Chapter 91

Aaron was touching her as she hadn't been touched in so long.

“I'm out of practice.”She said

He flipped the third button open. “Thinking?"

“No.” Cersei's breath came out in a shaky laugh. “I'm very good at thinking most of the time."

“Then think about this." He kissed her“I want to touch you. I want to feel your skin under my hands. Like this." He unhooked her slacks. He leaned forward and caught her chin in his teeth. A brief nip shot an ache down the center of her body. “Since you're out of practice, I'll just guide you through. and I want you looking at me when I touch you.”

Look straight ahead, he'd told Cersei. And had steadied her.

“I want to look at you,” she told him.

He lowered the zipper, slowly, knuckles grazing against her. Her low moan echoed like thunder in her ears.

It had been so long since a man had wanted her. Since a man had made her want. Cersei wanted to tense, go rigid at the thought of the invasion of privacy, of self. But her body was already yearning.

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