@TheBIackQueen “I could face a thousand knights in your honour, princess,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and rough. A shiver crawled down his spine as her hands traced slowly along his back, igniting every nerve beneath his flesh.
“So make this punishment, severe.”
Daemon’s fingers traced lightly along @TheBIackQueen’s back, slow and deliberate, as if mapping something unspoken. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, though his gaze held something sharper beneath the surface.
“What’s running inside your mind?”
@TheBIackQueen Daemon released a frustrated hiss the moment Rhaenyra pulled her lips away from his. Her scent lingered between them, intoxicating in such dangerous closeness ——— and he knew she delighted in seeing him this way: utterly undone, drunk on nothing but her presence. >>
@TheBIackQueen began no longer mattered; all he kknew was that no other woman had ever come close to stirring what she did within him.
Drawn by that unspoken pull, he leaned in, closing the space between them. His lips found hers in a firm, lingering kiss, while his arms encircled her, >>
@TheBIackQueen A faint smile touched Daemon’s lips as he leaned in, resting his forehead against Rhaenyra’s. Years had passed, yet he would not change a single moment —— especially not what came before.
“We may never have ended up here if you had,” he murmured. “And the last thing we would >>
@TheBIackQueen Rhaenyra’s arms around him felt like home. Daemon closed his eyes —— not at her teasing, but at the memory with his brother. Viserys’ wrath, his own pleading.
He turned within Rhaenyra’s embrace, studying her face, weighing the truth. This domesticity after they left the >>
@TheBIackQueen >> away. “It was a long time ago,” he said flatly. “I couldn’t remember it.” With a quiet sigh, he turned and walked toward their bed, putting distance between them.
@TheBIackQueen The kiss drew a rare smile from Daemon and he nearly leaned in for another —— until Rhaenrya spoke. Her question pulled him back to that moment of weakness. I want Rhaenyra… The words echoed, unwelcome.
His tip of his ears turned red. His pride rose quickly. He looked >>
@TheBIackQueen As her gaze lifted to meet his, Daemon’s fingers tilted her chin upward, holding her there as he lingered in the intimacy of looking down at his wife.
“Sometimes, not,” he murmured, his voice low, his thumb brushing lightly along her chin. “Tell me what occupies your thoughts.”