In the past, Rhaegar's obscene remarks made the princess turn red with embarrassment.
During their first night together, she could not help but find his erotic words rude and inappropriate, and she attributed that behavior to his untamed nomadic nature.
Now, however, it was different. His words no longer bothered her; on the contrary, she found them even more arousing and although it pained her to admit it, she would not mind hearing more of his salacious comments.
It felt as if the overwhelming amount of pleasure from Rhaegar's intense movements had numbed her brain, bringing out the wild, primordial instincts that took charge instead.
In her weakened state, she was only capable of powerlessly grasping the hem of her dress and bedsheets with her trembling fingers.
