Margaery smiled when she heard that rumble. Her body arched against his, her soft breasts and folds pressed or just brushing against his body.

"The guest lesson a Tyrell learns is how to be courtly, polite and demure," Margaery leaned back just a little so that he would see the spark in her dark eyes. "The first lesson I learned was how to observe. How to observe an enemy and discover their weakness. How to observe a man, and what brings him pleasure..."

At the last part, Margaery dragged her tongue along the groove of his neck and nipped playfully at the neck up near his ear. She couldn't help moaning softly as she pressed her body against his.