Chapter 81: Taste (3)
Warning! Mature content.
Tyrion kept Penelope’s hands pinned above her head using only his left hand. His right hand pulled the garment down so her breast would be fully exposed to him.
Penelope squirmed beneath him, but she was still not against his actions. There was simply a need to cover herself, but Tyrion kept her from doing so.
Tyrion released the garment as he didn’t intend to expose more of her body. He stared at what was hidden from him all along.
He was lucky her legs were perfectly trapped between his, or she would have hit him where it would ruin the mood that fell upon the room.
Tyrion had never witnessed a more beautiful sight.
Penelope’s hair was sprawled across the bed and along the sides of her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her face still filled with embarrassment. Her breast, just from the looks of it, would perfectly fit the palm of his hands.
If he were some kind of beast, he would enjoy feasting on her.
"Must you stare so long? We are married. It is not a sight you must stare at so long as though you shall never see it again," Penelope said to end his stare.
Tyrion smiled. "You have little idea of what is occurring in my mind. We shall see each other many times after this, but this moment, this is our first. I want it to be a pleasant memory for both of us, which we will not forget."
Tyrion gently ran his finger from her collarbone down through the valley of her breast and continued till he reached where her garment laid.