He shed his own clothes in seconds, tossing his leather vest and wool trousers aside.
The sight of him made my breath hitch. He was broad, heavily muscled, and marked with pale battle scars across his ribs, his body built for pure, unyielding strength.
He knelt between my knees, leaning down to press his lips against the column of my neck. He nipped gently at my pulse point, his hot breath making my hips arch off the rug, my hands gripping his broad shoulders.
"Ted... please," I whimpered, my fingers digging into his back, my body aching with a sharp, frantic need.
"I've got you, mate," Ted rumbled into my skin.
He slid two thick fingers down between my thighs, finding me slick, dripping, and burning hot. He stroked me once, twice, making me cry out as a wave of intense pleasure rippl
