Warning! Mature content below.
"You're cruel," Penelope spoke softly.
Tyrion kissed Penelope's cheek. "For giving you what you wanted? You looked impatient. Don't tire yourself out so fast."
"I am not tired," Penelope said, though momentarily she lost the energy to move. "What are you waiting for? Once we arrive at the estate, it's over for you."
"Is that so?" Tyrion asked, certain these plans would change.
Tyrion pushed Penelope to take more of him. He moved slowly, allowing her to experience every second and every inch of being connected again.
Penelope's nails poked at his shoulder, but they did not dig into his skin.
"It seems you prefer this position best-"
Penelope covered Tyrion's mouth with her hand. "Could you not speak of this?" She asked, looking back as though Damien could hear them.
Tyrion took the chance to lick Penelope's hand.
"If you don't speak of it with me, who will you speak of it to? Keep to yourself? Hmm?"
