“I could stay like this forever,” Daemon whispered, breath hot against your ear, his naked chest pressed against your back as he paused his thrusting, making you relish in how full you felt with him inside you.
You would stay like this forever. You would stay with him forever, if you could.
“With my cock buried deep, listening to you curse and moan like some common whore.”
His foul mouth and the the low husk in his voice only added to the heat you were already feeling in your veins.
You turned your face to him as best you could, momentarily admiring his lilac eyes, darkened with lust, before your lips met his with a heated need. It was like a dance of flames, tongues battling and both of you relishing in the hold you had over the other. It was passionate and reckless. Just like your entire relationship with the rogue Prince.
Daemon parted from the kiss as he rolled his hips back, enjoying the desperate whine that left you when he rocked forward again, his grip tightening on your hips as he set a languid pace. You could feel every inch, his cock gliding so easily inside of you with how soaked you were. He was teasing you, knowing you craved more of him. You always craved more of him.
“ Fuck me, kostilus (please),” you weren’t ashamed to beg in this situation, pushing your hips back against him.
He chuckled, “I thought I already was.”
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
You knew he was smirking as he palmed at the curve of your ass, reeling with pride at how desperate you were for him.
Daemon pulled out before turning you onto your back and slotting his body back against yours, a moment of sweet intimacy passing as you looked at each other, a thousand unspoken words shared.
He lifted your ankles to rest on his shoulders, the angle letting him reach deeper.
You were sure the Gods of Old could hear your cries of ecstasy as Daemon fulfilled your wish, fucking you with fervour. Every breathy moan and grunt, every praise he whispered in Valyrian added to the heat in your belly. He stroked your clit with every thrust, your mind and body dizzy with bliss as he made one orgasm chase into another.
He was an animal untamed, as were you - driven by hunger for one another. Driven by the flames.
Daemon looked just as blissfully ruined as you, his long silver hair mussed and a sheen of sweat on his chest, it was a beautiful sight to behold, one you’d etch to memory. A low growl left his throat as he found his own release, emptying deep inside of you. Though it would have little future effect with the tea you had after every encounter with your lover.
Soon, the room was calm again, just shallow breaths shared between you as Daemon removed himself. You almost felt an ache from the loss, your spendings dripping from between your thighs.
He smirked, as if reading your reaction, and started kissing the juncture of your neck. With one hand intertwining your fingers in his hair, you happily let him continue his venture, peppering kisses across your collar bone and towards your breasts.
You hissed when his teeth suddenly nipped at your skin.
“Don’t ~ don’t mark me.” There was little conviction in your words, partly because you were too lost in desire, but mostly because you did want him to mark you. You wanted to be seen as his, for him to be yours. But that was just a foolish dream.
In a few days from now, you’d have a new home at Casterly Rock, a new family, a husband. You’d be fulfilling your duty to help strength the kingdom and the Targaryen reign.
Daemon’s head shot up and he took hold of your face with one hand, possessive and dominant. Yet there was no fear in your eyes at his action, only intrigue, anticipating his next move.
“Skoro syt daor? (Why not?),” he snarked, “Then our brother would have no choice but to give you to me, like he should have done before.”
You sighed. “Why must your irk him so?”
“He is weak,” Daemon stated, easing his hold on you. “We are dragons. We don’t need the fucking Lannisters nor anyone else.”
“So, what would you do? Kill him and any other suitor?”
Daemon ran his thumb across your bottom lip, his eyes not leaving your gaze. “I’d kill them all and burn the world to dust if it meant I got to have you.”
You smiled sadly, brushing your nose against his. “Let us hope it doesn’t come to that. Being wed won’t keep me from you for long, Daemon,” you promised.
As long as he was around, the Prince swore it wouldn’t keep you from him for at all.
