He laid on the bed beside her, his warm body pressing against her. Leaning forward, his lips found hers again, and Izzy responded, deepening their kiss with a groan of pleasure. Magnus’s big hand roamed down her body, tracing the curve of her hip and coming to rest on her thigh. It was only a light touch, but it sent a thrill right through her.
Izzy reached up to unlace his shirt, her hands trembling slightly. Magnus stilled under her touch, his eyes never leaving hers as she undid each tie slowly, revealing his muscled chest. With an intake of breath, she skimmed her fingers over the hard planes of his torso, tracing the lines of his muscles. His breathing hitched when she ran her fingers over a long scar on his side—a remnant from a battle long ago and she could feel his heat tingling against her fingertips and all the way up her arm.
Magnus growled low in his throat, and, pushing her onto her back, he began kissing her again, hot and intense this time. Izzy gasped into his mouth, her fingers curling into his shoulders, and responded in kind.
After a moment, Magnus pulled back, looking down at her with darkened eyes. “May I?” he asked, his hand resting on the hem of her undergarments.
A nod from Izzy was all he needed. Slowly, he undressed her completely, leaving her bare under the flickering candlelight.
“It isnae enough to just see ye,” he said. “I want to know ye, every inch of ye, every curve and valley of yer body.”
With a wolfish grin, he started from the top. His lips found the hollow at the base of her neck first. His stubble tickled slightly as he kissed her, making her giggle.
In response, Magnus chuckled against her skin, the rumbling vibrations sending pleasant shivers down her spine. He continued his exploration, trailing kisses and gentle nips down the column of her neck to the swell of her breasts. His hands cupped them tenderly, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive peaks.
Izzy gasped as a fresh wave of desire crashed over her. Her body arched into his touch instinctively, seeking more. Magnus obliged, his lips closing around one peak while his hand continued its gentle assault on the other.
Izzy threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him on. She gasped when he bit down gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
“Magnus,” she moaned softly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him up to meet her lips. She kissed him fiercely,a wildness overtaking her as she lost herself. Oh, how she wanted him.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. “Say it, Isabelle,” he murmured against her lips.
“I want you, Magnus,” she breathed out, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I want you inside me.”
His eyes darkened at her words, a deep growl rumbling in his throat. He rose above her, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her body. Her fingers traced across his stomach, and then quickly untied his trews, allowing him to kick them off. He was naked now, all glorious six-foot-something of him lit by the soft glow of candlelight.
He placed his hands on the bed on either side of her, caging her in as he loomed above. His hair hung down in a black curtain, shielding his face, and his blue eyes burned with an intense need that left Izzy breathless. With his knees he nudged her legs apart and positioned himself between her thighs. Heat flooded through Izzy’s body, a desire every bit a match for his. His hands found hers, twining their fingers together above her head as he looked down at her.
“Ye are mine,” he whispered. Then he tilted his hips and slid slowly inside her.
Izzy gasped with pleasure. This felt so right. So...perfect. A cascade of sensations flooded through Izzy as Magnus filled her completely and then began to move. Slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sent a wave of ecstasy coursing through her body.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, her body arched into his as she matched his movements. With each thrust,she felt him deeper within her, stretching and filling her to the brink.
The world began to spin around her as they moved together. Magnus was relentless, taking her higher and higher until she felt herself teetering on the edge. Leaning down, his mouth captured her moans as he quickened his pace, responding to her mounting cries of pleasure.
“Magnus...” she gasped, her grip tightening around him. “I’m... I’m...”
“Let go, love,” he whispered. “Let go with me.”
And then she was soaring, her body convulsing around him as euphoria crashed over her like a tidal wave. In response, his rhythm faltered, his breath hitched, and then he was joining her, his body shaking with the force of his own climax. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, swallowing his gasp of pleasure as their bodies rode out the storm together.
Finally, when the waves of satisfaction began to ebb, he rolled off her, pulling her into his arms. They lay there panting, tangled up in each other as they struggled to catch their breath.
Silence settled over them once more, interrupted only by the flickering of the candles and their labored breathing. Izzy turned in his arms to face him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
“Magnus?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Hmm?” His eyes were half-closed, but he turned to look at her, nonetheless.
“I love you.”
The words hung in the air between them before a slow smile lit his features. He pulled her closer, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead.
“And I love ye, my brave Isabelle,” he murmured against her skin.
Her response was a contented sigh as she snuggled into his embrace. Their bodies were tangled in a mess of sheets and limbs, but neither made an effort to move. The world outside their chamber could wait.
Suddenly there was a scratch at the door and a plaintive whine.
“No,” Izzy said resolutely. “I’m not letting him in.”
A second later, the door burst open and a hundred-and-eighty pounds worth of dog came hurtling in. Izzy squawked and quickly wrapped a sheet around her.
Then she and Magnus spoke at the same time, both in an equally exasperated tone.
“Snaffles!”
THE END
