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He looked at me.Stared. Like I wore silk instead of cotton. Like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.“I think I can agree to that.” I barely heard the words over my thundering heart.
The television caught my attention, I watched my hands as they pushed Devon back into his stately desk chair. He fell easily.Willingly.Without stopping to think, I grasped Mal’s arm, tugging until he rose to full height. For his size, he was pliant to my touch, allowing me to steer him to the armchair and push him down in the exact same manner as my film counterpart. He landed with a soft thud, grey eyes drawing up my body to settle on my face. We stared at one another, a million words passing with just a single look. I reached for him, my thumb spreading over his cheekbone and down the length of his clipped beard. He swallowed beneath the touch, shifting in the chair until his thighs spread beneath the kilt he still wore. His fingers curled into fists.
“Hands where I can see them,” Lyra and I said at the same time. Mal’s eyes flared, understanding and something else in their depths. On screen, Lord Devon cursed beneath his breath, but my eyes were only for Mal as I awaited his decision. When his hands moved, fingers bracing over the arms of the chair, I knew it was instruction to continue.
Lyra and I moved to the centre of our respective rooms. I was a beat behind, but I caught up quickly when she began the lengthy process of undoing the dozen tiny buttons of her night dress. I removed my T-shirt first, my hands sure on the overwashed cotton… watching Mal watch me. And hewatched. He looked starved. The fabric fell in a pile at my feet and he adjusted his position, eyes trying and failing to hold my gaze. His fingers cut deep grooves into the armchair and a notable bulge pressed beneath the moss green of his kilt.
“Is this how you imagined me?” we asked in unison. I pressed my thumbs beneath the waistband of my shorts, letting them fall too. I wore nothing beneath. I came here for this exact purpose.
“Yes,” both men responded, the same raw baritone to their voices. I knew Mal wasn’t playing a part. His eyes were on my breasts and between my legs with a slightly dazed expression, as though this was the first time he’d ever seen a woman bare to him. I wasn’t certain he even registered the scene still playing. I let my fingers brush my thighs, then slid them higher, over the curvature of my hips and across my soft stomach. Slowly turning on the spot so he could see me from every angle. Only when he groaned did I stalk closer, with him tracking each sway of my hips.
“I’ve thought of you too, my lord,” I whispered along with Lyra, stopping so close I could feel the wiry brush of his leg hair against my shins.“In the dead of night when only the devil listens.” Slickness was pooling between my thighs, so wet I was certain he must see it because his tongue poked from between his lips. I spun and lowered myself into his lap, spreading my thighs so they split over his legs, my naked body draping over his much larger, fully clothed one.
“Jesus… fuck, princess.” His entire body jerked, hands breaking their hold on the arms as if to touch me, then snapping back before making contact.
I lay my head back on his shoulder, angling myself so he could see the entire length of my body. He followed the movement, inhaling my hair, tracing my ear with his lips, then pressing into the curve of my neck.“I know it’s wrong,” I rasped a fraction of a second behind Lyra.“I hope for mercy from this torture every day, but the moment the sun goes down—” I broke off, biting my lip as my hands began to roam across my chest, catching my nipple without pausing. My hips started to roll and I felt him then, hot and hard as granite against the small of my back.
“What… what do you think about?” he panted.
“Your hands.” I picked one up as we veered off script. Holding it in mine, I allowed only the tip of his finger to trace my collarbone, the single touch enough to make me shudder. Next, I grazed it down the centre of my chest to cup my breast, his hand burning beneath mine.“First, you touch me here.” His curse was far more violent than his touch. He squeezed me gently as though I were infinitely precious, rough thumb rolling over my beaded nipple while his hips rolled against my arse. I was soaked, dripping onto the weave of his kilt. Something about being entirely naked and in control while he was fully dressed made it all the more erotic.
“Where do I touch you next, princess? I know it doesn’t end here.” The heady quality to his voice made me squirm, back arching impossibly as I continued our journey down my body. Our fingers grazed the inside of my thigh, sliding through the wetness coating my skin.“Yes,” he hissed, trailing his finger through it, spreading it further down my thigh then back up to my folds.“Who are you wet for, me or Devon?”
