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Beatrice just slowly shook her head, wishing he would take off his breeches and let her see him in his naked glory. She’d seen the pictures in books, but somehow, she knew that the real thing would be different. Better. Arousing.

“This,” Adam continued hoarsely. “You, open before me. Warm and wet… spread before my eyes.” He raised a brow as if she was supposed to do something now but her mind was completely numb. “Spread for me, darling.”

The rasp of his whisper sent chills down her spine at the same time igniting the fire within her veins.

She shifted in the chair, leaning harder against the back, and spread her knees apart. Her heart hammered violently in her chest and her fingers shook, but the look in Adam’s eyes of total and complete worship was what made her bolder.

“Place your knees on the arms of the chair,” he rasped.

Beatrice licked her lips and slowly complied. With her legs swinging over the arms of the old, leather chair, in a room where no woman had been allowed before, she felt power she had never felt.

She was spread in front of him like a wanton. A harlot.

And she enjoyed the feeling.

Adam swallowed, the columns of his throat flexing and letting go, his breath hitching in his chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, though his gaze wasn’t on her face. It was concentrated at the center of her being. “You’re so wet. And that’s what I imagine in my bed late at night.”

“What then?” Beatrice whispered. “What do you do to me in your dreams?”

He shook his head as if dispelling fog. “You don’t want to know.”

“I do. Please.”

He swallowed, the strong columns of his neck working and relaxing. “I impale you on my cock,” he said hoarsely. “I fuck you so hard, you scream my name. Your juices run down my cock, drowning it.”

Beatrice whimpered, her muscles clenching, working to find purchase on the emptiness. She needed Adam there… inside her.

“Do it,” she said, feeling bolder than ever, and also needy, vulnerable.

“No.” He shook his head. “Not yet.”

Then he raised his head, his gaze a pure look of desire, and Beatrice couldn’t help but moan. How could he reduce her to a puddle in the chair with just his words, his gaze?

She must have had the same effect on him. Because simply lying there semi-naked, she brought him to his knees. Literally.

He knelt in front of her, without hesitation, his head level with her hips, a look of determination and hunger in his eyes. Seeing this large and powerful man on the knees before her sent shots of desire surging through her.

What next?

Then he placed his hands on her thighs, spreading her legs even wider. Would he do it? Would he claim her as his?

Her breath rattled in her throat as she looked down at his face.

“Today, I am here to please you.”

His lips were close to the part of her that ached for him to be there.

“Now, tell me what you want me to do, love?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.

Beatrice swallowed. “I want you to kiss me.”

He ran his hands up her legs, settling them on her knees, and kissed the inside of her thigh.

He traced a line down to her center, then went up and kissed her other thigh just the same way.

Beatrice squirmed in the chair. “Not there.”

Adam’s eyes glinted with mischief as he raised his head and looked at her. “Show me.”