Mariana's Pov

He’s not pathetic.

No, he’s not. He’s hot, so fucking hot.

With his eyes feasting on my body, on my calves, a growl rumbling low in his throat, and his hands kneading my ass, I tremble.

“Pathetic?” He asks, a smirk dancing around his perfect lips.

“Yes, you are,” I hush, my eyes clouding over with lust.

A chuckle, low in his throat, rumbles.

His hand molds itself to my breast, his eyes darkening. “Oh,” he breathes a hush, “your skin is soft. I ...