They're alone, the chance of them being found out is all but nonexistent, but Daenerys is still so startled by the volume of her moans that she tries for a moment to quiet them with her free hand, for a moment almost succeeding before sensation overtakes her so much that she can barely find the will to keep her limbs held any way but where they might fall.

"I -- I think --" Her body feels so wound up tight, shivers and waves of heat rush through her alternately, and all she can think is close.