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Dragon's Desire: A Game of Passion - part 2
As you prepare for the feast, your mind is full of Aemond.
Is this a game to him?
Or is he genuinely interested?
Your heart races at the thought of seeing him again, yet you can’t shake off the feeling that there might be consequences to pursuing this connection.
You stand in front of your mirror, admiring the intricate lacework on your dress.
You know you look stunning but wonder if it will be enough to hold his attention.
As you fasten the last clasp, your fingers tremble with anticipation.
Arriving at the feast, you take a deep breath and step into the grand hall.
The moment you enter, Aemond’s eyes find yours across the room, and he makes his way towards you.
Every step he takes feels like an eternity as your heart hammers in your chest.
“You look absolutely ravishing,” he says with a predatory smile on his face.
Your cheeks flush at his compliment, but you manage to respond with a hint of playfulness.
“And you are looking particularly handsome yourself tonight, Aemond.”
He chuckles and offers his arm, leading you through the throngs of guests.
The electricity between you is palpable as you move in sync, your bodies brushing against each other with every step.
You feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of where this night may lead.
As Aemond leads you to a secluded corner, his hand brushes against your bare arm, sending shivers down your spine.
“This is going too far,” you think to yourself, but deep inside, you don’t want it to stop.
The temptation of exploring this passionate connection is simply too great.
As you turn to face him, Aemond’s eyes are filled with desire, and his voice is low and husky as he leans in close.
“I can feel the heat radiating from your body,” he says softly.
You shiver at his words, unable to hide your arousal any longer.
Suddenly, his lips descend on yours in a searing kiss that takes you by surprise.
Your eyes widen for a moment before closing as you surrender to the intensity of the passion between you.
His tongue gently parts your lips, and you moan softly as he explores your mouth with an expertise that leaves you weak at the knees.
“I crave you, my lady,” he whispers against your lips, his voice filled with raw hunger.
Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel a wave of lust wash over you.
You’re aching for more, but part of you is still cautious.
As the kiss deepens, his hands begin to roam over your body, causing shivers of pleasure to course through you.
He gently caresses your breasts, teasing your nipples with feather-light touches before firmly grasping them in his hands, eliciting a moan from your lips.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice filled with dark desire.
You nod mutely, too overcome by the sensations to form words.
He smiles wickedly and continues his exploration of your body, trailing kisses down your neck as he unfastens the laces of your dress.
Your heart races as you feel the cool air against your skin, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting that hides the flush in your cheeks.
Aemond’s hands glide over your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine with every touch.
You can’t help but arch into his caresses, desperate for more of this exquisite pleasure.
As he reaches the hem of your dress, he lifts it slowly, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of your body.
You feel vulnerable and exposed, but the heat in Aemond’s eyes reassures you that you are safe with him.
Your breathing quickens as he finally removes the last barrier between you, leaving you standing before him completely naked.
He steps back for a moment to admire your body, his eyes raking over every curve and hollow.
“You are stunning,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire.
You blush at his compliment but feel an unmistakable surge of confidence at the raw hunger in his gaze.
As Aemond’s hands roam your body once more, you can’t help but gasp and moan with pleasure.
His touch is gentle yet firm, and his lips follow closely behind, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.
Your legs begin to weaken as he teases you mercilessly, bringing you right to the edge without allowing you to fall over.
“Please…” you whisper breathlessly, unable to form coherent words anymore.
Aemond smiles and leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers: “This is just the beginning.”
With that, you’re left aching for more, wanting nothing more than to give yourself completely to him.
But for now, you must wait until the next chapter of this passionate encounter unfolds…
You stand outside Aemond’s chambers, your heart pounding in your ears as you raise your hand to knock softly on the door.
You know this is dangerous; it could have grave consequences if anyone were to find out about your clandestine meetings with a Targaryen.
But despite all reason and caution, you find yourself unable to resist the magnetic pull of Aemond’s presence.
