Margaery shook her head at her. "No... I'm afraid it's the other way 'round."

She groaned and moved her body each time Daenerys left little trails of fire on her skin, wet and teasing, and then her hands tried to hold onto Daenerys or the bedsheets or something else to keep her from writhing far too much as her eyes shut tightly in pleasure.

And she had not even nipped at her lips, breasts, or any other sensitive skin yet...