My head rocked back on his shoulder and I cried,“You, Mal… only you.”
Hands still joined, our index fingers dipped inside, one of his, one of mine, sliding easily to the first knuckle. It took me a moment to get used to the delicious fullness; his fingers so large, I couldn’t even comprehend how big his cock must be. He groaned at the first touch, hips thrusting harder as his other arm circled my waist, holding me tight to him as I began to ride our fingers.“Look at you,” he groaned, head tipping over my shoulder to watch. I looked down, seeing our fingers disappearing inside me.“Look at how perfect you are. Look how we fit together.” He tugged me even tighter to him.“Feel how hard you make me, only you, princess. Only ever you.”
Oh god.
My movements picked up pace, hips snapping until there was no discernible rhythm. He husked dirty words into my ear, nipping and laving at the lobe until I was out of control. Until I was crying out, gasping and shaking as the short but powerful orgasm rocketed through me. His shirt was sticking to my skin, our sweat turning our bodies slick.
I was still coming when he lifted me, raising one of my legs until I sat facing him in his lap, thighs cradling his hips. The television was long forgotten as Devon and Lyra began to devour one another as hungrily as we did. Mal gathered my hair in his fist, pulling my head back and licking my neck as I continued to ride him, grinding against his covered erection. My hands tore at his shirt, struggling to remove it. His joined in, wild in their intent as he tugged, buttons popping free and hitting the floor like tiny pebbles. Once his chest was bare, my hands roamed, kissing his mouth while I stroked his nipples until he swore, brushing through the patch of light brown hair as he lifted my hips and dragged his kilt up, fumbling to free himself.
The first graze of his cock at my entrance made me groan.“Condom?” I rasped into his open mouth.
He froze, clutching my hips like I might float away.“I don’t have any.Fuck. I haven’t… I haven’t in years.”
Years?This man was glorious. How the hell could that be possible?
“I’m on birth control,” were the words that left me immediately.
His expression slackened.“I’m clean. The times I’ve had sex… it’s never been without a condom.”
He didn’t ask in return, trusting me fully. I said,“Me too,” anyway. The words were permission and we dove for one another again, our lips a graceless battle of teeth and tongue. He tucked his kilt out of the way as I rose onto my knees and, with his guidance, sunk slowly onto his length.
“Oh, fuck!” He bucked.“Wait,baby… please wait.” My giant threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut while his thumbs brushed back and forth over my nipples, attempting to regain control of himself. The problem was, I didn’t want his control. I wanted him desperate and grunting. I wanted him lost in me.
Keeping my hips as still as possible, I licked up the length of his neck and bit at his ear lobe.“Are you ready yet, my lord?”
He laughed and it resembled a dying animal.“A thousand lifetimes wouldn’t have prepared me for you.” Humming at his sweet words, I moved my hips in the tiniest circle. His groan was deafening but he allowed it. My next undulation was bigger, sliding the length of him almost to the tip and back in.
“So good,” I said, pressing the words into his skin.
Rough hands stroked up my spine and beneath my arms, cupping my breasts, strumming my nipples as my movements sped. He let me set the pace, touching and watching as I rode him.April.My name was a prayer, seeping from his lips like water rushing over rocks.“That’s it, baby… just like that, just like that.” His hips were lifting from the cushion in a sensual slide that left me reeling.“Is this how you finally kill me?”
“Perhaps.” My grin felt wicked.
“Good. Ride me until my heart explodes.” So I did. My head tipped and my thighs burning, I didn’t stop. Recalling his lust-filled plea from the dunnage, I removed his hands from my breasts, bringing one thumb to my lips and sinking it between my teeth, while I pressed the other over my clit. I bit down as I tumbled over the edge, eyes on his as I rode every wave of it. He watched me through glazed eyes and gritted teeth, groaning as he held off his own orgasm as though desperate to memorise mine. When I started coming down, I bit him again, the fleshy part of his palm that time. He exploded, crushing me to his chest while he spilled into me over and over again.April, April, April.He cried out, eyes finally falling shut, bliss lightening his entire face.
