Daemon let her learn and play, giving kisses when necessary and taking a few here and there for his own. He wasn't shy about letting his hands wander, and they did; calloused fingertips ghosting over Sansa's exposed skin, over her knees, along her thighs, and even between them, but not high enough to make her shiver. Not yet.

But the ties to her dress were quickly becoming irritating, and it was with a disgruntled grunt that the Storm King gave a sharp yank to the laces, snapping one, but achieving his goal of baring her lovely torso to his eyes.

"There." Said in a tone of sheer satisfaction, and then he cupped her breasts, still hidden by her irksome shift, but she was ripe enough for him to roll the nipples between two fingers, all while he kept her mouth busy with his own lips and tongue.