MAR'S POV
Nora's legs are wrapped around my waist, her dress bunched up around her hips. I'm grinding against her desperately.
Every slow roll of my hips drags my c**k against her heat, and the friction is f*****g maddening. She moans into my mouth, her nails digging into my skin.
"f**k," I growl against her lips. "You feel too good."
I'm so hard, it hurts. I want to rip that towel off, shove her panties aside, and bury myself inside her until neither of us can think straight.
The need is violent. I can already imagine how tight and wet she'd be around me. But I know the rules.
I know she's still playing her game.
So I force myself to slow down. I break the kiss, breathing hard, and start to pull back.
Nora's hands immediately grab my biceps.
"Where do you think you're going?" she
