Margaery cried out and her legs squeezed tighter around him as he fucked her with abandon. It was raw, primal. All of her senses were aflame. Margaery wrapped her arms around him and dragged her nails hard down his back, enjoying the slight wetness that came from his blood. How long had it been since they'd broken furniture? Before the twins were born? Possibly. Too long. She heard the bed creaking beneath them, and Margaery cried out his name over and over again.