Margaery breathed heavily for a few minutes as Hannibal set her down on the bed. The press of his lips over her skin and her breasts made her cry out softly. "Gods, Hannibal," she whined. The feeling of his release filling up her core made her tremble and quake. But it wasn't enough, indeed she wanted more. If she wasn't already pregnant, she would have begged for him to give her another child.