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He didn’t speak for a moment. Just stayed buried deep, cock twitching like it hadn’t finished making its point. Then his hands slid around my waist. He pulled out slowly, only to grab my hips and haul me up.
“Come here,” he murmured, voice rough, and sat down in his chair.
I was already aching and shaky, but when he pulled me onto his lap, I didn’t resist. He guided me back onto his cock—slow, thick, still hard—and I gasped as he stretched me open again.
“Fuck, Magnus,” I whimpered, bracing on his shoulders.“You’re still hard?”
“For you? Always,” he said, kissing my jaw.
His hands cupped my ass, keeping me flush to him, fully seated. He didn’t move. Neither did I.
We just…sat.
Wrapped around him. Plugged full of him. Soaked in filth and smugness.
He brushed his nose along my cheek, soft lips pressing reverent kisses over my jaw, temple, down my throat.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered.
“You already have me,” I murmured, looping my arms around his neck.
His hand slid up to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair. He kissed me—softly at first, then deeper, tongues tangling as I shifted slightly on his cock and felt him throb inside me again.
He growled into my mouth.
“I need a goddamn muzzle. One kiss and I need to fuck you again,” he muttered.“You’re going to ruin me.”
I just smiled and rolled my hips, lazily.
“I think we’re past the point of ruin.”
And I could feel it, pooling inside me.
Warm.
Claimed.
Still his.
Still full.
Still seated on the throne I’d built between my legs, with the king still buried inside me.
Chapter 14
Magnus
She walked out of my office like a queen, head held high. Hilarious, really—considering my double load would still be leaking out of her no matter how much I’d tried to clean her up before she left.
I sighed when the door clicked shut, already checking the time to see how long until I could leave work.
It was almost an hour later when my phone rang.
Not Iris.
Benedict.
I grinned and picked up.
