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Tyrion no longer objected to what Penelope wanted to do. He mentally scolded himself for being so foolish as to stop her when she was volunteering to please him.
It was an alluring sight for Penelope to be seated on the floor of the moving carriage, her dress hanging onto her hips and decorating the floor. Her hair still neat with the hairpins Tyrion would soon remove, and her hands so confidently wrapping around him.
It was a stark difference from their first night when both were first experiencing each other and taking small steps to know what they liked.
Tyrion was curious if Penelope purposefully wore the necklace and earrings he had recently gifted to make up for all the time he spent away to put away Quinn.
Penelope didn't like the silence in the carriage, so she leaned forward to take Tyrion into her mouth.
