Page 175 of Her Beast

“No!”

“Good, now help me get this off,” he said, his fingers already moving to the hooks on her blue velvet.

Julia pushed his hands aside. “I can do it faster.”

Indeed, she’d never undressed so fast in her life.

Not until he pulled her chemise over her head and tossed it aside did she consider how she looked: clad from the waist down and naked from the waist up.

“Mmm, this is better,” he said, gently squeezing and spanning her waist with warm, strong hands. “So soft,” he murmured, his hot gaze scorching her breasts.

Julia arched her back and groaned as his thumbs caressed her aching nipples, her eyelids fluttering when his hot mouth lowered over her breast.

But then a cold button grazed her hot skin and she hissed, her eyes flying open.

“Coat off, too,” she said, her voice breathy but firm.

For once, he didn’t argue, keeping his gaze fastened to her chest while she unbuttoned his coat. The garment hadn’t even hit the floor before he ducked his head again and latched onto her breast, holding her firmly with both hands.

Julia let her head fall back, luxuriating in his hot, soft mouth. She was floating on a wave of bliss when he nipped her.

“Shhh,” he muttered when she yelped, laving and kissing and sucking the nipple to soothe away the pain. “Sit up higher,” he said, trailing kisses down her breast when she did so, his fingers pushing between her lower lips.

“Fuck,” he muttered, the crude word making her jolt, as always. “Your cunt is so damned soft.” He sucked in a mouthful of thin skin on the underside of her breast while breaching her with his middle finger, commencing to stroke her with deep, languid thrusts.

Just when the sucking crossed the border between sharp pleasure and pain, he released the tingling skin and lifted her heavy breast to investigate. “Mmm. You mark up so prettily.” He gently licked the abraded flesh, the wet sounds of his rhythmic pumping between her thighs both arousing and embarrassing.

He sat back and chuckled at whatever he saw on her face, his hand still moving. “What is making you blush so prettily, Julia? Is it the sound of your greedy, soaking wet cunt?”

She glared at him through a haze of lust, her hips pulsing to take him deeper.

He grunted, his expression shifting from amused to feral in the blink of an eye. “I want to bury my cock in you so damn bad.” He circled the engorged bundle of nerves while forcing a second finger into her.

“Does it hurt?” he asked when she whimpered, his fingers stilling.

“No,” she assured him, rocking her hips, willing him to continue.

He made a frustrated noise and withdrew from her body.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“This bloody skirt is in my way.” He shoved his hands beneath the waistband of the expensive blue velvet and a loudriiiiipfilled the room.

“Malcolm—you’ve ruined it!”

He ignored her protests and shredded the cage and petticoats, as well, until she wore nothing but stockings and her drawers.

He paused and surveyed her a moment before muttering, “These must go, too,” and tore her drawers in half, pushing the tattered remnants down her thighs. “There,” he said, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he stared at her mostly naked body.

Julia laughed. “You might have just taken them off me.”

He grunted dismissively and then lifted her by the waist and laid her out on the settee as if he were arranging a doll.

Julia was still adjusting to the sudden change in position when he shoved her legs wide and lowered his mouth to the apex of her thighs. She moaned and tilted her pelvis, opening herself wider to him.

Malcolm slid his arms beneath her thighs and pulled her tight to his marauding mouth, obliterating what little remained of her wits.

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