Page 64 of Dark Seduction

They hadn’t used protection.

“Claire?”

“May I assume that you might get me pregnant?” she managed to say.

Instantly he swept her up into his arms, smiling. “Yer not in yer time o’ month, Claire. If ye were, I wouldn’t be filling ye with my seed.”

“What?” she cried.

“I can sense when yer fertile. Can ye imagine how many bastards a Master would have otherwise?”

“Are you certain?”

“I am very certain,” he said with a wicked smile as he carried her down the narrow stairs.

She was so relieved. “Can you put me down? I’m not a feather. I’m five foot ten, for God’s sake!”

“Aye, and most of ye be legs. I be a fortunate man, especially when ye have them around my waist.”

He kicked open the door to his chamber, thrilling Claire. Elbowing the door closed, he swiftly crossed the room and laid her on the bed. His smiled re-formed as he tossed his brat aside. Claire sat up against the pillows, highly interested now. He grinned, removing each boot in turn. “I like yer eyes on me that way.”

Claire didn’t answer; she couldn’t. She was interested in one thing now—the object that had given her so much extraordinary pleasure. As he tossed the leine aside, she inhaled.

He sat down beside her, laughing. “Ye have nay shame.”

She wet her lips and ran her fingertips down his incredibly thick length. His smile vanished. She looked into his eyes, then abruptly stood.

Claire fumbled with the brooch.

Malcolm became still, watching. His eyes were molten silver now.

“I like your eyes on me that way,” Claire whispered. He didn’t smile and she knew he couldn’t.

She shed the brat and belt, and then tugged the leine over her head. She faced him in her miniskirt and tee. His eyes were so hot she expected a fire to break out in the room.

He nodded. “Go on, lass.”

She trembled, heat dripping down her thighs. That had been an order and just then, she liked his macho ways. She stepped out of her boots, her skirt riding high over her ass as she bent over. Malcolm didn’t make a sound but she felt his lust escalate.

She faced him, slowly tugging off the tee and pausing with the hands on the snap of her denim skirt.

Malcolm was breathing hard. His penis looked fuller, bigger, but that was impossible. “What do ye call the chemise?”

“A bra,” she said softly. It was sheer and lacy and Malcolm seemed mesmerized. She unsnapped her skirt and let it pool to the floor.

Malcolm’s gaze flew to what the lace thong contained. “Turn around,” he ordered. “Show me the entire garment.”

Claire didn’t laugh. She was ready to have an orgasm just standing there. She slowly turned in a circle, and before she had finished, he stood behind her, his huge erection pressing between her buttocks, his mouth on the side of her neck, his hands beneath the soaking-wet thong, covering her sex. Claire cried out, throbbing in his palm.

“Ye be so very beautiful, Claire,” he whispered harshly. And then he lifted her up abruptly and Claire fell back into the pillows.

He spread her thighs. Claire went still as her heart lurched and raced in wild anticipation. Braced up on all fours, Malcolm met her eyes with his hot silver gaze. “I need ye now. I’ll use me tongue on ye later, lass.” He tugged the thong to the side.

Claire moaned, looking down as he posed to take her, restlessly throbbing over her. “I can’t wait,” she choked.

“Aye, ye can.” He slowly lowered himself and when she felt his slick heat stroking against her, she cried out, clawing his back.

“’Tis better slow,” he breathed, beginning to press against her.