Innocence and Arrogance

Jon loves her regardless, wrapping his hands around her small hips to pull her closer. Sansa lies just on the edge of the table; legs twisted around Jon’s waist as he fucks her so hard the heavy table moves under them. She’s so fucking pretty, caught on the wood with his name coming out of her mouth. “King in the North,” she says, glaring, “Am I to be your queen? Or shall you fuck me when I make you angry?”

Jon doesn’t answer, just bites his lip and thrusts harder, winding one hand behind her neck and into her hair.