"That's a woman's pleasure," was the quiet drawl as Daemon lifted his head and slowly sat back in his chair, sliding Sansa's bare legs down over his arms. "It's a man's responsibility to give it, as often and as many times as she wants."

He drew the back of his hand over his mouth, chuckling lightly. "And this, my little wolf, is only the beginning." The King's smirk became wolfish, itself. "There's so much more I'm going to teach you, after this."