Margaery blushed as Hannibal made the remark about a sweeter drink. She settled back against him as she felt him growing hard against her.

Margaery leaned her head back and nuzzled the crook of his neck. She sighed in arousal, feeling his fingers moving over her body.

"I smell your scent, it's stronger now. Heat, smoke and fire," she replied. Another sigh as she breathed deeply and even nipped playfully at his neck. "I feel your fingers moving over my body, pressing into my breasts. You could hurt me with ease, but you won't. There's a reverence in how you touch me."