She was burning, positively so. She was burning for the knight and it took the princess several months to realize that she desired the Knight. Bäahal had never wanted a man before, and could you blame her when all she knew was violence and pain. Men had always used the young woman for their own entertainment. Her beauty became a curse, and her curves became a death sentence. She dissociated and learned how to control her body which became a tool. When Daenerys freed Mereen, the silver princess reclaimed her body. For the first time in her life, she didn't have to endure another person's desire. She didn't have to be touched in places she didn't like and she didn't have to think about promiscuity anymore. Still... that was before she met Ser Jaime Lannister.
It hit her when the Knight returned from his mission. Upon seeing him, she felt the knot in her stomach, the goosebumps covering her skin, and the warmth between her legs that tortured her this very night. She felt it, the shivers that go down her spine, the growing need for the knight, and the intense heat that became more and more intense. She was haunted by the wild thoughts that crossed her mind, the desire to taste him, to feel his calloused fingers brush over her soft skin, and the sound of pleasure falling from his lips. She was burning, positively so! For the first time in her life, the princess wanted to feel a man. She wanted him to touch her, taste her, devour her. Oh... Oh she did! And the toes that curled upon those thoughts, and the way she was panting only fueled her desire some more. Oh, Jaime...Beloved Jaime.
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