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“Yes,” she gasped.
“You like a little pain?” he asked.
“So far, I like everything with you.”
Gods, how he wished they had time for everything. He thrust the thought away and turned his attention to her other nipple, sucking and biting until it too poked through the fabric.
Malcolm leaned back to look at her, at the way her skin flushed and her breasts swelled over the top of her bra. She was small, but so perfectly formed. Her dark eyes were steady on him as his gaze roved over her, from her trim waist and the sexy little swell of her belly to her full lips and dark, flowing hair.
“I’ve never seen anyone as lovely as you,” he said.
She was a bloody dream come true. For the last four centuries, he’d fantasized about her, dreaming of what she’d look like without her clothes. He’d never seen her this way, but his imagination had been vivid. She’d been beautiful in his mind—beautiful enough that he’d spilled his seed countless times against the sheets—but those imaginings were nothing compared to the real thing. The way her skin was smooth as silk and her curves rounded and lush.
He reached around her back and unclipped her bra. Her breasts spilled free, full and sweet in the dim light. He groaned and pressed her back onto the bed, then loomed over her and kissed the side of her neck.
“I want to kiss every inch of you,” he said against her throat.
“Do,” she whispered.
He set to work—the most divine work he’d ever done—and ran his tongue along her slender neck. She shivered, gripping his biceps. Tiny goose bumps formed on her delicate shoulders as he ran his lips along the smooth skin. Her breasts were soft and smooth. Though he could have spent hours kissing them, he craved the taste of her pussy on his tongue. He wanted to tear her trousers off and bury his face in her.
Savor her.This would be the last time. He had to enjoy it. To burn the memory into his brain. So he slowed himself, tracing kisses and licks down her stomach. Her hands came up to grip his hair as he laved circles around her belly button.
When her back arched, he slipped his arm beneath her, supporting her and marveling at how much smaller she was than he. Finally, the temptation became too much. He knelt up and undid the button of her jeans. His hands trembled as he pulled the zipper down.
He tugged off her boots, then her jeans, leaving only her white underwear. White cotton with a border of lace. Her swollen sex pushed against the thin fabric, soaking it so that he could see the pink of her flesh through the fabric.
“Beautiful,” he growled. His cock pulsed and pressed hard against his jeans.
Malcolm reached down and splayed his hand over her upper thigh, brushing his thumb over her core. Her hips jerked and he looked up to see her panting, her skin damp and her eyes wild. His kisses had made her mad for him, hecould see it in her eyes and the way her hands gripped the comforter.
She was trembling, desperate for him to touch her. Her body vibrated with it.
“Shhh,” he soothed. “I’ll give you what you need.”
His gaze returned to his hand, so big and rough against the pale fabric and her delicate sex. So badly, he wanted to tear the cloth from her and devour her. He shook with it, but forced it away. Though he wanted to gorge himself on her, he had to start slowly.
He dipped his thumb under the elastic between her legs, drawing it over the soft curls and down to the silken flesh that dampened her panties. She was wet and hot, the softest thing he’d ever felt.
She cried out, her back arching and her breasts trembling. He reached up to press his other hand against her chest and throat, making a loose circle around her neck, as if collaring her. He recalled doing the same the other night, unable to help himself.
He wanted to own her. To ensure she’d be with him forever.
It was impossible, but at least here, he could have the illusion that she was entirely his.
His gaze was drawn back down to her center. She trembled as he dragged his thumb through her slick folds, dipping slightly into her entrance and then rising to find her clitoris. He made tight circles, watching and listening to see what she liked best.
When Sofia started moving her hips against his hand, he could wait no longer.
“I have to have you,” he groaned. He pulled her panties off and then spread her knees, his gaze riveted to her glistening pink pussy. Her labia unfurled like petals, her little clitoris revealed.
He gripped her ass in his hands and fell upon her, pressing his open mouth to her sex and plunging his tongue into her.
“Malcolm!” Her hands gripped his hair and her hips jerked.
Gods, she tasted perfect. He devoured her, lapping at her sex and thrusting his tongue into her heat. He knew he should focus on her clitoris, on the things that would make her come, but he was insatiably greedy. His hips ground against the bed as he lost himself in her. His face and neck were wet, his head full of her scent.
She shivered against him, pressing her pussy up against his mouth for more.
