He hissed slightly when she pulled on his hair, but Daemon let her hand remain, although he'd do something about it if she started yanking too harshly. He knew this was her very first taste of true pleasure. He didn't let up, either, situating both of his shoulders beneath Sansa's knees, the better to splay her further backwards over the table and work at her a little firmer, a little deeper.

While his tongue worked its serpentine way between slick lips, he made sure to keep his nose bumping against the little nub above, even bringing a calloused thumb over her thigh to give it a few rough flicks as he worked her over with his mouth. It was a heady thing, being a woman's first, and he gave no though to being interrupted, as no one in the entire castle would dare.