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undress. There was nothing soft or pale or weak about him. His muscles were formed like a statue of a god from Rome. She wanted to touch him, to lick him, to claim him and be claimed by him. Just looking at him like this, her body was already soaked and ready, her thighs clenched and her knees shook with anticipation of what he would do with that body in a few short moments.
    “Do you feel less disadvantaged now?” he asked, but his voice had changed. It was rougher now, darker with desire.
    “Not quite,” she said and let her fingertips drag down that glorious chest to the waist of his trousers. He chuckled as she slid her fingertips beneath and then began to open the fly of the pants.
    Wordlessly, he toed his boots off and as the pants fell around his ankles, he kicked everything away and stood before her utterly naked, his cock at full attention.
    She stepped back to admire all she had revealed and could scarcely breathe. If his upper body was a sight to behold, the rest of him was equally magnificent. Muscled calves and thighs sheltered his sex. His very large, very hard sex, probably nearly twice as big as any other man she had been with.
    “Malcolm,” she whispered, unable to keep herself from reaching out to trace a finger around the head of him.
    He growled out a breath and caught the wrist of her exploring hand, pushing her away.
    “Not so fast,” he muttered on short breaths. “It is I at a disadvantage now.”
    He grasped the edge of her chemise and tugged it up and over her head, throwing the scrap of fabric away to slide under her bed where she would probably never find it again.
    “There, we are even now,” he said, staring at her only in her stockings and heeled slippers.
    “These don’t count?” she laughed as she touched her silken-clad leg slowly.
    He grunted again but managed to say, “They do, but I want them on while I’m inside of you.”
    Her smile faded, replaced with a burning desire she hadn’t experienced in years. She wanted this man. Desperately, completely…and she wanted him now .
    Moving toward him, she molded her naked body to his and kissed him. He swore against her lips and then thrust her back to fall upon the bed together. She opened her legs, gripping them around him as he pinned her to the coverlet.
    “I want to go slowly,” he grunted against her neck as he suckled a path down the slope of her throat.
    She shook her head. “Slowly later,” she gasped, clenching her fingers against his bare back as he kissed her collarbone.
    He ignored her, at least for a moment, and his mouth continued its hot trail lower, lower, until he hesitated at her right breast. She arched the moment he sucked her beaded nipple between his lips and licked her.
    She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, as starbursts of pure pleasure seemed to come at her from every place, every nerve ending. He sucked hard, bordering on pain but eliciting pleasure, then moved to the opposite breast to repeat the action.
    She burned beneath him, her sex wet, pulsing, making demands as she flexed. She wanted him inside of her.
    “Please,” she begged between peppering kisses along his shoulder. “Please, please.”
    He straightened to look down at her and she could only imagine what he saw in her wild face, with her hair half-down around her shoulders and pillow. Normally she could hide, pretend, be calm and cool with a man. Not now.
    “You beg?” he chuckled.
    She nodded without hesitation and for a moment he seemed to consider denying her demand. But then he reached between them, positioning his cock at her entrance.
    “Very well,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “But only because I’ve been dreaming of this claiming since the moment you appeared in the entrance to that alleyway. But later, I will go slowly.”
    She might have replied, but before she could, he drove forward and filled her. His cock was thick, and her wet, weeping body stretched deliciously to accept him. She arched at the claiming,