There was truly something thrilling in being so easily manhandled for a curvy girl like Sam. The ex-fiancé had been able to do it, and had seemed to appreciate her curves, but Rik’s every touch was reverent as his hands slid over her shoulders and turned her away from him. He had slowly peeled her out of her dress, and when she had instinctively sought to keep it from falling, he had drawn her hands away and turned her back to face him when she was only clad in her lingerie.

The look on his face stole away any hint of embarrassment she may have felt. His eyes were such a bright, verdant green, the gold only a narrow band around his dilated pupils. His breaths were coming in harsh pants, his hands unconsciously fisting and releasing at his sides as those eyes of his traveled down her body. She felt a thrill of purely feminine power as he swayed, and when she made to brush her hair back, his huskily purred, “No, leave it down, please,” shot straight through her core.

If she hadn’t already been damp with need for him, the look of him, all passion so tightly constrained it seemed ready to explode from his chest, would have sealed the deal. His groan, a wordless sound of appreciation, drew a smile to her lips.

Resting her hands on her hips, breasts thrust forward, Sam looked up at him over the rim of her glasses. Without the filter her glasses provided, Rik’s sharply handsome face was even more defined, inhumanly stunning to make the angels weep in jealousy. The warm golden aura that was his second skin was nebulous, spreading out to fill the room with a sensuous heat that bathed her flesh, and pulsing with every beat of his heart.

When Rik took an involuntary step forward, his eyes fixated on her swollen breasts, Sam felt her smile grow. She placed a hand on the center of his chest, halting him instantly as he looked down at her from his advantaged height more than a foot over her head. The questioning look on his face had her shaking her head, her voice low as she murmured, “Your turn, Sir Knight. Will you shed your armor for me?”

She had to fight not to burst into laughter when he tore his Stetson from his head, tossing it aside with one hand while the other tore open his shirt, the snaps ripping open from the force of his jerky movements. Beneath, he wore a tight, white muscle shirt, and…oh my Lord above, it was obscene how that muscle shirt clung to every defined ridge of his chest.

Taking a step back, Sam felt the edge of the bed against the backs of her thighs, so she sat down, her arms behind her supporting her upright as she crossed a leg over the other to enjoy the spectacle before her. And it was a spectacle! The dim light in the room cast him in an amber glow, making the shadowy ridges stark as his entire torso flexed when he removed that muscle shirt.

Sam drank in the sight of him. Broad shoulders, narrow waist and flat abdomen with every muscle clearly and cleanly isolated. His skin was fair, his “winter tan” making his chest far paler than his forearms or his face. The firm, thick ridges of his pectoral muscles were dusted with crisp golden curls, a few shades darker than the hair on his head, and arrowing downward into a dusky trail that disappeared into his jeans. And…those jeans were tight, apparently too tight, given the bulge straining to be released.

When Rik’s large hands, with those long, dexterous fingers, paused at the flap, Sam raised her eyes back up to his face to find him staring slack-jawed at her. Looking down at herself, realizing the position she was in, her heavy breasts already aching and swelling with the need to be touched by those hands of his, she realized the provocative pose she had inadvertently taken. With a mental shrug, Sam played along.

“See something you like, Sir Knight?” Sam purposefully lowered her voice, making it a throaty purr as she lifted a hand to play with the silken bow that laced up the front of her bustier.

When Rik just nodded his head, still staring avidly at her breasts, Sam had to duck her head, letting her bangs hide her sudden smile. It was then she noticed the markings on his chest, hidden beneath his glamour. Covering his left pectoral, rose vines wove together in ornate knotwork, and after a quick glance at her own left breast, she noticed the designs were identical to one another. Even in the dim light of the room, the rose vines were undulating languidly, the flowers pulsing as they began to unfurl.

Lifting her head to comment on the marks, it was Sam’s turn to go slack-jawed and speechless as Rik tore open the fly of his jeans and shoved them and his boxer briefs down only to stumble back as they got caught on his boots. With a muttered curse, the smooth playboy she had heard so much about fought against the denim, hopping as he yanked off first one boot and then the other.

Sam gave a brief giggle, although once she caught sight of the bobbing organ bouncing between his legs, her laughter left her in a low gasp. Thick and long, the head of his penis was a deep crimson, glistening wetly as it waved from between those tree trunks he called thighs. His body was built like an Olympic swimmer’s, with a powerful upper body and massive thighs, but with a flat—holy shit, is that an 8-pack?—and narrow waist, complete with that drool-worthy V of muscles from hips to groin. When Rik finally stripped off his boots and jeans, he stood upright with a rather goofy, triumphant grin on his face that quickly turned into a leer as he noticed her wide-eyed gaze fixated on his arousal.

