Page 149 of Her Beast

Part of him cheered her on.Say it to me—leave! Leave now. There is nothing good for you here. I’m as hollow and empty as an abandoned building that will collapse on top of you, taking you down with me.

But her delicate jaw hardened and a fierce light glinted in her eyes. She tugged her hand away and pulled open the two sides of his trouser placket, making an adorable squeaking sound when his eager prick thrust its way through the opening.

All her bravery disappeared when faced—literally—with his cock. Her mouth opened in awe—an expression that sent indecent ideas frolicking through his filthy mind—and her eyes widened comically.

She swallowed and then looked up at him. “It seems larger than I remember.”

Malcolm laughed, genuinely amused. “That’s your effect on me.”

“Really?” And then she blushed at whatever she saw on his face. “You are teasing me.”

“Perhaps a little.”

She swallowed, the delicate cords of her throat flexing enticingly, begging to be filled and fucked. “What should I do, Malcolm?”

“What do you want to do?”

She nibbled her lip, her gaze wary as it slid over his shaft. “I’d like to touch you.”

“Then do so.”

She smiled as if he’d just given her a diamond tiara, her small hand making him look obscenely huge as it wrapped around him. “It’s so smooth and hot.”

“Haven’t you touched one before?”

Charmingly, she blushed and shook her head. “I wanted to, but with Matthew everything happened too quickly, and Solomon wouldn’t let me. He said it was… profane.”

Fucking fools.

“Stroke me,” he ordered.

She gave him a caress so soft that he shouldn’t have been able to feel it, but it rocked him to his core and Malcolm hissed.

She looked up, her hand freezing. “Did that hurt?”

“Do it harder.”

Her delicate hands were torture as she slid across his hot, wanting skin. “Like this?”

“Yes,” he grated. “Just like that.” He watched her raptly, storing away every expression like a squirrel hoarding nuts for the cold, lonely years ahead, when she was some other man’s wife.

She became bolder, her grip tighter as she slid his foreskin down. “How interesting,” she murmured, eye to eye with his leaking slit. “It is to protect you, isn’t it?” she asked, her eager, innocent curiosity so bloody enchanting it hurt.

Malcolm wished like hell that he had two eyes to watch her. Consume her. “Yes. It is where I am most sensitive—right below the crown.”

“It is similar to me, in a way.”

He nodded, saliva pooling in his mouth as he thought about her clitoris tucked beneath its sweet little hood. He was briefly tempted to toss her onto the nearby settee and examine her as closely as she was doing him and then suck her to orgasm a time or five.

But then she smiled mischievously and slid his foreskin all the way back, tilting him so she could see the underside.

Malcolm gritted his teeth against the feel of her hot breath against the fragile, sensitive skin.

Then the wicked little enchantress looked up at him with those huge blue eyes and said, “Here?” And licked him.

She could have licked the bottom of his shoe with that expression it would have made his balls, already snug to his body and full, clench painfully hard.

“Fuck.” He had to force the word through jaws that felt welded shut.

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