Daemon responded to that sweet offer with a muffled groan, licking at her sweet, sweet lips before daring to slip his tongue between them, nearly reeling to at long last have her flavor in his mouth. Intoxicating. Better than even the sweetest Dornish wine. He kept his hands where they were, save perhaps to reverently stroke his thumb across her cheek, guide her head a little aside to better meet his mouth.
He gave her just a little of that "wild passion", simply because it ran so hot beneath his skin, so very close to the surface that he couldn't help it. But it was always slow, lingering, allowing her to agree or change her mind. Either way, he'd always respect whatever boundary she required.
Only when the absolute need for air demanded he lift his head did Daemon pull away, and then only to rest his forehead against Genya's, lips still parted and wet. He gently nudged his nose against hers, still reeling in her scent, her taste, and her entire self, so close and so soft. His mouth quirked, and he whispered foreign words between them: "Davra yeri," before touching her lips again with his.
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Date: 2023-05-01 02:37 am (UTC)He gave her just a little of that "wild passion", simply because it ran so hot beneath his skin, so very close to the surface that he couldn't help it. But it was always slow, lingering, allowing her to agree or change her mind. Either way, he'd always respect whatever boundary she required.
Only when the absolute need for air demanded he lift his head did Daemon pull away, and then only to rest his forehead against Genya's, lips still parted and wet. He gently nudged his nose against hers, still reeling in her scent, her taste, and her entire self, so close and so soft. His mouth quirked, and he whispered foreign words between them: "Davra yeri," before touching her lips again with his.