Daenerys shivered, her entire body seeming to react to Margaery's touch. "I -- I would like -- that," she breathed out, one of her hands flying to grip the bedcovers. "Very -- oh -- very much."

But she hadn't expected Margaery's fingers in her mouth, and that almost startled her, though not in a negative way by any means. Instinctively, she sucked the taste away, only a moment later registering that it was her own and going red at the thought of it.

And then, then she got lost in the feel of Margaery's tongue and lips against her flesh.