Warning! Mature content.
Penelope didn't shy away as Tyrion came to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck when he stopped above her.
"I know you are trying hard not to stare," Penelope said.
Tyrion looked down at her breast. "I was admiring your beauty. I am not the shy one here, Penelope. You need to be careful what you say tonight since I will have you eat your words."
Tyrion parted her legs to make room for him and placed his hands under her thighs to pull Penelope back to him.
Penelope yelped, followed by laughter since his touch tickled her. She covered her mouth with her hand to hide her laughter.
Penelope's laughter soon ceased when Tyrion bit her.
His hand roaming the side of her body had her words caught in her throat.
Penelope had not forgotten how it felt for Tyrion to touch her, but his touch now was far better than her memory.
His hands explored her body as though he intended to make a map of it later or sculpt her.
