated — now moving towards him for the first time this evening. He remained grounded but his hands slightly moved away from her as she reached for the letters. The action causing her to release a sadden sigh. ❪ Yes. ❫

"Ziry istan daor gaomagon rūsīr ill intent." She explained cautiously. ❪ It was never done with ill intent. ❫

"Lo issa lēkia istan naejot find these — " ❪ If my brother were to find these. ❫

She quickly shook her head and grabbed his wrists. "Please. Ziry won't. Ao won't ivestragī zirȳla — Aemond kostilus." She gripped his wrists tighter until he yanked them away and threw the letters across the room in anger. ❪ He won't. You won't let him — Aemond please. ❫

He swiped a hand over his face slowly. "Ill intent — " he stopped mid sentence with a deep chuckle. "Ao could morghūljagon syt sending these, Aenemera! Skorkydoso could ao sagon sīr doru-borto!" ❪ You could die for sending these, Aenemera! How could you be so stupid! ❫

She bit down on her lower lip with tears rushing to her bottom lashes once more. "I was alone. I didn't have my family, my real family —- I couldn't trust anybody, I can't."

"I'm your husband." He bit angrily. "You're supposed to trust me."

Her lip quivered as she gestured towards the girls cribs that were still knocked over on their sides. The entire room looked like a storm had blown through it with no remorse.

"I can't trust my own family anymore," she managed to get out between a small sob. The warm tears blocking her vision as the words of Maverick in the forest ran throughout her brain. "My own father — " She choked on her own words as the sudden feeling of bile formed at the back of her throat.

Aemond shifted on his foot but became dangerously still. "What did he do?"

Aenemera placed a shaky hand over her stomach and leaned against the bedding. More tears strolled down her cheeks. "I think he meant to have me removed from Kings Landing and brought back to Dragonstone — but he used our children as bait because he knew I would go after them."

"Aenemera — " Aemond held up a hand with caution, his eye flickering towards the door — worry building that someone could potentially be listening to

Aenemera silently cried and wrapped her arms around herself with realization that her own family plotted against her.

"Gōntan pōnta mention se killing hen issa nephew?" He moved towards her and purposely blocked her view from the bedchamber door so her voice didn't carry. ❪ Did they mention the killing of my nephew. ❫

She shook her head slowly and rubbed under her nose with the back of her hand. "No, just me."

Aemond recalled going back to the room where he met with Criston Cole to discuss future battle plans. The coins that were missing — ones sprawled out on the floor like someone had scooped them up. Clear indication that it would've been done by someone with little to no money — bribed at first hand.

"Ziry's playing vaogenka," he mumbled. "Aōha muñnykeā gīda ❪ He's playing dirty. Your mother even. ❫

Aenemera slowly lifted her head and glared in Aemonds direction. "Say what you will about my father but you leave my mother out of it." His silence wasn't enough to calm her and the mention of her mother in a vicious manner relit the flame in her chest. "Ziry would dōrī jikagon someone naejot ōdrikagon riñar." ❪ She would never send someone to harm children. ❫

"No, just me." His chin tilted upwards as his face contorted with anger.

"Sagon careful." Her nostrils flared. ❪ Be careful. ❫

He shifted on his foot so his entire body was facing in her direction. "Again you won't defend your own husband. You hate me this much?" His eyebrows knitted together.

She swallowed the thick lump of air down her throat. "Yes."

Aemond stalked towards her and in just a few steps they were standing chest to chest with his large hands gripping her jaw. "Vestragon ziry." ❪ Say it. ❫

Her heavy red eyes from exhaustion pierced his own like a dagger. But she hesitated repeating the words back to him and watched his eye scan her facial features. There were still bits of blood staining the crease between her forehead and hairline. One drop specifically weighing along her neck near her ear.

"I hate you," she whispered to him but they were empty — no true meaning behind the anger surrounding that one specific word.

His hand suddenly shifted from her jaw and grasped her neck, catching her by surprise with a short grasp. His fingers caressed the sides of her throat but added no pressure towards the center where it cuts off air supply.