The door opens swiftly, revealing Aemond dressed in his finery, his silver hair perfectly styled, and his violet eyes dark with desire.
He ushers you inside without a word, closing the door firmly behind him as he turns to face you.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says in a low voice, his gaze roving over your body hungrily.
You swallow hard, feeling both nervous and exhilarated at the same time.
Your eyes meet his, and you can see the raw passion that burns within him, mirroring your own desires.
“I… I wasn’t sure if I should come,” you admit, your voice a mere whisper as you try to hide the trembling in your hands.
He steps closer, closing the gap between you until his chest is almost touching yours.
You can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and it sends shivers down your spine.
“I’m glad you did,” he says softly, his breath tickling your ear as he leans in close.
Without warning, Aemond’s hands come up to grasp your hips, pulling you tightly against him.
You gasp at the sudden contact, but before you can react further, his lips descend upon yours in a searing kiss that takes your breath away.
His tongue parts your lips, exploring your mouth with an expertise that leaves you weak-kneed and aching for more.
As your bodies press together, you become acutely aware of the hardness between Aemond’s legs, evidence of his desire for you.
Your own arousal begins to build, a rush of heat flooding your body as his hands begin to roam over you, unfastening your dress with practiced ease.
You gasp as his fingers graze the sensitive skin just below your breast, sending shivers coursing through your body.
His lips trail down your neck, leaving a blazing path of kisses in their wake.
“This is wrong… but it feels so right,” you think to yourself, unable to deny the pleasure that courses through you with every touch.
Finally, Aemond’s hands reach the hem of your dress, and he lifts it slowly, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of your body.
You feel vulnerable and exposed but also strangely empowered as his eyes devour every curve and hollow of your flesh.
“You are stunning,” Aemond murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire as he steps back for a moment to admire you fully.
Your cheeks flush at the compliment, but you can’t help but feel a surge of confidence in his gaze, knowing that you have captivated him just as much as he has captured your heart.
His hands resume their exploration of your body, caressing every inch of exposed skin with reverence.
Your breath quickens as Aemond’s fingers dance across your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks that ache for more attention.
You arch into his touch, desperate for the pleasure you know he can give.
Aemond trails kisses down your body, leaving a wake of fire in their path.
He reaches your breasts and begins to lavish each one with attention, flicking his tongue over your nipples before taking them into his mouth.
You moan loudly as he sucks and nibbles on the sensitive flesh, his hands simultaneously cupping your breasts and massaging them gently.
As his mouth continues its journey downward, you feel your heart pounding in anticipation of where it will lead next.
Your eyes widen when Aemond finally reaches the apex of your thighs and parts them gently with his hands.
He kneels before you, his gaze locked on yours as he lowers his head to your center.
“You taste divine,” he whispers, his breath caressing your sensitive flesh.
Your body trembles in response, the anticipation almost too much to bear.
And then, with a slow deliberate movement, Aemond’s tongue darts out and begins to tease your swollen clit.
You cry out at the sudden sensation, unable to control the waves of pleasure that surge through you as his tongue expertly laps at your core.
His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he devours you with an insatiable hunger.
Every lap, every lick, sends ripples of ecstasy coursing through your body, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
You can feel your climax building within you, a coiling tension that threatens to break free at any moment.
“Please…” you whimper, unable to form coherent words anymore as Aemond’s ministrations push you over the edge.
With one final flick of his tongue and a firm press against your clit, you explode into a shattering orgasm that rocks your entire body.
Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you as you ride out your climax, Aemond’s hands holding you steady as he gently kisses the inside of your thighs.
Your eyes flutter open to find him watching you intently, a smug smile playing on his lips as he rises to stand before you once more.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Aemond murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he leans in to kiss you goodnight.
You melt into the embrace, feeling satisfied and utterly spent from your encounter.
But even as you part ways, you know that this is only the beginning… and that the next chapter will bring even more intense passion and pleasure than the last.