Page 98 of Dark Seduction

His gaze was bright silver. Claire slowly lifted the leine out of the way. She was expecting him to seize her hand to forestall her and jump from the bed. Instead, his hand tightened on her waist.

Claire gave in to swelling desire. She sighed and lay back against the pillows, leaving her hand on his bare hip, careful not to touch him now. Malcolm moaned.

“Do you like being teased?” she murmured, scrapping her nails gently over his belly.

“Nay very much,” he warned.

She smiled and ran a nail around his burning hot head.

Malcolm turned toward her, his face as crimson as his member. Claire leaned low and used her tongue.

He fell onto his back. “Thank ye, lass.”

Claire wanted to enjoy every possible inch of him, unhurried and unrushed. And when she came up for air, he was breathing hard, and their gazes met.

She inhaled when she saw the look in his eyes. “Come here,” he said softly.

She slid her thigh over his in an unmistakable invitation, the chemise she wore riding high. She thought, this is so perfect, slow and hot and soft.

“I dinna mind slow, lass, but soft?” His smile came and went as he slid against her, probing there.

Claire gasped with pleasure as he slowly slid deep. “I meant gentle,” she managed to say as he filled her. Tears came. Pleasure rose, a growing wave.

“Ye meant this,” he said roughly, pulling her closer and moving with excruciating care and deliberation, so slowly. “Ye did mean this?” A teasing note had entered his thick tone.

“Yes,” she tried, and gave up. She closed her eyes and allowed a sweet, soft sensual release to begin. She cried out and pleasure rained down on them.

He gasped and she felt him smile. He began to move more swiftly, accelerating the pace. And suddenly an entirely new urgency began.

Claire tensed, holding on to one shoulder, instantly sensing the change in him. Every single muscle in his hard body had turned to steel, his heart rate exploding against her breast. A new, terrible ambition had arisen, and she felt his mind going to a dark, dangerous place. Malcolm went still.

“Come back,” Claire whispered, holding on tightly, afraid in spite of her daze. “Don’t go there. Come back to me.”

Malcolm struggled with himself, the muscles in his arms bulging, his penis throbbing. “I want all o’ ye,” he ground out. He lifted his head and she met blazing eyes, eyes she instantly recognized, mirroring unholy, uncontrollable lust.

He knelt over her, pushing her onto her back. And as he loomed there, she saw his body thicken with more power, more muscle, while black shadows formed behind him and red fire burned there. Still buried inside, he threw his head back and panted and Claire felt him touch her life.

She gasped as the room whirled, a sudden vortex of pleasure sucking her in.

Malcolm cried out savagely, and then he jumped from the bed.

No shattering ecstasy came. The spinning eased. Claire somehow sat up. The room tilted wildly. She met fierce, glittering silver eyes. She blinked and saw Malcolm leaving the chamber.

Claire collapsed against the pillows, fighting for air. The spinning room slowed but did not stop. Malcolm, don’t go, she begged.

If he heard her silent cries, he did not answer.

She somehow sat up again. She cursed the herbs and flowers, but that did not clear her mind. They had been making love and he had turned into that raging beast. She had felt him touch her deeply, she had felt him touch her soul. She stumbled from the bed.

Claire reeled but made it to the door. She pushed it open. “Malcolm.”

There was no response.

She felt him leaving, not just her but Awe. Alarmed, Claire rushed to the stairs. She tripped, falling against the wall. Strong hands seized her.

“Let him go,” Aidan said firmly, a command. “Ye need to rest an’ he needs to go. He’s huntin’ Sibylla now.”

Claire shook her head. “I am…going with him!”