The firelight danced across the stone walls of their Dragonstone chambers, casting golden shadows that flickered over the rumpled silks and half-empty goblets of Arbor red scattered from the night's revels. Alysanne stood with her back to Rhaegar, the weight of the day's chaos still clinging to her like a second skin—the sharp words from drunken lords, the scrape of steel in Jaime's defense, the way Rhaegar's roar had cut through it all. Her silver-gold hair tumbled loose down her spine, and the intricate fastenings of her wedding gown felt suddenly too tight, her breath coming shallow as his fingers brushed the first clasp at her nape.

She felt his hunger in the tremor of his touch, wine-bold and insistent, his body heat radiating against her as he worked the hooks free one by one. But Alysanne turned it into a game, ignoring the hard press of his cock against her hip, the way his breath hitched with each lingering drag of his knuckles along her bare shoulder. "Slowly, my prince," she murmured, voice laced with teasing sweetness, leaning just enough into his palms to feel the calluses scrape her skin without giving in. "The wine's made you clumsy tonight." Her own pulse thrummed hotter at the game, her nipples tightening against the thin silk as she shifted, letting the gown slip a fraction to expose the curve of her breast, yet she kept her tone light, playful, denying the ache building low in her belly.

Rhaegar's hands paused, then resumed with deliberate slowness, thumbs tracing the arch of her spine as he peeled the fabric wider, exposing the swell of her ass and the faint sheen of sweat there from the long day. "Shy now, are we?" he teased, voice rough with need, his free hand sliding around to cup her hip and pull her back flush against the rigid length of him. "Married in the sight of gods and men, yet you play coy like a maiden in the sept. My wife, trembling under my hands when she knows exactly what I crave." His fingers dipped lower, brushing the edge of her pussy through the parting silk, and she bit back a gasp, the wet heat there betraying how much she wanted him too. But she held firm, turning her head to flash him a wicked smile over her shoulder, her hand reaching back to trail lightly along his thigh without touching where he strained hardest. The tension coiled tighter, his groan vibrating through her as he pressed closer, desperate, craving, the air thick with the scent of their mingled arousal and the promise of what she might yet make him beg for.

Rhaegar’s fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her back hard against the thick ridge of his cock as he ground forward in one slow, deliberate roll of his hips, the friction dragging silk and heat along her bare skin. “Tonight,” he growled against her ear, the wine roughening his voice into something hungrier than she had ever heard from her gentle prince, “I’m going to bend you over that bed, spread those pretty thighs, and fuck this sweet pussy until you’re dripping down my cock and begging for more. No more teasing games, wife—no more holding back. I’ll take you deep, fill you until you feel me for days.” The new edge in him, the possessive bite that marriage had unleashed, sent a fresh pulse of wetness between her legs; Alysanne shivered with delight at the shift, her body arching into his aggression even as her own playful spark flared brighter.

She twisted in his grip with a wicked laugh, spinning to face him and dropping to her knees in one fluid motion that made the loosened gown slide further down her arms. Her silver-gold hair spilled over one shoulder as she worked his breeches open with quick, nimble fingers, freeing the heavy length of him. The sight of his flushed cock, already slick at the tip, made her mouth water; she wrapped her hand around the base, stroking once, twice, feeling the hot throb against her palm before leaning in. Her breath ghosted over the head, lips parting just enough to taste the salt of him as her tongue flicked out—

The chamber door rattled with a sudden, insistent knock.

Flames Unbound: The Dragon's Bride