Margaery yelped in surprise when he pulled her face up. As he began squeezing and caressing over her breast, Margaery moaned softly. No one had ever wanted her this way. Renly had never looked upon her in lust, Joffrey had looked upon her in admiration but never with true desire. Margaery had ached for so long, wanting the touch of a man, deep inside.

Did she trust him with that? With her maidenhead that she had guarded so fiercely, excepted when offered to Renly. Margaery nodded slowly, apprehensively.

"Yes, I trust you," she nodded again. It was only then that her hand moved beneath the covers, down his abdomen and to his semi-hard manhood and gave it a generous squeeze. It was far harder than Renly has ever managed for her.