Mariana POV
“We’re here,” Lord Verlice husks, nibbling on my ear and making me squirm. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have self control, but not right now. I can’t keep my hands off of him. I want to fuse our bodies together so there is no space between us at all. Every touch makes me want him more and more. “Want me to carry you up?” he asks, probably sensing my reluctance to let him go.
I’m straddling him now, grinding my body against his, my dress moving further and further up my legs so my ass is almost out now. His large hands are on my waist, ready to lift me or help me to keep my momentum grinding on him, I don’t know. I just know I don’t want them off me anytime soon.
“Carry me,” I demanded, then claim his mouth once again. His lips taste so good, like some kind of forbi
