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He stared at me for another few seconds before he unclasped his cloak and let it slide into the chair and then onto the floor. Underneath was a long-sleeved black vest with little markings in it, the fur lining the edge of the sleeves. He gripped the back of the garment and pulled it forward over his head, revealing a black shirt underneath.
I watched him, waiting to see what he looked like underneath. He looked muscular through his clothing, and now that I could see his arms, I knew how strong he was. He had big arms, with lots of different muscles that made them bulky and smooth at the same time. His skin was fair like he hadn’t seen the sun much, probably because it’d been freezing for a long time.
He did the same with his shirt, pulling it forward and revealing muscular perfection.
I inhaled a breath at the sight of him.
In the center of two strong pectoral muscles was a patch of dark hair. His stomach was carved with lines, his abs distinct and strong because there wasn’t a layer of fat on top to hide them. Even when he was sitting, he didn’t have a gut. He was ripped, with a thin line of hair below his belly button that disappeared into his pants.
My eyes roamed over his body, seeing a real man sitting before me, with muscles and hair. His collarbone popped out from his skin because he was so tight, so trim. His shoulders were muscular and broad. I’d never been with a man that looked anything like that…except in my fantasies.
I swallowed the catch in my throat before I lifted my gaze to look at him.
He studied my reaction, like he wanted to watch me want him, to see me want him as much as he wanted me. He loosened his boots and got them off before he pulled the string of his pants then rose to his feet so he could drop those next. He pushed them over his hips and thighs, his muscular legs too sculpted for the pants to just drop down like mine did. His thighs were thick with different muscles that made them tight and strong like tree trunks. They were covered with dark hair. He grabbed his black boxers next and pushed them down, revealing a big dick that was drooling at the tip. He wasn’t groomed either so there was a lot of hair around his balls, but it was sexy.
I stared at his dick and felt my throat go dry at the sight of him. Instead of being stuck in that cabin in the middle of nowhere, I felt like I was somewhere else, in my bedroom with a man I’d noticed across the room in a bar…someone I wanted to take home the second he bought me a drink.
He stared down at me, watched me watch him.
I scooted back up the bed, my head reaching the corner of the mattress between the two walls. My thighs automatically parted from him to get on top of me.
He looked between my legs before his knees hit the mattress. He moved down and on top of me, his thighs scooping underneath mine, his face level with mine. He released a deep breath right against my lips, a quiet moan barely audible, deep and masculine. His eyes were warm like a summer day, and his skin was already flushed in arousal when he’d barely touched me.
My hands started at his stomach and moved up, over his hard pecs, to his shoulders, one hand moving to his jawline so I could cup his face. I stared at his lips and imagined how it would feel to kiss him, to feel those lips glide past mine, to feel his facial hair rub against my soft skin.
He stared at my lips before he leaned down and kissed me, a soft embrace, a gentleness that he never showed. He was callous and cold, but he kissed me like I was delicate, like he wanted to explore me before he took me.
The softness didn’t last long, because both of my hands dug into his hair and I deepened the kiss, feeling a tightness in my stomach, an electric flush throughout my body that made me feel like I was somewhere far away. The chemistry was as hot as a lit torch, and the closeness I shared with this man made me desire him more, made me crave his touch deeper and deeper. The kiss turned urgent and frantic, both of us wanting each other more desperately as the minutes went on.
He pulled his lips away so he could grab his base and direct himself inside me, moving through my hair and landing in the wet slit that was ready to take him. He didn’t lick his hand and moisten his tip because he didn’t need to. With eyes locked on mine, he groaned as he felt my desire, groaned louder as he sank deeper and deeper.
