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Malcolmwas the only way to win this. The High Witches had seen to it.Hehad seen to it.
Rage dampened the desire he’d stoked, though she hated herself because she couldn’t get rid of it fully. Even though she knew it was a bad idea—she could write a novel about all the things that could go wrong between them—it was impossible to keep herself from wanting him.
He looked as if he’dbeen made for her. She couldn’t keep her eyes from tracing over the powerful expanse of his shoulders and down his arms to where his thin sweater was pushed up to his elbows. His forearms were corded with muscles, his fists clenched as if to stop himself from grabbing her. Her gaze darted back to his face.
He looked at her as if she were a feast and he a starving man. Like she was the first light he’d seen after a lifetime of darkness. The slightest flush rode on his sharp cheekbones and his golden eyes gleamed with heat.
He wanted it all. No question. And there was no way in hell she would give it to him. Even if she wanted it herself.
“A kiss,” she said. Because she couldn’t help herself.
“That’s hardly worth risking my life for.” But his gaze strayed hungrily to her lips.
“With me, it is. Take it or leave it, because a kiss is all you’re getting.”
“For now,” he growled, then pulled her close, his hand pressed hard against her back and the other cupping her neck. His lips barely touched hers, feathering lightly.
Her heart pounded so loud she swore he could hear it. Chills raced over her skin as she waited, the dichotomy of his rough hands and gentle mouth making her head swim.
“I’ve waited a bloody long time for this,” he rasped.
His mouth captured hers, hot and hard. He groaned and pulled her closer, until the entirety of her body was pressed against his.
Though they’d kissed in the past, it’d been nothing like this. He kissed her like he was famished, but with such finesse that pleasure streaked through her. His lips were warm and skilled. A master’s.
How hadshe lived so long without this?
His tongue traced over her lips, demanding entrance. She tried to hold onto her resistance. It was the only thing that protected her. She could lose herself to him.
His teeth pulled at her bottom lip, a little nip of pain that made an ache bloom low in her belly. When the tip of his tongue demanded again, she parted her lips with a whimper. His tongue swept across hers, hot and agile, as his hand held her head steady for the assault.
He’d trapped her in a web of pleasure and strength. She’d wanted it before it had ever started, and now she was nothing but ravenous desire. He was so skilled with his mouth that if he asked in the right way, she’d give him anything.
“Bloody hell, you taste so good,” he rumbled against her lips. “Wanted this forever.”
Malcolm took her mouth again, hot and hard, and gripped her hips with both hands. Never letting go of her lips, he lifted her onto the desk as if she weighed nothing. She gasped when he used a deft hand to part her legs and moved one of his own big thighs between them.
When Sofia opened her mouth to protest, Malcolm took the opportunity to taste her more deeply. He couldn’t believe she was here with him. Kissing him. He’d waited so bloody long for this. Fantasizedabout it hundreds of times.
And now she was here. In his arms. His head buzzed with the pleasure of feeling her beneath his hands. When her body stiffened and she tried to move away from him, he gripped her hips and pulled her until her sex pressed against his thigh. He was too tall to pull her against his cock in this position, though perhaps it was for the best. She was wary and he didn’t want to scare her away.
He gripped her hips and set up a rhythm, making her ride his thigh. She cried out and shuddered, her fingers curling into his shirt.
He wanted to feel her lose herself against him. They’d shared nothing but chaste kisses when they’d been younger. Their love had been sweet. Pure.
There was nothing pure about him now. Nor about what he wanted to do to her.
His cock throbbed unbearably and he ached to sink inside of her heat. She burned his thigh, a hint of the heat he would feel if he took her. He groaned. To know her wet heat and feel her clench around him? Heaven.
To make her come around his cock? Perfection.
He could at least make her come. To know the sounds she made. To know her face as pleasure overtook her.
With a last nip at her lip, he moved his mouth to her neck and tasted her skin. Smooth and silky. A hint of salt. He laved her, unable to get enough of her taste.
Her hips were lush beneath his hands as he worked her against his thigh. How he wished there were no clothes between them, that he could feel her silky flesh against him. See her.
“Malcolm!” she gasped, tugging at his shirt and leaning her head away to give him better access. She whimpered as he bit the crook of her neck and started to move her hips on her own.