He forced her back against the bed and used his free hand to support his body weight. Her hands quickly gripped his arm but panic didn't arise in her when she noticed the glimmer of interest flickering in his eye.

A single heartbeat passed before he leaned down and crashed his lips with hers in a seething hot kiss. All the anger inside of them was stirring into something entirely more animalistic.

His hand dropped from her throat to her chest. He fattened his palm directly over her breast where he could feel her heart beating against the fabric of her tunic.

Most of the armor she wore to go after Maverick was long gone and tossed in the bathing room. She was now left in large top with pants — she looked anything but princess like with her braids completely disheveled and splotches of blood secretly hiding around her features.

This specific view of her drove Aemond mad. He felt tormented seeing her dressed like a warrior but not having the capability to touch her.

This was the side of her that he fell in love with. The woman who didn't take no for an answer, who would willingly put her life in danger to save others, and a mother that would burn down an entire generation worth of people to get her children back.

Aenemera sat up on the bed and made quick work of pulling the tunic over her head. Her bare chest was on full display for Aemond as he removed his own clothing — matching her speed of desperation to feel one another.

She reached for his face to kiss him and touch him but he quickly grabbed her wrists by forcing them together with just one hand.

His face leaned closer towards hers as he whispered. "Don't pendagon ao're getting skoros ao jaelagon tolī skoros ao've hakotan tonight. Nyke kȳvanon naejot mazverdagon ao māzigon undone ēva ao're begging issa naejot keligon se gīda pār nyke'll lua going ēva ao kostagon hardly lua aōha laesi open." ❪ Don't think you're getting what you want after what you've pulled tonight. I plan to make you come undone until you're begging me to stop and even then I'll keep going until you can hardly keep your eyes open. ❫

His words went straight to her core and she could feel the pool forming in the pants she wore. He knew it as well when she could no longer mask the anger that once bloomed for him moments ago.

"Nyke jaelagon ao naejot jurnegon issa se entire jēda." He pressed her wrists down to the bed while he used his freehand to force her pants down. She finally laid bare before him as he kicked the article of clothing away. "Lo ao jurnegon qrīdrughagon rȳ mirre moment — nyke jāhor keligon." Once he freed himself from his own pants, he grabbed her forcefully by the hips and yanked her body towards him. "Syt pār ao jāhor feel genuine hatred va aōha valzȳrys." ❪ I want you to look at me the entire time. If you look away at any moment — I will stop. For then you will feel genuine hatred towards your husband. ❫

His words made her crumble like sand straight into the soft material of their bedding. She finally had free rein to move her arms and use her hands to do whatever she pleased — but Aemond wasn't going to let her have what she desired so easily. And what she desired was have him close.

She wanted to rip off his eye patch and reveal the blue gem hidden underneath. She hated when he wore it within their bed chambers. She wanted to see him, all of him, any time they were alone.

He placed his hand over her bare stomach — what was once holding his children now empty — almost made him wish for another.

Her body changed during childbirth but it was nothing that could ever steer him away. Every inch of her was perfectly stunning since the first time they laid together. She was a true work of art — a Targaryen vision. The people's princess that he enjoyed ruining almost every night in bed. Marking her skin and inner walls with every piece of him because then she was truly his and nobody could touch what was his.

His fingers traveled slowly down the curves of her thighs. Purposefully dragging his long fingers over the sensitive and allowing the cold metal of his rings make contact with her skin. Each time he moved closer towards the area she needed him most, she could feel herself roll up towards his touch; only for him to pull his hand away.

"Mm." His mouth twitched at her eagerness. The pad of his fingers tickled up the inner skin of her thighs, purposely drawing them closer to her core. "Do you still hate me?" He light brushed the tips of his fingers straight down over her aching pearl.

The gentlest touch sent a lightning bolt straight down her spine. "No," she breathed anxiously to him, her eyes flickering shut until his fingers came down roughly on her cunt with a firm slap.

