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Northern Nights: A Winterfell Passion - part 2
The tension between you and Jon is palpable, your shared glances, touches, and whispers more frequent.
You’re drawn to each other, your mutual attraction impossible to ignore.
Despite the danger of indulging in such emotions, the desire for one another grows stronger with each passing night.
As you walk side by side through the ruins of a once-thriving village, you can feel Jon’s eyes on you, his gaze lingering on your form as if he wants to devour you whole.
The very thought sends shivers down your spine and leaves your body aching with unfulfilled desire.
One evening, after a long day of assessments and allocations, you find Jon alone, practicing his swordplay under the soft glow of the moonlight.
Watching him move with such grace and power stirs something deep within you.
As he swings his blade, his muscles flex beneath his shirt, making your heart skip a beat.
You can’t help but admire the beauty in Jon’s movements – the fluidity of his swordplay is mesmerizing.
His focus and determination are undeniably attractive, leaving you yearning for the touch of his calloused hands on your skin.
As if sensing your presence, he turns to face you with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
“You’re watching me,” he says softly, lowering his sword.
“I am,” you reply, unable to tear your eyes away from him.
Jon approaches you slowly, and you feel your heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next.
He comes to a stop mere inches away from you, his intense gaze boring into yours as if he could see right through you.
“Your touch is soothing, YN,” he murmurs, his eyes locked with yours.
“I would appreciate it if you could help me tend to my wounds.”
Without waiting for a response, Jon leads you to the tent where his medical supplies are kept.
You can feel your heart hammering against your chest as you follow him, wondering what this intimate moment might lead to.
As you sit beside each other on a soft rug, you begin cleaning and dressing Jon’s wounds – small cuts and bruises that bear testament to his dedication and bravery.
Your fingers brush against his bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lean in closer and taste the saltiness on his skin.
“Your touch is soothing, YN,” Jon whispers, closing his eyes for a moment as you tend to his wounds.
The sound of his voice sends another wave of desire coursing through your body, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand.
Later that night, you dream of Jon – of his touch, his kiss, and his body entwined with yours.
You awake with a start, your body aching with unfulfilled desire.
As you lie in your tent, trying to calm your erratic breathing, you can’t help but wonder about Jon’s feelings for you.
“This can’t be happening,” you tell yourself as you try to dismiss the thoughts running through your mind.
“He’s your king, not your lover.” But no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise, your heart refuses to listen.
The days pass in a blur of work and longing glances.
The sexual tension between you grows thicker with each passing moment until it becomes unbearable.
You can feel the electricity crackling between you, threatening to consume both of you if left unchecked.
Finally, after another grueling day of rebuilding efforts, you find yourselves alone in a secluded corner of the camp.
The air is thick with desire and anticipation as Jon moves closer to you.
He cups your face gently in his hands, his eyes burning with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt.
“YN,” he whispers, leaning in until his lips are mere inches away from yours.
“I can’t deny this anymore.”
Without waiting for a response, he captures your mouth in a fierce kiss – hungry and passionate.
Your breath catches in your throat as you taste the sweetness of his lips, your body reacting instantly to his touch.
You surrender to the overwhelming sensations, wrapping your arms around Jon’s neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duet.
Moans and soft gasps escape both of you as passion takes hold, consuming every thought except for each other.
Jon’s hands move down your body, caressing every curve with a burning desire that leaves no room for doubt.
Your breath hitches as he cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples through the fabric of your clothes.
You can feel yourself becoming wetter by the second, desperate to have Jon’s hands on you – touching and exploring every inch of your body.
You moan as he trails kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine.
Jon begins unlacing your clothes, revealing the naked flesh beneath.
He pauses for a moment to take in the sight before him, his eyes dark with desire as he devours you with his gaze.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, his voice thick with need.
As Jon continues undressing both of you, his touch becomes more urgent, more demanding.
You can feel your heart racing, anticipation building within you for what is to come next.
Jon kisses and caresses every inch of your body, leaving no part untouched or unexplored.
As he moves lower, teasing your wet folds with his fingers, he pauses, looking up at you.
“Tell me how much you want this,” he growls, his voice rough with desire.
“I need you so badly,” you whisper, unable to hold back the truth any longer.
“Please…don’t stop.”
With a groan, Jon leans in and begins teasing your entrance, his fingers exploring your sensitive flesh as you moan his name in pleasure.
Your body is now trembling with desire, on the brink of release, but Jon knows just how to keep you hanging on the edge without letting you fall over.
“I want to feel you come undone in my hands,” he whispers, his voice low and seductive.
“Tell me what you need.”
You can barely form words as your body strains against the pleasure coursing through it.
“More…harder…please don’t stop,” you gasp, begging for release.
But Jon is relentless, driving you higher and higher until you are close to breaking point.
