Margaery tilted a brow and looked at him in amusement. "He taught you self control? I thought you Boltons were all about indulgence?"

When he moved her, Margaery felt his cock against her leg and her eyes widened a bit. Renly had nothing on Hannibal. She found herself blushing, worried that she wouldn't be able to accommodate him. But that fear would be dealt with on their wedding night.

Margaery continued tracing over his muscles and bones, loving every curve and sweep of skin. "Mmm...then I shall look forward to that night." Margaery leaned down and dragged her lips over his jaw, trailing down to kiss his neck and chest, over his beating heart. She even nipped playfully at his skin.