She frowned.
Whatever he said never reached her. The meaning dissolved in the heat flooding her mind.
She was far past listening.
Her hand came up suddenly and caught his jaw, gripping it with a dominance that made him go still.
“Magnus Graves!” she snapped, urgency cracking her voice, “are you going to sleep with me or should I find another man?”
Something dangerous flashed in his eyes.
He pulled back a fraction—but she moved faster.
Her fist twisted in his collar, dragging him forward, and her mouth crashed onto his.
The force of it stole his breath.
She kissed him like she was starving. When she pulled away, it was only to chase another piece of him — his jaw, his throat — her lips pressing again and again as if she could never be close enough.
Magnus’s head tipped back.
A growl rolled out of his chest, deep and helpless. For one suspended second, his hands hovered in the air, still fighting, still trying to remember restraint.
Then they dropped to her waist.
Hard.
She didn’t slow. If anything, she became more insistent, clinging tighter, heat pouring from her in waves.
When he finally forced enough distance to look at her, the sight almost undid him.
Her eyes were wild.
Bright.
Lost to him completely.
She lay over him like living fire, relentless, devouring, leaving him nowhere to escape.
The last of his control turned to dust.
A low, possessive sound shook out of him.
“Remember,” he warned hoarsely.
His thumb slid under her chin, lifting her face, forcing her to keep looking at him.
“You are the one who asked for this.”
The next second, he grabbed the back of her head and snatched her close.
His mouth crashed against hers, their lips moving in rough, relentless strokes. He kissed her hard, claiming her mouth as she let him take control. He grew more frantic with every passing second, but she was just as restless.
“Mmm…” Her hips rolled against his, desperate for relief from the scorching heat consuming her body. It was useless. The ache only deepened, spreading through her veins, stealing the air from her lungs until she could barely feel herself breathing.
She tried to calm herself, but it was impossible. The more she fought the desire, the stronger it became. In the end, she lost the last thread of control she had left. With sudden boldness, she pushed him back, breaking the kiss. Her lips trailed down to his throat, one hand sliding up to cup his face as she kissed and tasted his skin.
His breathing deepened instantly.
