Page 60 of The Warrior
Magni’s hand tugged my head backward when he pulled my hair, looking deep into my eyes. “I want to.”
Excitement shone from my hooded eyes, but I didn’t speak.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” he muttered.
I smiled.
“Why the hell do you have to make things so difficult?” Magni asked in a low gruff voice.
I didn’t have an answer for him but I complied when he ordered, “Take off your clothes.”
Magni communicated with burning eyes, hungry kisses, strong hands, and short commands. The rougher the better for me. And Magni was an expert at rough.
His hair was still wet from the shower when I reached up to play with it. With a grunt Magni pinned my hands to stay in control. It didn’t keep me from kissing him, and we battled for control a bit with him biting and suckling on my lower lip, giving me the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
Using his strong hands, he pushed me down on the bed, pressing my legs apart with his knees. His expert fingers made sure I was wet and ready before he pushed inside of me. I closed my eyes and gave a deep moan, loving the sensation of being filled by him.
Magni encapsulated me with his body and after feeling like a giant among the Motlander women, it was wonderful to feel small in his arms. With a smile on my lips, I moved my right arm, silently signaling that I wanted him to let go of my wrist. Magni released my arm and allowed my hand to travel over his bulgy biceps and muscular shoulders. Every part of his body was delicious and toned.
“You feel amazing,” I whispered against his ear, biting at his earlobe.
Magni’s only response was an increase in his pace of sliding in and out of me.
“What position is your favorite?” My voice was still a whisper but my eyes were full of mischief. I had fantasized about Magni while we had been separated, and more than once I’d wondered what position he preferred.
“Every position that involves having sex with you,” he answered in a breathy voice.
“I like it when you take me from behind, and when I ride you.”
As if my words were a challenge, Magni took me in every position possible. After my second orgasm, I was exhausted, but Magni wasn’t done. “Get on your hands and knees.”
The bed was rocking and when my moans became too loud he covered my mouth with his large hand, pulling me up and back against his chest. Our bodies were covered with a sheen of perspiration. The cabin was like a sauna, and I could hardly breathe when his arm locked around my chest and he bit my shoulder in a sign of dominance.
Only a low growl came from him but he might as well have said the words “You’re mine.”
Closing my eyes, I rotated my hips, wanting him to do it again. Magni read my signals and lifted my hair away to bite my neck without breaking the skin.
“Come inside me,” I panted.
His heavy breathing and the way he intensified the pace told me he was close.
“Yes, yes… that’s it, Magni. Come in me.”
Leaning back on his haunches, Magni brought me with him to a shared orgasm. Pressing himself as far inside of me as he could, he emptied every drop of warm semen while calling out my name. “Lauraaa, fuck yes, Laura.”
I leaned my head back on his shoulder, panting from exhaustion.
“My leg is cramping.” Without letting go of me, Magni changed our position to spoon on the bed. He was still inside of me, but stretching his leg and flexing his foot. I tried to move forward to give him space, but he held on to me. “No, stay.”
We lay together and I reached for his hand and intertwined our fingers. Magni kissed my shoulder and buried his head in my hair. I blamed it on the lack of sleep from the night before that we fell asleep at seven thirty – connected, sated, and in each other’s arms.
If only things could have stayed that way, but eight hours later, I woke up to an incoming call from Hans.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s three in the morning, but I have news.”
“Did they find Devlin?” My voice was hopeful, as I wanted to stay in bed with Magni.
“No, but we have a solid lead. There’s a village about half an hour from the border where some mysterious activity indicates Devlin might be holding a woman hostage.”
