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skin like a slap.
    And then his hand struck the flesh of her bare buttocks. It wasn’t a gentle slap. But it wasn’t meant to hurt either. She trembled as she hissed. She wanted him to do it again.
    “Ye are going to like being punished by me, lass.” He leaned over her, his mouth hot against her, his tongue hotter as he traced the shell of her ear before sucking at the tender lobe.
    She hung on his every word, hoping she would indeed like her punishment. Thus far, she was holding her breath. Wanton thoughts and pleasure stroked her insides.
    He caressed her buttocks, massaging the flesh, sliding a finger down the crack of her arse. She gasped, wondering what he meant to do, when another stinging slap cracked the air.
    This time she moaned and pushed her arse toward him, all but begging for more. He chuckled and rubbed the spot he’d struck.
    “Do ye want me to do it again?” His voice was husky, guttural. Sensual. Every word vibrated her insides.
    “Aye.”
    But instead of spanking her, he blew hotly on her tingling arse cheeks. He kissed her flesh and she panted, licked her lips. Sorcha was unsure of what was going to happen and waited with bated breath for more of the same.
    He gripped both of her cheeks hard, spreading them wide. She should feel embarrassed being so exposed to him, but she didn’t. If anything his brazen acts only made her wetter. Her cream dripped from her cunny, wetting her nether lips.
    “So beautiful and pink,” he mumbled. She could feel his soft lips on her flesh as he spoke.
    She whimpered, a sound she’d never thought to hear from her mouth. Then she cried out in truth as he licked from her pearl to her star and slapped her arse at the same time. It was fast, intended to leave her wanting more, and want more she did.
    “Dinna stop,” she said, her words muffled by the fist she’d brought to her mouth.
    “Dinna stop what? This?” Again, his tongue flicked her bud before swiping up to end with a swirl against her star as he slapped her other cheek.
    She moaned aloud, her buttocks thrusting up into the air.
    “Ye are a feisty, wanton lass. And your cream tastes like honey and wine.” His words were wicked and made her want to hear more.
    They also made her want to try being wicked. If they were married now, she had no need to pretend and he was obviously interested in such brazen acts. Her curiosity was piqued. “Taste me again, husband,” she demanded.
    Reed gripped her hips. His thumbs massaged her cheeks so that her arse crack opened and closed. “Where shall I taste ye?”
    “Everywhere,” she whispered, still unsure.
    “Dinna lose your boldness now, lass. I find I like your demands.”
    “Taste my… Taste my cunny.” She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling slightly foolish and waiting to hear his laughter, but instead there was nothing but a male’s satisfied grunt.
    And then there was pleasure. His tongue whipped along the length of her cunny, over her folds and swirled against her bud. His fingers dipped into the tight cavern of her woman’s sheath while he suckled at her sensitive flesh. He probed her insides, sliding in and out and touching a spot deep within that had her gasping and writhing.
    He stopped abruptly and she let out a loud groan of surprise.
    “I want to see all of ye.” The way he spoke made her entire being shudder. He sounded so…hungry.
    She pushed up onto her elbows only to find his arms snaking around her middle as he pulled her to standing, her backside flush against him. He caressed her belly and up toward her breasts, where he squeezed and pinched her nipples through her gown.
    He kissed the side of her neck and she tilted her head to give him better access. She arched her back, wanting to feel more of his rigid cock against her. He was warm, hard and she never wanted this moment to end.
    Even if she’d planned to never surrender again. She would do so just this once. Show him how much pleasure she could bring him. Be the bold wife he