@s3ducere ASKED, [ 𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝒀 ] ; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 @ 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔
𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 && the next floris feels an arm wrap about her , the press of lips against her collarbone that travel, slowly , up the expanse of her throat. almost instantly her mind was taken off of whatever had become background noise && focused itself against the sensation against her skin. it felt like electricity, a buzzing hum that made her heart pick up pace && her breath become uneven. ( how 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂 it was to rile her up, to make her yearn. a few kisses to her skin, the touch of a hand, or words whispered against her ear && mind can think of nothing else ! was she yearning for intimacy or just him ? the biggest question on her brain since all of this started. ) ; surely aemond can feel the quickened pace of her heart under the touch of his lips, surely he can sense how he makes her feel. eyes closed, a pleased sigh passing her lips at a kiss to pulse point. his other hand, the one that had caressed her side, comes to press against the other side of her throat. slender fingers grasp slightly at the back of her head as if to press her 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚁 into his mouth: ❝ do you think that’s such a good idea ? ❞ more of a tease than a genuine concern. body is being lowered against the couch, his weight pressing against her own. another contented sign, ❝ you’re no fair , ❞ a tiny whine , ❝ you know my neck is — ❞ words stop suddenly as kisses turn into licking , a sucking motion that’s sure to leave a mark ! his action illicit a moan, ❝ hmmm ! — i still have bite marks from last time. ❞ that is on her inner thigh && not her neck.