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    Sansa can feel her orgasm build, she knows she’s almost there, she’s so close. She closes her eyes. He’s there. He’s always there. Staring at her, touching her hip, finger twirling her hair, fingers brushing against each other when she hands him a cup of tea, or fork, or anything.

    (Sometimes, she makes up excuses to touch him, desperate to feel him under her fingertips again).

    “Sandor.” Her voice is higher, a bit more pitch to it and she lets out a moan, body teetering on the edge, when suddenly everything is silent, the toy inside her stops vibrating. The orgasm she’d been chasing for the better part of twenty minutes, receding.

    Her body is covered with a thin layer of sweat and she lets out a frustrated groan, head slamming back into her pillow. She huffs into it. “Fuck.”

    “I can help you with that.” Sandor’s voice is like a whip, breaking the silence of the room.

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