The sudden action caused her to jolt forward and her gaze widen at his calm demeanor. His fingers went back to brushing along her thighs and lower stomach. "Nyke ivestretan ao daor naejot jurnegon qrīdrughagon." ❪ I told you not to look away. ❫

The tips of his fingers finally hovered over the wetness that collected at her hole. The amount of slick she managed to produce in a short period of time caused every cell in his body to fight against the natural instinct to mount her and take her shamelessly.

He enjoyed getting her worked up before allowing her to relish into the beauty of coming undone. Her facial expressions will always be something he keeps memorized at the back of his mind. Something she only ever makes for him.

It was almost impossible not to take her right there when she clutched onto the fur comforter and anticipated his next movements eagerly.

His middle finger gently prodded with her entry way before it slowly entered her body. The single motion had her releasing a soft awaited moan until he pulled his hand away and added a text a second finger. Her head tilted backwards at the stretch and her eyes briefly closed — which didn't go unnoticed by Aemond.

He stilled his fingers inside her body and used his free hand to place another firm slap against her clit which caused her expression to shift into ecstasy.

He awaited for her gaze to turn back to his before continuing to thrust his fingers in and out. The motion was slow but still felt delicious as she raised her hips into his hand with eagerness. The action reminded him of her pushing Maverick off her body after driving the sword through his throat.

Knowing that his love was alive brought him great relief — but seeing how she ended up alive after killing two people sent a spark straight towards his groin and the yearning he always felt for her amplified to thousands.

He created a faster motion with his fingers and her moans echoed louder throughout the room. Her fingers ached to reach for him but she didn't dare move as he continued the assault on her cunt.

When Aenemera felt her body grasping at every single string to feel release, Aemond suddenly retreated his hand away from her body and left her clenching around nothing with a bated breath.

She nearly cried out to the lack of his touch but she knew he wasn't even remotely close to being done with her.

He used the wetness on his fingers from her cunt to lubricate his cock but he had no worry he wouldn't struggle to fit inside her.

She watched his movements closely as he gently pushed her thighs forward after spreading them apart. Before the tip of his cock could enter her body, she hesitantly reached up for his face but his fingers wrapped around her wrist to stop her.
"Is it my face you wish to see?" He asked softly with his thumb grazing across the pulse on her wrist. She nodded quickly — her gaze turning more doe eyed in a begging nature.

He released her hand and allowed it to drop by her side as he quickly slipped himself inside her cunt with a harsh thrust. "But I thought you hated me — couldn't stand to look at me earlier." He didn't allow her to adjust to natural size as he aimed to bring her straight towards the edge before taking it all away. "Didn't want me to touch you. You made me leave." His hands held her waist firmly now as he drove into her with no sign of mercy.

Aenemera grabbed onto the blankets and released a mantra of moans with Aemonds name occasionally falling off her tongue. "Oh Gods — "

With each thrust they continued to get firmer and more rough. He hummed at her comment with a drop of tone in his voice. "No my love, it's just me." When he felt her clench around his cock he immediately pulled out despite his own dismay.

She choked back on a small whine and bit down on her tongue. She didn't want him to receive the satisfaction of making her beg just yet — she wanted to be stronger than he thought she could be.

He thrusted himself back into her and continued moving at rapid speed — as quick as his own hips would allow him to move. Soft groans rumbled through his chest as her moans increasingly got louder every time she grew closer.

Each time her cunt would move against her will and grip around him, he would quickly pull out of her before starting all over again to rebuild the anticipation.

"Skorkydoso gaomas ziry feel?" His breathing grew labored and sweat began to build across his forehead and chest. "Naejot emagon ziry taken qrīdrughagon hen ao tolvie single jēda." ❪ How does it feel? To have it taken away from you every single time. ❫

A single tear prickled the corner of her eyes from the overwhelming amount of pleasure building up in the pit of her stomach again. She wanted to savor it before it could be ripped away — but just like every time before, her body would betray her and he would leave her feeling empty.

