The tension in his body relaxed ever so slightly and he placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Then ye shall have me.”
Magnus lowered himself onto her. Izzy’s hands roved along the expanse of his back, feeling the flex and give of his muscles beneath her fingertips. She felt the innate strength in him, the power contained within his body.
Magnus thrust his hips and Izzy gasped as she felt his length slide into her, hard and aching.
“Oh god, Magnus,” she breathed as he buried himself fully inside her. Her fingers sought solace in his hair, tugging slightly as he began to move.
Each thrust was deep and deliberate, designed to stoke the fire brewing inside her. Izzy arched her back, pressingherself against him, trying to draw him in even deeper as pleasure began to build.
She loved the weight of him, the feel of him moving inside her. Every time he hit that sweet spot within her, she moaned, fingers clinging to his back as sweet sensation rippled through her.
“Isabelle,” he groaned, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He nipped at her skin, before soothing it with his tongue. The sensation sent sparks skittering across her body.
Magnus quickened his pace, his rhythm becoming more urgent as his own pleasure began to take him. Izzy clutched at him, digging her nails into his back, her body moving in time with his as the bed slammed into the wall and the floorboards creaked.
He was everywhere, consuming her senses with his scent, the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of his kisses. Their bodies moved together like two pieces of a well-fitting puzzle, synchronizing in a dance that was as natural as breathing, as eternal as the tide kissing the shore.
The heat was intense, spiraling inside her stomach and seeping into her veins. She could feel herself nearing the edge and her movements became frantic under Magnus.
“Isabelle...my Isabelle,” Magnus breathed into her ear. His body tensed above her and she knew he was close too.
Izzy tightened her legs around him. “Please...Magnus...” she whimpered.
With a powerful thrust, Magnus slammed into her one last time before groaning out her name as he reached his climax. At the same time, Izzy broke apart, her own peak flooding through her and washing her away.
He shuddered above her, his strong body trembling from exertion. “Gods...Isabelle,” he panted, his eyes squeezed shut and his forehead pressed against hers.
Izzy blinked, coming back to herself slowly. She ran her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair and kissed him gently on the tip of his nose, tasting the salty tang of their mingled sweat. His body relaxed gradually atop hers and after a moment, he rolled off her and onto his back, pulling her along with him so that she was sprawled across his chest. His hand absently stroked her hair as he stared up at the ceiling.
Izzy said nothing. Speaking still seemed beyond her and all she could do was lay her head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat slowly begin to recover from the rapid pace of their lovemaking.
It had been...unreal. She was no virgin, but never had she known anything like what she’d just experienced with Magnus. What he’d been able to do to her... What he’d been able to make her feel...
“Did I hurt ye?” he asked, his voice husky in the quiet room. His hand moved down to her shoulder, where he lightly traced her collarbone with his fingers.
She shook her head against his chest. “No,” she said softly, voice hardly above a whisper. “You were perfect.”
A breath left him, relieved. “Good,” he murmured, his fingers resuming their dance through her tangled hair.
“Magnus?”
“Hmm?”
“Did I... did I hurtyou?” Her nails had raked his back in the throes of passion.
Magnus chuckled, a sound that was low and warm, reverberating through his chest. He kissed the crown of her head before replying, “Nay, love. Quite the contrary. That was... exquisite.”
His words made her stomach flutter. “Yes,” she murmured, pressing herself closer to his body. “Exquisite. That’s a good word.” She felt her eyelids drooping, drowsy contentment beginning to pull her down.
“Rest, love,” Magnus rumbled. “I’ll be here when ye wake up.”
“You’d better be,” she mumbled. She didn’t want to ever be apart from him.
Izzy snuggled deeper into Magnus’s embrace, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction when she found the perfect spot nestled against his side. She fell asleep to the sound of his soft breathing.
MAGNUS DIDN’T SLEEP, nor have any desire to. His body thrummed with awareness, as though he’d come alive, truly alive, for the first time.
He stared at the ceiling, at the firelight that danced across it, but his gaze was unfocused. His mind was filled withher, and everything else paled in comparison.
