[ Her worries aren't unfounded, that part of Daemon's nature cannot be overlooked. Fickle and untamed, driven only by the course he sets. Not even Rhaenyra has the power to pry him completely from that, even though her pull to him now has become almost unquenchable.
This moment is more of pure of desire than heedless ambition, but a thought continues to haunt him. Looming over him like a shadow unable to be entirely shaken away. He can close his eyes and allow her to pull him in stay tangled up in the heat of it, but it's not releasing its grip. As the desire mounts and draws at him in further, so does that shadow follow.
The smile curling his lips still mirrors her amusement, but the brief flicker in his demeanor can surely be felt. There is resistance setting into his bones as she reaches for him again. Allowing her to snare him from retreating back any further but not enough for her to drag him back down completely. Instead, he meets her somewhere in the middle and kisses her again. Allowing her to take him back into the fold once more.
As his weight sinks back down on one arm, freeing up a hand to wander her. Fingertips mapping each curve through the cloudy linen until the length of his reach is met. Grasping at the fabric and gathering it up to find the heat of her bare thigh. Lightly calloused fingers finding purchase along warm skin with a subtle squeeze.]
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This moment is more of pure of desire than heedless ambition, but a thought continues to haunt him. Looming over him like a shadow unable to be entirely shaken away. He can close his eyes and allow her to pull him in stay tangled up in the heat of it, but it's not releasing its grip. As the desire mounts and draws at him in further, so does that shadow follow.
The smile curling his lips still mirrors her amusement, but the brief flicker in his demeanor can surely be felt. There is resistance setting into his bones as she reaches for him again. Allowing her to snare him from retreating back any further but not enough for her to drag him back down completely. Instead, he meets her somewhere in the middle and kisses her again. Allowing her to take him back into the fold once more.
As his weight sinks back down on one arm, freeing up a hand to wander her. Fingertips mapping each curve through the cloudy linen until the length of his reach is met. Grasping at the fabric and gathering it up to find the heat of her bare thigh. Lightly calloused fingers finding purchase along warm skin with a subtle squeeze.]