𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
The morning sun came too quickly but when I'd woken naked in the arms of Aemond I was convinced last night wasn't another one of my dreams.

Stirring awake before him, I selfishly admire his still bare face and remember his gift. I'd never remove it, just as he would never remove his, eternally connected to one another.

I almost wished someone would find us like this, tangled in the sheets protected indefinitely by each other's embrace.

They'd have no choice but to wed us, our families finally at peace for the sake of love. They'd write songs of us overcoming all odds to be with each other.

"I should be the one staring at you," I almost jump out of my skin when his husky voice sounds from above me, his purple eye opening slowly to meet mine.

"Good morning, my prince." 

"A very good morning indeed," his sleepy grin is all it takes for the familiar heat to rise up between my thighs aching for him once more. 

Bringing our lips closer his arm snakes tighter around my waist bringing our bare chests against one another.

"How did you sleep, my song?" He asks sweetly and it's then that I sense the shift in him. Was it possible I wasn't alone in my soul infecting affection? Did I own him as he owned me?

"Soundly. It seems you keep the nightmares away," I smile resting my palm against his cheek, brushing my thumb across his smooth skin.

"Than it's settled, you're not to spend a single night without me."

Our mouths melt together in sweet serenity leaving no space for argument though there wouldn't have been one.

Humming in the simplest of pleasure his fingers grip the skin on my back and the pain only wines me up further.

Trailing his lips behind my ear and down my neck a small whimper escapes me.

"Now that I've had you, it'll never be enough, Elaena, never." His deep voice held this promise of forever and I'd take it and hope to the old gods and the new that he would keep it.

His mouth wanders south and my body reacts on instinct arching up to meet him as he disappears beneath the covers.

I try to push away the insecure thoughts that wandered at the edges of my mind about his experience. I figured I hadn't been his first but I intended to be his last.

The worry is quickly swept away by the flick of Aemond's tongue and I'm drowning in ecstasy yet again.

Tossing the covers over his head, Aemond licks his lips his purple eye hazy with desire eager to watch me squirm and buck beneath his mouth.

Gripping my hips he slides me down the bed closer to him for easier access.

"Fuck, soaking wet for me are we, princess?"

"Consider me ruined," I breathe with some of my wit intact. Aemond chuckles not only warming my heart but also fanning the fires of my moral blinding desire for him.

"You and me both, my love." He smirks, before tasting me once more. Throwing back my head I cling to the sheets in fear I'll be taken from this plane of existence.

Finding my sensitive bud his pace quickens, slipping in first one finger then a second. Reaching for his head my fingers get tangled in his long hair, whimpering his name into the early hours of the morning.

I couldn't give a fuck less if someone heard us, I'd never experienced anything like the things Aemond made me feel and no amount of time would be enough.

"Aemond," I beg and I don't have to ask him twice.

Climbing up to me it's as if our bodies have done this a million times, completely in tune with one another as his thickness fills me to the brim. Both gasping at the connection his mouth collides with mine in a passionate kiss that can only be described as intense, his tongue taking all that belonged to him.

Slowly he moves in and out, the soreness from the night before only serving more to my climax. To be sore from Aemond was to be loved, even if we hadn't said it.

Nibbling at his bottom lip I rake my finger nails down his back, driving him deeper and quicker bringing a guttural growl from deep within Aemond's chest.

Locking my legs around his waist I hold onto him for dear life while his thrusts blur my vision, my climax joining his like a wild stampede. Tipping my chin up our eyes are locked and the waves of my cataclysmic orgasm would be forever etched into my mind along with his shimmering sapphire eye.

Aemond collapses next to me, our erratic breathing  all we both can muster.

"How can something so sinful feel so heavenly?" I manage, rolling over to rest on his heaving chest.

"You're a gift from the gods, that's how," licking his lips they tip up into a grin and I can't help but place a soft kiss to them.

"You noticed that did you?" I grin, his cock and compliments enough to make any woman feel her true power.

"I've only lost one eye, Elaena, your brothers didn't blind me." He chuckles, running a hand through his long silver hair seemingly entertained with me.

Getting out of bed his warmth is replaced by the cool empty sheets and I'm already dreading the day ahead.

Aemond's body moves with graceful confidence. His sharp muscles straining as he stretches for a few things on the table and I inaudibly moan when he brings his eyepatch back over his handsome face.

Unfolding a wash cloth he yanks the sheet off of me and I have nowhere to run from the cold air. Climbing back into bed with me, Aemond pulls my body closer intent on cleaning up his mess.

Even still his cum spilled out of me, surely staining the sheets and the maids would surely talk of the deflowered princess. 

Being uncharacteristically gentle he wipes me clean tossing the rag to the side before leaving a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh.

Pulling up his trousers my heart sinks realizing he's meaning to leave. Keeping his top button undone he manages to find my nightgown balled up in the corner from the night prior and hands it over with a grin.

"Early morning plans?" I ask, crawling from bed to get a look of myself in the mirror.

"Indeed I do. Seems I have a tourney to enter." 

Spinning around in surprise I catch him throwing his shirt over his head.

"What? But I thought-" Reaching me in two long strides he stops me mid sentence with his magic lips.

"If Cregan Stark is coming to fight for your hand, than a fight he shall get." Aemond's raspy voice was haunting, reminding me of the shadows that lurked in the corners of his heart.

"Win or lose, he won't have me." I promise, as he takes me in his arms.

"Oh, I have no such intentions on losing. And when I win, know every swing of my sword will be for you." Pressing a thoughtful kiss against my temple, he's quick with tucking in his shirt and stepping into this boots.

Walking him the short distance to the door he takes my face between his hands, giving me a kiss goodbye before taking one more look at me, bedhead and all.

"Though I like the idea of the entire castle seeing these marks, it may be best you keep your hair down for a few days... or indefinitely." He smirks, brushing his fingertips around my neck.

My smile fades when I realize exactly what marks he's referring to. 

Rushing over to the mirror it isn't until then that I notice the many hickeys and bite marks scattered across my neck and breasts. 

"Aemond!" I exclaim, reaching for something anything to throw at his head but I'm not fast enough, his infectious laughter escaping through my chamber door.

Turning back to the mirror to examine my love bites, a small grin can't be helped. Being marked by Aemond felt like a badge of honor and when we were wed I would no longer hide them, I'd wear them proudly but for now we'd play their game.

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