His hips began to thrust up to meet mine, taking control of our rhythm, his supernatural strength allowing him to lift us both with each powerful drive. The change in pace drove him deeper, hitting places inside me that sent sparks shooting up my spine and down to my curling toes.
"Yes," I cried, bracing myself on his chest as he took over.
"Come for me again," he demanded. "One more time. Together."
I shattered around him, my body convulsing as pleasure crashed through me in waves so intense I nearly lost consciousness. Through the roaring in my ears, I heard him growl as his own orgasm hit. His cock pulsed inside me, filling me with wave after wave of heat as he continued to thrust through both our climaxes.
When the final tremors subsided, I collapsed onto his chest, boneless and utterly spent. His arms came around me immediately, cradling me against him. Neither of us spoke, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room as we slowly returned to ourselves. I had no idea how much time passed as we lay there, my body felt used in the best possible way, pleasantly sore, thoroughly sated, marked by his touch inside and out.
Magnur's hand lifting to stroke my hair back from my sweat-dampened face. "Still with me?" he murmured, his voice back to normal.
I nodded against his chest, not trusting my voice yet. He rolled us to the side, finally slipping free of my body. The emptiness made me whimper softly, my oversensitive flesh protesting the separation.
"Shh," he soothed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I've got you."
He left the bed just long enough to reach the control panel, cutting off the gazes of those few observers who remained. Privacy restored, he went to a cabinet beside the bed where heretrieved a soft cloth and a bottle of water, using the first to gently clean between my thighs while encouraging me to sip from the latter.
"You were magnificent," he told me.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He helped me back into my dress, smoothing out the wrinkles with his hands.
"There," he said softly, adjusting one of the thin straps over my shoulder. He'd already dressed himself, only the slightly rumpled quality of his hair betrayed what had just transpired.
When he offered his hand to help me to the door, I took it gratefully but the moment I put weight on my legs, they buckled beneath me like overcooked noodles. I would have collapsed if not for his quick reflexes.
"Whoa," I laughed weakly, clinging to his forearm to stay upright. "That's...embarrassing."
His smile was equal parts pride and concern. "Not embarrassing. Flattering." He steadied me, giving me a moment to find my balance. "Try again?"
I took a tentative step and immediately knew it wasn't going to work. My legs trembled violently, muscles liquefied by the multiple orgasms he'd wrung from my body. Standing was barely possible; walking was out of the question.
"I think you broke me," I admitted, another laugh bubbling up despite my embarrassment. "In the best possible way, but still."
Without a moment's hesitation, he bent and scooped me into his arms.
"Better?" he asked, looking down at me with such tenderness that my heart did a stupid little flip.
"Much," I agreed, letting my head rest against his shoulder.
Before leaving, he grabbed a soft blanket from a cabinet and draped it over me, providing an additional layer of modesty for our exit.
"Ready to face the world?" he asked quietly.
I nodded, suddenly aware that we'd have to cross through the main club to reach the exit. People who potentially had watched us would see us, the thought sent a fresh wave of heat to my cheeks, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Magnur carried me through the doorway and into the club. The atmosphere had shifted during our private time, the energy more languid now, performances more sensual as the night deepened toward early morning. We reached the entrance foyer and the stone golem, opened the door for us without comment, though I swore I saw something like amusement in his eyes. The cool night air was a shock against my overheated skin. I shivered involuntarily, and Magnur tucked the blanket more securely around me.
"Cold?" he asked, already moving toward where his car was parked.
"A little," I admitted. "But it feels nice after...everything."
Magnur managed to open the passenger door without setting me down, a feat that impressed me given the awkwardness of the angle. He placed me gently on the seat, making sure the blanket stayed wrapped around me before closing the door and rounding to the driver's side.
"Okay?" he asked after a few minutes of driving in comfortable silence.
"Perfect," I answered truthfully. Better than I'd been in longer than I could remember.
