She wouldn't stop moving beneath him, so somewhere in the back of Jon's mind where he was still able to think, he was determined to keep rocking his hips against hers, stroking himself inside of her even though it felt as if he'd poured all of his energy into her already.

Jon could feel her around him, tightening as she had before, and it was spurring him to continue even though his head spun. Searching for something solid to anchor himself to, his mouth found Daenerys', his breath mixing with hers.