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wanted and then deny him forevermore.
    With an expertise she could only surmise came from seducing many, many women, Reed undid the laces of her dress, the fabric pooling at her feet. She kicked it aside. His hands were all over her again, scrunching her chemise up around her hips and raking it down in the front so her breasts spilled from the top.
    His teeth scraped her neck, her chin, and then he forced her to turn so his lips collided with hers. He kissed her hungrily, demanding, passionate, her musk fresh on his lips. And she gave him back everything he gave her. Measure for measure, lick for lick, suck for suck. She was going to be the best he’d ever made love to. She gripped his leine shirt and yanked it from where it was tucked into his kilt, splayed her hands across his muscled abdomen.
    “Ye are entirely too clothed, my laird.” Her bold gaze met his piercing one.
    He took a step back. Whipped off his belt and tore his shirt from his chest. His kilt fell in a pile of colors to his feet. He stood before her, nude except for his boots. Muscles rippled across the expanse of his chest and abdomen. His arms were contoured, his legs shaped like a god’s. Then she stared at his middle. His cock was long, hard, thick. She’d not seen one that size before.
    A moment of panic seized her. But she recalled her goal to be the brazen woman. She would be good at lovemaking, for Reed—despite having had just one clumsy encounter before him. But how hard could it be? She would simply follow his lead. Follow her own curiosity. Which she did then.
    Sorcha reached out and grasped his cock at the base. She smoothed upward, brushed her thumb over the tip and licked her lips. She wanted to taste him as he’d tasted her.
    She dropped to her knees, gazed up at her husband for a moment to ask his permission, but the heady stare he returned to her said enough. His lips parted, his eyes widened and he hissed as her tongue flicked the head of his cock.
    His flesh was soft, warm and salty. She licked again, gripping the base. She opened her mouth wider and sucked him inside.
    She could feel him tremble, hear his guttural moans, and his reaction to her sucking his cock spurred her further.
    But he wouldn’t allow her to finish. He threaded his hands beneath her armpits and yanked her up, tossing her onto her back on the bed. He loomed above her, his cock bobbing just above the apex of her thighs.
    “Ye should not have done that. I wanted to go slow…but God’s teeth, your mouth has taken away my control.” He spread her thighs wide, yanked her knees up around his waist and rubbed his solid length along the crease of her sex.
    She clenched her jaw at the pleasure. “Take me,” she said through her teeth.
    With a groan, he thrust deep inside her, his eyes widening when he did not hit any barrier, but he said nothing. His cock filled her, stretched her. She scraped her nails along his chest, delighting in the sensation of his thickness pulsing inside her. Her cunny muscles clenched, sucking him in farther, and she canted her hips up, trying to gain more of his flesh.
    “Ye’re a vixen,” he ground out, a drip of sweat trickling from his temple and down his cheek.
    His pace was fast, his hands everywhere, tugging at her nipples, rubbing the sensitive bud that fired searing-hot pleasure through her. He bent over her as he thrust deep and quick, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. His fingers dug into her arse and she knew in the morning she would have bruises, but she cared not. The pleasure was overwhelming. She could not catch her breath and her heart beat so fast she thought it would burst.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles hooking at the small of his back. He was not the only one who could illicit such sweet pain. She tangled her fingers in his hair, yanking hard, and bit down on the flesh of his neck. Hard enough to sting but not to draw blood.
    He growled, his teeth clamped on her nipple and he