Page 174 of Her Beast

“Up,” she ordered.

He snorted but obeyed.

She tugged his trousers down to his knees.

“Just leave them there,” he said as she clambered down off the settee.

Julia ignored him; she wanted to see all of him.

Once the sinfully soft cashmere was down to his ankle boots, she unbuttoned the right boot first, slipped it off, and then pulled off the trouser leg.

He groaned. “Is this really necessary?”

Julia smirked at how petulant he sounded and peeled off his stocking.

He had nice feet: large, but well formed with elegant arches and long toes. She smiled to herself and dragged a finger across his sole.

“Julia!” he shouted, almost levitating off the couch.

She chuckled. “Ticklish.”

“You witch,” he hissed.

She turned to his left leg, removing the boot and stocking with more care.

His ankle and knee had more of the paler skin, the grafts he’d called them, and the smallest toe was missing.

Julia sat back on her heels and looked up at him as she lifted his foot, her eyes locked with Malcolm’s as she pressed a gentle kiss on the damaged skin on his ankle.

His eye flared with heat and he lunged forward with remarkable speed, grabbing her by the upper arms and lifting her up so quickly she squeaked.

When she was straddling him again, he held her by the shoulders, his eye roving over her as he shifted his hips beneath her. “Hold up your damned skirts,” he ordered.

Julia laughed but complied. “I thought I was in charge of this seduc—” she moaned when his hot, hard length thrust through the split in her drawers and nudged at her entrance.

“You were saying?” he mocked.

“Nothing,” she muttered, every particle of her being focused on the blunt crown pressing against her.

His hand slid between her thighs and they both groaned when his bare finger glided through her wet sex.

“My God you feel divine,” he said, stroking her lips and teasing her throbbing bud.

Julia took a deep breath and began to push herself down.

“Not yet.”

Julia whined. “Why not?”

“I want your bodice off—”

Julia opened her mouth to complain.

“One word of complaint and I’ll put my trousers and mask back on.”

“That’sblackmail.”

“Was that a complaint, Julia?”

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