It was true, how she felt about being treated constantly as a Queen; Blackbeard knew her well. Yes, she demanded respect, demanded to be treated as her status allowed her to be. But sometimes, she liked to remember that she was not just a Queen, not just a Sorceress, but a woman. Blackbeard, of so few other men, managed to understand that easily.
"It would look lovely, but I suspect you would find after a moment that it looked even lovelier on the floor, yes?" His fingers rolled and teased her nipple, sending a rush of heat through Morgana's body that made her wish there was a wall at her back, to stop her from going too weak in the knees. But Gods, did he know how to please her, and the low moan she made was an example of that.
"If you like them so much," she breathed out lowly, dragging her fingers slowly down, "Perhaps you should try for more."