Margaery gasped at the integration of his teeth into the mix. Her hips continued to arch and roll in rhythm with his movements. She did continue to moan, arching her body and crying out for Hannibal.

Sansa blushed as she saw her friend's face contorted in pleasure. Her hand came to her mouth to silence any sounds that her mouth may have made to betray her position. But thus far the couple were completely unaware that they had an audience. At least Margaery was.

Margaery's breath shuddered in her chest and her body trembled from the pleasure that rushed through her body. "So close..." she whimpered. "Don't stop..."