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"Aren't you afraid your last photos will scare away all your admirers?"
She sits on the kitchen island, not ashamed of how indecent her short gold-colored silk dress has risen. She looks at him with a smirk over her Iphone and casually bounces her bare foot.
Patience ends as Daemon reaches for her knee and squeezes it feeling her warm skin under his fingers. He's one step away from tossing her phone aside and taking her right there, not caring about dinner or the fact that they're in the kitchen. He leaves a smearing kiss on her jaw and mutters before stepping back to the stove:
"Let them see. All that matters is what one of my admirers thinks. The one who loves to tease too much, byka perzys."
“You flatter yourself,” Rhaenyra teases but he can feel her smile even with his back to her.
Let the whole world know that she is his and his alone. He's not going to hide.
