Chapter 82: Taste (4)
Warning! Some mature content.
Penelope didn’t know what to think of herself for enjoying what Tyrion did to her now. Before this very moment, she would have found it strange if anyone spoke of doing this, yet she found herself gripping the blanket beneath her for dear life.
Was it right for her to think of herself as a lady after this?
Tyrion’s name was repeatedly called from her lips, something she was certain he would tease her about when he was done.
This moment brought on new things which Penelope was inexperienced in and had to learn more about. Her stomach felt in knots for a moment, then she felt relieved not long after, and it was all due to Tyrion.
Penelope met Tyrion’s gaze when he sat up. His tongue poked out of his lips as he savoured what lingered.
Penelope, once again, covered her face. How was she to face him after this?
"It’s a little too late to be hiding from me, isn’t it?" Tyrion asked, pulling her gown down to cover her legs.
Tyrion was tempted to have more of her, but he couldn’t, and it was placing him in a state of pain because he could not wait any longer. He got off the bed before he went any further than he had planned for the night.
Tyrion stood up. "We’ll stop here," he said as he walked to the bathing chamber.
Penelope propped herself up to watch as he walked away. How was this all?