Just when you think you can’t take any more, he stops, leaving you panting and desperate in his arms.
“Not yet,” he murmurs against your skin as you whimper in frustration.
“I want you so badly… but I need you to wait.” And with that, Jon leans back, leaving you aching and unfulfilled – craving more of him until the very last moment when we will resume this erotic foreplay in chapter 4.
You find yourself alone with Jon once again, the tension between you palpable as you struggle to maintain a semblance of professionalism.
Despite your best efforts, you can’t help but be drawn to him – his strength, his determination, and now, his undeniable desire for you.
As you walk side by side through the ruins of a once-thriving village, Jon pauses suddenly, turning to face you with an intensity that leaves you breathless.
“YN,” he says softly, his voice hoarse with emotion, “I can’t ignore this anymore.”
“What do you mean?” you whisper, your heart racing as you sense the impending confession.
Jon takes a step closer to you, closing the gap between you until you can feel his breath on your skin.
His eyes burn with passion and desire as he says, “I want you.”
For a moment, neither of you speaks – the intensity of Jon’s admission hanging heavy in the air.
Unbidden thoughts flood your mind: memories of shared glances, stolen touches, and whispered words of encouragement.
You realize that despite your best efforts to deny it, you have always known there was something more between you two – a connection deeper than that of just advisor and king.
Taking a deep breath, you decide it’s time to let go of the pretense.
“I want you too,” you admit, feeling both vulnerable and empowered in your honesty.
A slow smile spreads across Jon’s face, his eyes alight with desire as he reaches out and gently cups your cheek.
“I need to feel you against me,” he murmurs, leaning in closer until his lips brush against yours.
The kiss is gentle at first – a tender exploration of each other’s mouths as you both bask in the long-awaited touch.
But soon, that tentative embrace gives way to hunger and passion, your lips moving together urgently as Jon’s hands roam over your body, his fingers leaving trails of fire on your skin.
Gasping for breath, you pull away briefly before speaking in a voice thick with need: “Take me somewhere private.”
Without another word, Jon takes your hand and leads you to an empty tent hidden among the ruins.
Once inside, he closes the flap behind you, ensuring complete privacy as you both succumb to the passion that has been simmering between you for so long.
As darkness envelops the small space, Jon’s hands find their way to the laces of your clothing, his fingers skillfully untying each knot and releasing the fabric from your body until you stand before him, naked and vulnerable.
You watch as he drinks in the sight of you – his eyes roaming over every inch of your exposed flesh with unabashed hunger and desire.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” Jon whispers, stepping closer to you until his body is pressed against yours.
His hands glide up your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he cups your breasts, his fingers teasing your hardened nipples.
A moan escapes your lips as Jon’s mouth descends on yours once again, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth in a passionate dance that leaves you aching for more.
His hands continue their exploration, traveling lower until they reach the wet heat between your legs – his fingers teasing and probing at your entrance before diving into your slick folds without warning.
“Oh fuck!” you gasp, your back arching as pleasure courses through your body with every stroke of Jon’s skillful fingers.
He knows exactly how to touch you – the perfect combination of pressure and speed that has your legs trembling and your heart racing.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper desperately, unable to hold back the pleas spilling from your lips.
But Jon is relentless in his pursuit of pleasure – his fingers probing deeper, his thumb finding your sensitive clit as he rubs it gently in time with the movements of his fingers inside you.
You are lost in a sea of sensation, waves of pleasure building higher and higher until you feel like you might break apart at any moment.
“I want to hear you come,” Jon growls against your ear, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.
“Tell me how much you need it.”
With a cry, you let go of everything – surrendering yourself completely to the pleasure coursing through your veins as you climax with an intensity that leaves you shaking and breathless in Jon’s arms.
As the afterglow fades and your senses slowly return to normal, you find yourself lying in Jon’s embrace, his body still warm and hard against yours.
You feel sated, content – a sense of connection with this man that transcends anything you have ever experienced before.
“I love you,” Jon whispers softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of your pounding hearts.
“And I know we shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help myself.”
Your heart skips a beat as you realize that for the first time in your life, you are truly seen and understood by someone else.
A man who knows your strengths, respects your intelligence, and loves you for all that you are – despite the risks it poses to both of you.
“I love you too,” you admit, knowing that nothing will ever be the same again.
“But we need to keep this a secret.”
Jon nods in understanding, his eyes filled with determination and resolve as he holds your gaze.
“For now,” he says softly, “but someday, everything will change, and we’ll have our chance at happiness together.”
As you fall asleep in Jon’s arms, the weight of your newfound love and the secrets that bind you both heavy on your heart, you can’t help but wonder about the future.
But for now, there is only the comforting warmth of his embrace and the knowledge that, against all odds, you have found a love worth fighting for.