"Gods, Daenerys, yes," she hissed out in pleasure and Margaery's hands sought Daenerys' hair or head or anything she could possibly use to hang on for support.

She was biting her lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly, but gave up finally and begged, "Please" when she felt her wet lips move toward her own breasts. She needed to feel her mouth surrounding them.

Normally, Margaery would love to be the one in control but there was something... special about this sort of give-and-take instead.