Page 115 of Screwged for Christmas

Even though the place was centuries old, the bathroom was sleek marble with a giant copper tub. Come to think of it, this room was bigger than my previous dorm room. I soaked in a hot bath, dried myself off with the fluffiest towels ever, and borrowed Malcolm’s robe, which hung down to my ankles.

I left my clothes in a folded pile though I truly considered throwing them on the fire.

Out in the bedroom, Malcolm was making up a bed on the couch.

“Good, you didn’t fall asleep in the bath.” He turned to me and stared.

I’d towel dried my hair, and it hung just past my shoulders. My toes curled into the thick rug.

I wasn’t sure where to look. There was only one word to describe Malcolm’s expression—hungry.

He came to stand before me. His eyes never left my face as he reached for the belt of my robe. He untied it, letting it fall to my feet.

I should’ve been cold, but my skin was warm from the bath. I wasn’t embarrassed, I felt like a goddess.

I closed my eyes. If this was a dream, please don’t let me wake.

I wanted to stand here forever.

When I opened them again, I’d be back in New York alone in my bed listening to the sleet hit the windows.

Malcolm set his hands on my shoulders then skimmed them over my breasts, ribs, and belly.

I opened my eyes. Malcolm knelt before me. His lips dipped lower.

“Ever since that night in your room, I’ve been longing to taste your virgin pussy.” His fingers danced over my neatly trimmed bush to my pussy lips. I couldn’t help it. I widened my stance. I craved his touch too much.

“Too late. You took care of that.” My fingers gripped his hair.

“Complaints?”

“I came so many times, and so hard, I almost blacked out. But no. No complaints, Malcolm.”

He raised his head, eyes blazing. “Have you been with anyone else after? Be honest. I need to know if another man has claimed you since I left. Noah?”

His look hardened, but his touch was soft.

I hate how my heart raced. How he made my body grow hot and needy.

“You have no right to ask me that.”

“True.” Malcolm dropped to his knees and gently nuzzled my cunt. “But if you want me to lick that sweet pussy of yours, you’ll answer me.”

Mmm. I bit my lip silently acknowledging how delicious his teasing felt against my quivering traitorous body.

He pulled away, and I swayed.

I was naked in a Scottish castle, and I was ready to combust from desire.

He kissed my inner thighs, where they had quivered moments before. I let them drop open, exposing myself fully to him.

“Beautiful.” Malcolm murmured.

His tongue flicked my clit.

Oh my fucking God.

“There’s been no one but you.” I gasped, my fingers gripping his thick hair.

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