Daenerys hummed quietly in approval as she drew him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth; she did so love the feel of his fingers sifting through her hair. She wouldn't have minded it if need had pushed them to tighten and twist, not really, but the softness, the tenderness between them, it was one of the many reasons she couldn't stand the very thought of losing her wolf. Not ever.

She lifted her gaze to watch him through the errant strands of her hair, all of her focus on his pleasure and her desire for him to feel her love, her devotion to him, to convey her ever present need to have him at her side, both in their bed and out.