Margaery smirked as she looked down at him. Her leg rubbed softly against him as she felt his cock twitch. "You think me incapable of stopping you if you move in a manner I don't like?"

Margaery nuzzled against his neck and kissed over his jaw. "You can't go too far with me - they'll inspect the bedsheets after our wedding night. If I'm not a true maid that night, they will know. So you'll have to exercise that Bolton self control."