Daemon rolled his shoulder to slide her leg over it, to rest against his back, and he slid further forward in his chair, the better to reach more of her skin. Rumbling approval to the widening of her long legs, the King of the Andals traveled higher still, finally reaching the apex of his intended's thighs. And Daemon didn't falter.

He brazenly licked a slow, wet line over virgin folds, retreating only to do it again, and again, and again. Firm hands at her hips held her still, and Daemon patiently kept up his devilish ministrations, determined to give her the first orgasm of her entire life right here on the dinner table.