From Dance With the Devil by Sherrilyn Kenyon.
His life had been so unfair.
She trailed her hand up his muscular arm, to bury it in his hair so that she could stroke his scalp. “Make love to me, Zarek. I can’t take away your past, but I can hold you now. I want to share my body with you, even if it’s only for a little while.”
He pulled her forcefully against him and kissed her heatedly. She moaned, arching her back as he laid her back down on the floor.
Astrid kicked her shoes off, then removed her pants and panties. She pulled her shirt off and unsnapped her bra.
She should be embarrassed–she’d never stripped in front of anyone before. Never been naked while they were clothed.
Yet she was not ashamed.