Sansa draws in a sharp breath when he presses his mouth against the silk and his hands start wandering over her skin. She's so glad she cannot see him and cannot get shy about it because as it is, she moves her hips clumsily against his face. She's not really sure what she's supposed to do but she hopes he'll tell her.
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Sansa draws in a sharp breath when he presses his mouth against the silk and his hands start wandering over her skin. She's so glad she cannot see him and cannot get shy about it because as it is, she moves her hips clumsily against his face. She's not really sure what she's supposed to do but she hopes he'll tell her.
"It's true, I am yours."