" who gets to touch you like this ? " whispered words against her ear send a shiver down her spine, arcs her chest into his. there have been others, she almost says, with a nip at his shoulder and nails down his back. instead her leg hooks around his knee, hand pressing into his shoulder and in one swift movement their bodies are shifted, her knees bent at either side of his thighs. she hovers over @hrtached now, palms flat against his chest now as she pushes herself upright. ❝ only you, ❞ back bends towards him, then, hair falling over her shoulder and brushing against his cheek. alys ghosts her lips across aemond's, pecking soft kisses from the corner of his mouth down his chin to his neck . . . until teeth take hold of the skin along his clavicle, given a gentle nibble before kissing the skin there after. she hesitates before her back straightens once more, fingers taking hold of his much larger ones ― raising his hand to press flat against her chest, above her heart. ❝ who has ever seen you so bare ? been close enough to slit your throat but chose to press a kiss 'pon your skin instead ? our souls are entwined, i am yours and you are mine. ❞
