Rhaegar/Lyanna

"Rhaegar." She whimpers, "Please..."

"Please what, Lyanna?" Rhaegar asks, teasing her folds with his questing fingers while he contorts his body to suckle at her nipple. "What do you want me to do?"

Lyanna writhes in his arm, gasping for breath as exquisite bliss zipped straight right through her core and simmers heatedly beneath her belly.

"Please take me now." She begs shamelessly, clawing at his back as his thumb rolls over her little bud of pleasure before he slides one finger inside her.

A gasp instantly tore from Lyanna's lips as she felt him there. Her hips bucking in desperation as his tongue and his thumb graze over her most sensitive of places.

"I want you please, Rhaegar." She hitches her leg up, trying to wrap her leg around him and wanting to feel him inside her already.

"If you insist, my little wolf." Lyanna heard her lover say, and without warning, Rhaegar propelled her up against the wall and pressed her against him, naked and bare, and the head of his manhood carefully prying her open.

Her breathing came out harsh and haltingly as she moves her hips down, forcing him a little deeper into her.

"Rhaegar," She moans out loud at the sensation of being slowly stretch by him. Her inner muscles fluttering at the pleasant invasion. Lyanna wants to take all of him until she does not know where she ends and he begins.