She wanted him. So badly she wanted him. But she couldn't. Even as her hips moved so desperately against his to generate more friction. She couldn't betray Drogo that way. Bad enough she had another man in their bed.

"No, no! Please, don't go..." she whimpered. Daenerys needed more. But she couldn't feel him inside her, not yet. All she could do was stroke his cock, squeezing and rubbing her deft fingers along his length. Already she felt his precum coating her fingers, and she longed to feel his release over her hand.