Page 341 of Love Bites

Magnus pulled completely out of me, disappearing down my body.

“What the…oh god.” His tongue. Sweet heavens above, the man’s tongue might as well have been a weapon with the way he used it against my clit. Lashing, licking, flicking…teasing me higher and higher. Feasting on me as he pushed my legs up and out, opening me for him. Pinning me like a butterfly. His fingers soon joined the mix, his growl vibrating through me as he pressed in deep. As he curled those digits and hit a spot that had me gasping for air.

As he made me come with just his mouth and hand.

“Good girl,” he said, climbing back over me and reaching to grab a condom out of his wallet. “Fuck, I want to come inside you so badly, but I know where that will lead.”

To a commitment he couldn’t make with me. “I’m on the pill.”

He groaned long and deep, running his hand up and down the length of himself as he sat back on his knees. “Don’t tempt me, woman. I’d say fuck it and ride you bare, but I can’t. Not yet.”

I didn’t know why not, but it didn’t matter. All that did—the only thing I cared about—was the way his hand danced along his cock. The way I had him trapped within my legs. He gave me a snarling growl and then he was back, hovering over me as he kissed me deeply. Thrusting into my pussy with a grunt and a growl that made me want to die. And the sounds between us… My god, had I ever been so wet? Had I ever been so turned on and ready? So needful for more?

I didn’t think so.

Magnus groaned, moving faster. Snapping his hips into mine as he lost that hefty control. “Fucking heat. By the fates, beautiful—you’re going to burn me up.”

But I felt as if I were the one on fire—inside and out. Everything about this man set my soul on fire, had my heart blazing as he moved closer. As we came together. And his body—good lord, the man was made of muscle, all lithe and trim with a scattering of dark gray hair across his chest and arms leading down to the base of his cock as it disappeared inside of me. I couldn’t stop touching, feeling, looking, tasting. Every inch. Every dip and curve. I wanted to learn them all. To memorize them. To never let them go.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted, and I lost myself. To the heat, to the stretch, to the feel of him against me. The words I dreamed of hearing for real. I lost my mind as my body convulsed underneath him, pleasure breaking over me like never before.

“Yours, Magnus. All yours.”

And I was. The walls I’d convinced myself to build had crumbled at some point, and I was a mass of feeling, emotional want. I was totally and completely his. Even though I knew he’d break my heart soon enough. I was his in a way I’d never experienced. In a way I knew would linger long after he was gone. I was his. Period.

And I was doomed.

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