One bold hand left her breast and slithered down her belly between her thighs, delving beneath all the cumbersome layers that women insisted upon wearing. She was warm there, but not yet slick enough for him to just take her. Thankfully, the King of the Seven Kingdoms didn't mind doing a little, or a lot, of preparatory work, which was why his coarse fingers delved deep, the middle slipping between hot folds and teasing just enough.

The heel of his hand pressed higher, nudging against her clit with measured rhythm, and Daemon was even cheeky enough to hum along the back of his wife's neck as he worked her with his hands, nonplussed that his own trousers were growing pleasantly tight.