Absently, her feathery-soft fingers slid over the bands of muscle across his stomach.
He clenched, his body rigid. Blood pounded in his ears. The urge to turn over, flip her on her back, and plunge deep inside her took hold. He wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and sink into her so deep and hard they could never be torn apart. He wanted to hear her gasp as he slammed into her over and over. Hear the hitch of her breath quicken into cries as he pleasured her. He wanted to hear her cry out his name as she came all around him. And then he wanted to come. Deep and hot and hard. To feel the satisfaction that had always eluded him.
“Magnus.” She leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Are you awake?”
What the hell did she think? Every muscle in his body was awake. His cock was straining to his ribs. And her fingers…
God, her fingers were dancing achingly close to the throbbing tip of him.Touch me. Taste me. Take me in your mouth and suck me. She brought out every base thought in his mind.
He struggled to find his voice. “Aye,” he said in a harsh whisper. “What are you doing here, Helen?”
She laughed with the knowledge of a siren. “I should think that was fairly obvious. I’m seducing you.”
Her hand dipped, and—oh Jesus!—circled him. He couldn’t fight the urge to thrust in her hand. It felt too good. Those small, velvety fingers wrapped around him, pressing, squeezing, stroking.
It set off a cacophony of sensation that fired inside him like thousands of successive explosions. He closed his eyes, groaning. The innocent touch was killing him.
“Why?” he managed hoarsely.
She stilled. Her hand released him. “I thought…” The siren’s assurance was gone. “I thought you might want to finish what we started in the forest. I thought you wanted me.”
The uncertainty in her voice broke him. He did want her. For longer than it was probably proper he’d wanted her. And damn it, he was going to have her.
Mine. The knowledge rose inside him with a certainty that could not be denied. He was done resisting. She’d always belonged to him, as he’d always belonged to her.
How could this be wrong?
He turned and rolled on top of her.
She gasped at the contact. He could just make out the shadow of her face below his in the darkness. Her lips were parted in invitation too sweet to resist. He covered them with his, sliding his tongue deep in her mouth with a hard, carnal kiss of possession. It was a soul-searing, ravishing kiss that left no doubt of his intentions.
When he finally released her, they were both hot and breathing hard. “Does that answer your question? Aye, I want you. I’ve wanted you every minute, every day, since—” He stopped, smiling. “Since you were sixteen years old and too damned young to do anything about it.”
She smiled, and her hand reached up to cup his face. Tears of happiness glistening in the darkness. “Oh, Magnus. That’s sweet.”
“Sweet?”Bloody hell!He lowered his hips, letting her feel him, fitting himself against her. His erection was wedged intimately against her. One swift move and he’d be sheathed inside her. Sweat beaded on his forehead with restraint. “I’m not sweet, and I assure you nothing I’m thinking about doing to you right now is either.”
He could hear her sharp intake of breath and swear he saw her eyes sparkle with anticipation. “Like what?”
He laughed and kissed her again. “I could tell you, but I think it will be much more fun if I show you.”
Or maybe he’d do both.
He rolled off her and slid off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
She sounded so disappointed he chuckled. “I’ve waited too long for this not to see it.” He reached for the candle by the bed, took it over to the brazier, and lit it from the embers.
Returning to the bed, he stopped mid-step and almost stumbled. Actually, his heart did. She was sitting up in the bed with the bedsheets tucked around her chest, and she looked so damned beautiful it nearly brought him to his knees. Her glorious hair tumbled around her shoulders in wild disarray, her lips were red and bruised from his kiss, and her eyes were wide with…maidenly modesty.
He grinned. “You can’t be shy. You just climbed into my bed naked.”
She scowled. “And why can’t I? What if you don’t…” She bit her lip. “What if you don’t like what you see?”
He laughed. He couldn’t help it, he laughed. He placed the candle back down on the bedside table and slid under the covers, taking her in his arms.
She bristled. “I don’t think it’s funny.”
