I made a low, animal-like sound after she said those words. She parted her lips for me, and I wanted nothing more than tae take her right now. The need tae shove her pants down, pull her panties aside, and slide my cock deep into her body rode me hard. I had no doubts she was wet, hot, and so fooking tight for me.

“Say it again.”

“I want you, Alastair.”

I slid my gaze down to her mouth and leaned in another inch. I wasn’t about tae be gentle in letting her kno’ what I wanted. “I’m going tae devour you, lass,” I said on a growl and watched her shiver.

“You calling me ‘lass’ makes me so wet.”

She was receptive tae me, so ready tae take what I had tae offer.

I growled again, her words having my cock so fooking hard I could have come right then and there.

“You want me, Molly?” My voice was deep, my accent thicker because I was turned on. I cupped her cheek, tipped her head back, and stared intae her eyes. “Go on, tell me again, lass.” I could have heard her say the words all day long. “You want me tae show you that you’re mine?”

She licked those plump, red lips, her pupils dilating, and nodded. “Yes, I want that.” She looked at my mouth now. “I want you to be my first.”

My heart jackhammered in my chest, my balls drew up tightly, and my cock jerked. Her words were gasoline on the wildfire burning inside of me.

She’s a virgin. My virgin.

I slipped my hand between her thighs, felt her heat, and kne’ she was primed for me. “You want me tae claim this virgin pussy?”

She gasped and nodded.

I leaned in so our mouths were only a hairsbreadth apart. I breathed in her scent, this innocent, sweet aroma that had me itching tae own her. Sweat started tae bead on my brow. “I want you fiercely.” I ran my finger over her mouth, gently pulling down her bottom lip.

“Then have me.”

And at that I leaned in and claimed her mouth. It wasn’t soft or gentle. It was brutal, hard, and with a desire that rivaled all others. Never had I wanted a woman the way I wanted Molly.

She moaned for me, and I moved my tongue along the seam of her lips, taking in her addictive flavor.

I wanted her naked, wanted tae see her flesh, every part of her that I’d own. I could have kissed her for hours, but instead I broke the suction of our lips, moved my mouth along her jawline to her ear, and said gently, “I am so hard for ye. I’m so fooking hard.”

She made this innocent noise, one that sounded like need and desperation, and one that turned me on. I slipped my hand behind her nape, curled my fingers intae her warm flesh, and started kissing the pulse that beat rapidly beneath her ear.

I needed her so badly I could taste it. I could feel it cover me like a second skin.

I dinna give a shite that anyone could walk in.

Molly would be mine. Now.

I spun her around, shoved my papers and briefcase off the desk, and lifted her up so she was sitting on it now. Keeping my hands off her was no’ an option. I had my fingers digging into her hips, had my mouth right back at her pulse point.

“I’m going tae make you feel so fooking good, Molly. When I’m done with you, there won’t be a doubt in your head about how it feels tae be with a real man.”

“God,” she moaned.

“No, just a Scotsman, lass.”

Compared to me she was a wee thing, so fragile, delicate, innocent. She made another small noise and dug her nails intae my flesh, her hands wrapped around my biceps, her emotions coming through in every touch and noise she made.

“More, lass,” I said on a growl. She dug her nails in harder, and that sting of pain mixed with my desires. I breathed harder, felt my cock stiffen even further, and kne’ I couldn’t be slow and easy. I couldn’t wait another minute.

“Fook, Molly.” I growled those words, needing her now, needing tae be a fooking beast with her.

“I need this,” she whispered.

Before I kne’ what was happening, I had her shirt off. She got off the table, worked her pants and panties down her legs, and then went for my shirt. Each button she removed seemed agonizingly slow, so verra hard for me tae stay in control.

And when she pushed my shirt away, her hands on my chest, her fingers moving along my tattoos, I snapped. I had her on the table, leaned back, her chest slightly arched.

I pushed her legs apart, glanced between them, and looked at the sweet virgin flesh that was revealed.

“God,” she said softly, her words sweet and hitting me right in the gut.

“How badly do you want me tae touch you?”

I noticed her breathing change, growing faster, harder. “So bad.”

I groaned.

I dragged my hand over her inner thighs, barely skimming the soft flesh of her pussy lips, wanting tae touch her fully, but also being a masochist and wanting the torment tae be prolonged. I continued tae run my hands over her hips, up her belly, and over her rib cage to cup her breasts.

I tweaked both of her hard nipples between my fingers. When she moaned for more, my hips seemed tae have a mind of their own, thrusting forward, my cock digging intae her sweet cunt.

I growled like this wild fooking beast.

I leaned forward again, my hands still on her breasts, tweaking her tips. I placed my mouth on her neck again, loving the slender arch, needing tae have my tongue on her, my lips marking her.

“So good.” I continued to suck on her neck, dragged my tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth against her softness, my cock sliding through her parted pussy fold but no’ penetrating her.

I forced myself tae take a step back. Her body was meant for me … only me.

I looked down at her, at the curves that made her all woman, and stopped at her breasts. I might have already looked at them, felt them, and seen how the tips tightened for me, but hell, they were a thing of beauty.

I wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck, pulled her forward, and lowered my head to lick the curve of her throat from collarbone to ear. Shite, she tasted so damn good.

She gasped, and it was the sweetest fooking sound ever, one that I wanted tae hear over and over again.

“Tell me what you want.”

“God, yes.” She looked at me with wide eyes. “I need more. I want more.”

I growled in approval. Oh, I’d give her more than she could ever handle.

I continued to take both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and tweak them, pulling them out slightly so the pain I kne’ she felt was right there at the surface. But that was my stopping point, the tightness in my rope with which I kept my control in check.

I couldn’t handle it anymore, and so I dipped low and sucked a taut peak intae my mouth, sucking, licking, loving it all. The head of my cock throbbed, and I felt pre-cum dot the tip. I could have sucked on her all day long, but I needed inside of her.

I let go of her nipple with an audible pop, grabbed my cock, and stroked myself for a few seconds. Fook, my dick was so hard it ached, and my balls were drawn up tight. “I hope you’re ready, because I canna stop once I’ve started.”

I saw the way her throat worked as she swallowed. Molly was breathing heavily, and her breasts shook because of it.

“Are you ready?” I asked again. She nodded for me. I stared down at the pink, soft, wet flesh of her pussy. I started stroking myself again from root to tip. Because I was a dirty bastard, I ran my cockhead along her slit, smearing pre-cum on her folds, making her slick with it.

I could have come just from the sight of her, could have covered her with my seed, made her pussy sticky and white without even being inside of her.

“Ask me for it. Tell me you want my dick in your pussy.”

She looked down at where my dick was, pressed right to her pussy hole.

And then she reached down, pulled her labia apart, and let me see the inner pink of her most intimate part.

“Be with me already. Take my virginity.”