A moan echoed his at the touch of his hands, legs widening of their own accord as his hand stroked. She shifted her weight, pressing against his hands, urging him to press harder, faster, to do anything to keep the pleasure coming.
Morgana needed to do something to retaliate, to make sure he didn't have as much power over her as he might think. But she couldn't bring herself to do much more than slide her fingers up under his shirt, fingernails lightly gliding over his skin, intent on sending shivers up his spine.