It's slow, impossibly slow; there's a part of Daenerys that feels almost like telling him to hurry it along, though she knows he's going carefully out of consideration and that she'll likely be thankful for it. The second he starts to enter her, though, she starts to feel impossibly needy, her heart's going even faster, she wants him to hurry and take all the time in the world and never, ever stop.
It's a strange feeling, having him inside her like this, but it's -- it's a good strange, like now they're just that much more together. "I am," she assures him, holding his gaze and nodding very determinedly. She isn't sure how to ask for what she wants, she's not even sure what it is, but she settles for rocking her hips against his, hoping he'll keep it up.
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It's a strange feeling, having him inside her like this, but it's -- it's a good strange, like now they're just that much more together. "I am," she assures him, holding his gaze and nodding very determinedly. She isn't sure how to ask for what she wants, she's not even sure what it is, but she settles for rocking her hips against his, hoping he'll keep it up.