Placing his hands on his hips, Rik tilted his chin in masculine arrogance, fully inviting Sam’s avid perusal. With golden curls surrounding the base, it curved upward, the veins visibly pulsing as it bobbed eagerly at her inspection. Framed by his strong thighs, his testicles hung heavy and low, leaving no doubt to just how much of a man he really was.

“Like what you see, ma petite flamme?” Rik huskily drawled as he began to stalk toward her, not stopping as she was forced to lean back on the bed, with him looming over her. “Although I seem to recall hearing a giggle. I’m wounded,” his pout was obviously fake, his eyes glittering with both amusement and raw lust as he kneed her legs apart and settled between her parted thighs. “I think you need to kiss it better…”

How can he be so damned goofy, and so damned hot at the same time? Sam thought as he lowered his lips and nuzzled up along the column of her throat, pressing slow kisses against her flesh as he moved up along her jaw.

Sam’s hands found themselves on his chest, her fingers grazing through the light smattering of hair. His body was so damned firm, and the heat of his skin nearly scorched her hands as she explored him, earning an encouraging groan from deep in his throat as he pressed into her touch. The arching of his back also drove the throbbing, weighty length of his dick up along her inner thighs. This time, she was the one to whimper.

When Rik pulled back from her, Sam leaned back on the mattress, watching him through heavy eyes. He looked down at her, spread beneath him, and a low, slow smile twisted his lips as he purred, “Such a pretty little present, all wrapped up. I must’ve been a really good boy.”

Sam swallowed a gasp as he gripped her right leg, lifting it up so he could unfasten the garter. Repeating the movement with her left leg, he slowly peeled the stockings from her body, leaving them and her heels to join the pile at the foot of the bed. Keeping his eyes on hers, he ran those strong, calloused fingers up along her inner thighs until they grazed her lace boy shorts.

“Lift your hips, mon amour,” Rik softly demanded and Sam complied. Slowly, he slid them down and off. That damned smirk made a reappearance as the insufferable man actually sauntered away from her, leaving her bare-assed on the bed.

Affronted, Sam pushed up on her elbows to give him a glare when she saw him grab his jeans. “What…?”

Rik tucked the boy shorts into his jeans’ pocket, still giving her that grin that was pure boyish charm and masculine satisfaction. “What? I like them, I’m going to start a collection.”

Quirking an eyebrow, both amused and irritated, Sam huffed, “I don’t think they’ll fit you.”

Laughing, still carrying his jeans, Rik swaggered back over to the bed. Tossing his jeans off to one side, he reached down and grabbed her legs, hiking them apart and tugged her to the edge of the bed. “Ah, baby, you know I’d look fabulous in lace,” he teased as he slowly kneeled between her spread legs. “Just consider them a favor, from a lady to her knight, to bring him luck.”

As he spoke, Rik lifted her legs and rested them on his broad shoulders, his large hands sliding beneath her to curl around her ass. When he rubbed his scruff-roughened cheek lightly along her inner thighs, Sam bit her lower lip to stifle a groan.

Sam was amazed that she wasn’t feeling self-conscious around him. She was half-naked, her legs hiked up on his shoulders while the man studied her lower body with an intensity of a predator stalking its prey, when his eyes suddenly brightened and he released an exultant, “Ah ha! Found one!”

“Found wha…oh my god,” Sam groaned, her head falling back against the mattress when she felt his tongue flick over her inner thigh, scant inches away from her sex. He pressed his lips reverently against the spot as she tangled her fingers in his thick hair.

“A freckle,” he grinned as he pulled back, once more seeking out another. “Baby, I can’t tell you how much I fucking love your freckles. I’m going to kiss every one of them.”

These are rubies, fairy favors…and in those spots, lay her savors! Okay, so he mangled the quote, but the sentiment held very true!

Sam’s laugh was a bit breathless as he found another one, this one on the side of her left knee. “You’re going to be doing a lot of kissing then.”

“Yep,” Rik sounded way too pleased at that.

Leaning up on her elbows once more, Sam had to give him a small grin as she tapped his nose, “My father always called them fairy kisses. Said I had so many because the fairies loved me.”

“Ah, baby,” Rik said, meeting her eyes, “Trust me, you’re going to be well and thoroughly loved.”

Rik’s hands tightened against the flesh of her ass as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the dewy lips of her sex. His hot, wet tongue languidly stroked upward, lapping at her damp sweetness, making her even wetter as he growled approvingly when she tightened her hands in his hair with a throaty gasp of his name.