He placed his hand on her neck again and lowered his face towards her. "Bisa iksis skoros ziry feels hae tolvie jēda ao henujagon nyke. Se tightness isse aōha chest — se burning sensation bona ao kostagon daor paghagon." His words were now laced with anger as his upper lip curled. The fingers around her throat only tightened by the sides, allowing herself airflow while she managed to catch her breath below him ❪ This is what it feels like every time you leave me. The tightness in your chest — the burning sensation that you can't breathe. ❫

He slowly entered himself back into her greedy cunt and began moving at a much slower, antagonizing pace. "Bisa iksis skoros ziry feels hae naejot umbagon syt ao.  Se deep rooted yearning se anticipation naejot sagon able naejot ōregon ao arlī." ❪ This is what it feels like to wait for you. The deep rooted yearning and anticipation to be able to hold you again. ❫

The princess' eyes were threatening to close but she forced herself to keep eye contact with him throughout it all. Her mouth pathetically hung wide open and with every thrust did she release a soft moan designed just for him.

His thrusts slowly began to pick up again, causing her eyebrows to furrow with bliss. Her thighs wrapped themselves around his lower body — anticipating what he would do next until he started pounding his cock straight into her tight core all over again. The sudden shift in movement nearly caused the air to leave her lungs as she gasped loudly.

"And this — this is what it feels like when I see you harmed. When someone else has touched what's mine and brought you close to death — nearly taking you away from me forever." His words were finally something she could fully comprehend while being deeply intoxicated by his body. But even then, she felt herself completely slipping away into the mattress like a puddle of water. "This is what it feels like to be betrayed." He muttered darkly before pulling out of her completely.

She no longer could take the back and forth between given and taken. Tears began streaming down her cheeks as she anxiously reached for him to continue. "Please! Aemond, please." He slowly crawled over top of her and moved their bodies towards the center of the bed. "Please, I can't anymore. Please let me — " she choked on the last word with a whimper once he nudged his nose against her neck, followed by a kiss on her shoulder. It was the first soft affection he had given to her tonight and it nearly made her crumble completely.

He raised his head just as she raised her hips to get any form of friction on her soaking wet core. His facial expression remained the same — completely tamed and focused on the challenge that was given.

He brought his hand closer towards her face and gently brushed the strands of hair away from her forehead. She smelt of pure sex and sweat from the amount of work her body was pushing towards. She was without a doubt the most beautiful creature in her finest form. He wanted to savor every moment spent continuously drawing her closer before ripping it all away because he liked having this control. It was the only control he was allowed to have.

She was going to be his queen one day and he was going to spend every day after bending the knee to every favor she wishes. Whether it be killing her enemies, accepting gifts from the small folks, or eating out her precious cunt on the iron throne.

He was going to worship the very ground she walked on.

He entered himself one last time with a deep thrust. His warm hand still cradling the side of her face as she finally allowed herself to touch his body. Her fingers dug into the blades of his shoulders, carrassed each bone in his spine, and nipped at the skin of his waist with her nails.

Each thrust he made was better than the last and she no longer could hold on to any piece of sanity she had left. If Aemond was going to deny her the gift of pleasure once more, she was sure her entire body would erupt into absolutely nothing.

His cock curved into the depths of her cunt — hitting each delicate spot with pure bliss. She no longer had the strength to keep her eyes open until he pressed his thumb firmly against her cheek as a warning.

"Look at me," he demanded through his own labored breathing.

Once her eyes connected with his, he used his free hand to tear off the patch that ruthlessly kept her from seeing his true form. The next thrust sent her overboard and her entire body arched straight into his chest.

A loud string of moans traveled from deep within her chest as her fingers anxiously clawed at his shoulders. She needed to hold onto something, anything, while riding out this blissful high.

Aemond was still chasing his own ending until her cunt spasmed around his cock and he emptied out inside her without much of a warning.

His own soft moans echoed in her ears and she pulled him as closely as possible. His lips dragged across her neck down to her shoulder as their chests heaved against one another in sync. Neither of them could move in fear they would completely shatter.

When he finally raised his head and focused his gaze on her tired lilac eyes, the corner of his lips slightly twitched upwards. Victory sprouted inside him knowing he exhausted her.

He raised his hand and brushed his knuckles gently across her cheek with a faint whisper. "And now you see me for who I really am."