Page 41 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
I shuck the material over his broad shoulders, and when it falls away, I freeze. Nicks and scars crisscross his skin, and there’s a jagged line along his ribs, along with a puckered mark near his hip.
Stunned, I meet his eyes.
Like Dorian, he says nothing. His features are carefully schooled not to reveal anything. But as I continue to look at him, I glimpse a raw, unguarded moment in his ice-blue eyes.
Then it’s gone, as if it never existed.
“Now my pants,” Dorian instructs.
Why can’t he just take off his own damn clothes so we can get this over with?
“Problem, little one?”
“No.”
While I was removing Brennan’s shirt, my lawful husband had removed his shoes and socks. Am I supposed to be grateful for that?
Pretending I’m not trembling, I fumble with his belt buckle. The metallic clink echoes in the quiet. As I slide the leather from the loops, my knuckles graze his abdomen.
He tenses and growls warningly.
Quickly I look up.
Is my touch affecting him?
Shaking my head, I shove the question away. That’s impossible. I know for a fact he’s been with some of the world’s most stunning women—heiresses, singers, an actress or two.
“You’re trying my patience,” he warns softly.
I open the button at his waist.
His erection is straining the front of his pants, making it almost impossible for me to draw the zipper down.
“Might be easier if you’re on your knees.”
My mouth falls open, and I frantically search his face for any sign he’s kidding.
Oh God.He’s not.
And yet he doesn’t force me to follow his suggestion.
Since there’s no way I’m going to do that, I end up using both hands, curling one around his massive length.
Groaning, he digs a hand into my hair, sending a pin crashing to the floor.
Finally I have the zipper down, and the fabric falls, revealing tight, dark briefs that strain against his arousal.
“Strip me all the way.”
The room is spinning around me.
And this time, to remove the garment, I really have no choice but to kneel.
Lord, help me.
As I draw the material down, his massive cock fills my vision, overwhelming me.
“Very good, little one.” He steps out of his briefs and kicks them aside, standing in front of me, as proud as he is commanding.
