𝕿he 𝕿hroned 𝕺ath chapter seventeen. rhaenyra the cruel
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Saera and Jacaerys didn't know what came over them, one minute she was comforting her husband as he broke down in her arms and the next he was kissing her.
Saera kissed him back, Jacaerys arms held her tightly to him. Saera didn't waste anytime by pushing Jacaerys down onto the bed, he looked speechless as he looked up at her as she straddled him.
His hands going to her back to her laces of her dress, he started pulling at them and she grinned, helping him pull her strings of her dress. Her dress slipping from her shoulders and down to her hips. Saera helped pull her dress down and off of her.
Jacaerys' face went red from seeing Saera bare, his hands were hesitant to touch her but Saera slowly pulled his hands to her hips.
"Beautiful," He whispered as his hands ran up and down her hips, Saera started to grind herself on his clothed cock, Jacaerys groaned throwing his head back a bit, until he felt Saera's hands on his and he lifted his head to see her untying his trousers and pulled them down.
Saera slowly sank down onto his cock inch by inch, her breath hitching at the fullness, the stretch, the way he filled her completely. Her hands braced against his chest, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to him. Jacaerys' hands went straight to her hips to help her with her movements, Saera groaned at the feeling of Jacaerys' filling her up, "Jace," She mumbled, Jacaerys' hands gripped her hips so hard it would leave a bruise.
Saera bounced. Her groans and moans were heard all around, Jacaerys' helped by thrusting up which caused Saera to let out a sound that was only heard from a brothel.
Saera movements started to become slower, and her legs began to tremble, Jacaerys shifted rolling them over so he hovered above her, their bodies pressed flush. Her hands gripped the sheets, her head tipping back as he thrust into her with a steady, powerful rhythm, chasing both her pleasure and his own.
