What is he doing? Sansa whimpers a little under her breath and squirms even though she doesn't get anywhere with the way Daemon is holding her hips tight. She inhales sharply when his tongue touches her folds, though, because no one has ever touched her there besides herself and then only to watch. No one has ever done anything filthy like this.

There's a dim fear in the back of her head that someone is going to walk in on them and what's going to happen if that happens? What would Daemon do if someone interrupted him? Would she recover? Those thoughts are held in her head but for a moment and then she feels everything start to shake a bit. Is that normal?

"Oh!" she cries out sharply, sliding a hand into his hair and tightening it. "What..."