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Theon

           

           "Andwarmmybedbynight?"Hereachedforthelacesofherbodiceandbegantoundothem,hisfingersdeftandpracticed."OnceImighthavecarriedyouhomeasaprize,andkeptyoutowifewhetheryouwilleditorno.Theironmenofolddidsuchthings.Amanhadhisrockwife,histruebride,ironbornlikehimself,buthehadhissaltwivestoo,womencapturedonraids."

           Thegirl’seyesgrewwide,andnotbecausehehadbaredherbreasts."Iwouldbeyoursaltwife,milord."

           "Ifearthosedaysaregone."Theon’sfingercircledoneheavyteat,spiralingintowardthefatbrownnipple."Nolongermayweridethewindwithfireandsword,takingwhatwewant.Nowwescratchinthegroundandtosslinesinthesealikeothermen,andcountourselvesluckyifwehavesaltcodandporridgeenoughtogetusthroughawinter."Hetookhernippleinhismouth,andbitituntilshegasped.

           "Youcanputitinmeagain,ifitpleaseyou,"shewhisperedinhisearashesucked.

           Whenheraisedhisheadfromherbreast,theskinwasdarkredwherehismouthhadmarkedher."Itwouldpleasemetoteachyousomethingnew.Unlacemeandpleasuremewithyourmouth."

           "Withmymouth?"

           Histhumbbrushedlightlyoverherfulllips."It’swhatthoselipsweremadefor,sweetling.Ifyouweremysaltwife,you’ddoasIcommand."

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