Page 137 of Her Beast

She gasped, either at his raw action or crude words, or both.

Malcolm stroked up her legs, which were surprisingly muscular—all that riding to hounds, he assumed—and wrenched his hungry gaze from her delicate cleft to meet her wide-eyed gaze, suddenly frustrated by the barriers between them, especially his damned gloves.

He wanted to plunge his bare fingers into her silky wet heat and feelher—not the inside of his blasted gloves.

Surely you’re brave enough to show your hand when she’s been brave enough to bare herself to you?

Malcolm ignored his dead wife’s taunting.

Instead, he remembered that long-ago whore and how she’d almost vomited when she’d seen his hand. He’d forgotten her name, but her horrified expression was indelibly engraved into his mind’s eye.

No, he’d keep himself covered. He could enjoy her plenty with his lips and tongue

He cupped her breast, caressing his thumb over her already taut nipple, making it harder.

She moaned and her eyelids fluttered.

“Watch me,” he ordered, pinching and stroking and teasing until her back was arching toward him, begging for his touch.

And then he released her, smirking at her desperate, demanding whimpers.

“Shh,” he chided, and then lowered his hands to part not only her drawers, but the swollen pink lips hiding beneath.

“My God, Julia,” he whispered as he stroked open her delicate petals and revealed her pearl. “Perfect,” he muttered, and then lowered his mouth over her engorged clitoris, intoxicated by her sweet, clean musk.

She groaned and steadied herself by laying her hands on his head, fingers tangling in hair on one side, and caressing smooth, unfeeling leather on the other.

Malcolm stroked her slick folds with his thumbs while ravaging her with his mouth, lips, and tongue, his eye never leaving her face.

She kept her heavy-lidded gaze on him as he sucked and teased her engorged peak, working her until she squirmed and begged, “Please… please…please.”

“Malcolm!” she suddenly cried out, pulling his hair until his eyes watered, her entire body going rigid before the floodgates broke open and she shuddered and bucked with passion.

He released her sensitive bud and thrust his tongue into her cunt as deeply as it would go, reveling in the way her tight passage squeezed and flexed, his balls aching as he imagined how she’d feel around his cock.

As her climax slowly ebbed from her body Malcolm lapped at her gently, careful not to touch her too-sensitive clitoris.

Although he felt strangely drained by the sheer ferocity of her orgasm, he was still as hard as iron.

And God, he wanted more.

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Julia’s head spun from too much sensation—too much pleasure—too mucheverything.

Malcolm had consumed her like she was a piece of fruit, devouring her. He’d thrust his tongueinsideher, using it as if it were his sex organ, his gaze rapt and worshipful even while he stripped her bare.

Julia’s thighs trembled from the force of her climax and she had to lean against him to steady herself.

He smiled up at her with slick, swollen lips. “Legless?”

She nodded.

He stood with a slight grunt and then took her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed.

She laughed. “Thank you… that was… well, I don’t have words.”

When Julia tried to pull her legs modestly together, he laid his hands on her thighs. “I’m just getting started.” He smirked. “Unless you are too tired?”

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