There was a surge of triumph to hearing the sounds he made, tasting his release on her tongue. Daenerys never forgot the stories that Doreah had told her, of the moon that wandered too close to the sun's fire and gave birth to dragons, or of the Lyseni courtesan that could finish a man with nothing but her eyes, which came to mind now. She doubted such a skill truly existed, but maybe there was some trace of truth to the tale.

She coaxed every sound and spasm from him that she could, and when he was spent she gently tugged his hands from her hair and kissed his palms. "I love you, my sweet wolf."