"Turn around then." Daemon allowed her to leave his lap only to turn about and slide right back into it, ripping the rest of her shift away and tossing it aside. Now, she was naked atop him, and he grinned like a cat up at her, blue eyes twinkling.

"Kiss me, Sansa," he ordered, tilting back his head and parting his lips just enough. His mouth slanted slightly, amusement mingling with slow-burning desire, and Daemon returned his hands to his wife's body, sliding around her waist and down further to grip her cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh a little lecherously.