A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. My legs spread slightly of their own accord, the ache between them intensifying to an almost painful degree. Any other time, with any other man, such a forward statement would have seemed crude or presumptuous. From him, in this moment, with the thread practically vibrating between us, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
"I think I might combust if you don't," I responded.
Magnur's eyes darkened to a near-black crimson at my words. He rose from his seat, closing the distance between us. I barely had time to register the movement before his body loomed over me, casting me in shadow.
"Then we shouldn't keep you waiting," he growled.
He leaned down, one large hand cupping my face while the other braced against the back of my chair and claimed my mouth in a possessive kiss. I gasped against his lips, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss until I was clutching at his shoulders just to stay grounded. His tongue swept against mine, tasting, exploring, demanding a response that I was all too eager to give.
He pulled away just enough to look at me, his eyes now burning embers in the night. "Stand up," he commanded softly.
I obeyed without hesitation, rising on slightly unsteady legs. The moment I was upright, he reclaimed my mouth in another devastating kiss, this time sliding his hand from my face down the curve of my neck, trailing fire across my collarbone before cupping my breast through the fabric of my dress.
I arched into his touch with a moan that he swallowed greedily. His thumb brushed across my nipple, already hard and straining against the material. The simple touch sent jolts of pleasure straight between my legs, my body responding to him like it had been waiting for his hands.
"Perfect," he murmured against my lips before trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
His mouth latched onto the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, sucking hard enough to mark me while his fingers continued teasing my breast. My head fell back, giving him better access as pleasure spiraled through me.
"You taste even better than I imagined," he growled against my skin, his free hand sliding around to the zipper of mydress. He lowered it just enough to push the fabric down over my shoulders, exposing my breasts to the warm night air. The sudden exposure made me gasp, my eyes darting around the rooftop. We were still alone, but the awareness that we were in a public space, that anyone could access the elevator and find us here, sent a forbidden thrill racing through me.
"Anyone could come up here and see us," Magnur said, his eyes following my gaze before dropping to my exposed chest. The hunger in his expression made me feel like the most desirable woman on earth. "See how beautiful you are. How perfectly you respond to me."
Rather than covering myself, I arched my back slightly, offering myself more fully to his gaze. His approval was immediate, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he bent to capture one nipple between his lips.
The wet heat of his mouth closed around me, his tongue swirling patterns that made coherent thought impossible. He sucked hard, then released me with a pop before moving to give the other breast the same attention. All the while, his hands weren't idle. One supported the small of my back while the other slid down my side, fingers bunching the fabric of my dress higher and higher.
"Do you like that?" he asked, his breath hot against my damp skin. "The idea of people watching me pleasure you, my sweet mate?"
The word "mate" sent another pulse of heat through me. I nodded, beyond words at this point, my hips rocking forward seeking friction against anything he'd give me.
"Use your words," he commanded gently, his hand now stroking the bare skin of my thigh just below where my dress had bunched. "Tell me what you want."
"Yes," I managed. "I like it. The idea of...being watched."
His answering smile was positively wicked as his fingers slid higher, tracing the edge of my panties where they met my inner thigh. "You're soaked," he observed. "All this for me?"
I nodded again, then remembered his command. "All for you. Please, Magnur."
He moved us slightly, guiding me until my back pressed against the glass barrier at the rooftop's edge. The protective wards hummed against my skin, a counterpoint to the thrumming need between my thighs. From this position, we were fully visible to anyone who might come up to the roof, yet somehow still safe from falling. The metaphor wasn't lost on me, falling into something dangerous yet protected.
His fingers finally, finally slid beneath my panties, and we both moaned at the contact. I was embarrassingly wet, had been since the moment our eyes first met.
"Say it," he demanded, his eyes locked with mine as his fingers explored my slick folds without quite giving me what I needed. "Say you want people to watch as I devour your pussy."
The words made me clench around nothing. This beautiful, powerful demon was asking for my consent, my participation in his fantasy, our fantasy.
"I want them to watch," I gasped as his thumb brushed lightly over my clit. "I want them to see how good you make me feel. How you devour my pussy like it belongs to you."
Something flashed in his eyes at my words. He dropped to his knees before me, looking up the length of my body with such naked hunger that I nearly came on the spot. His large hands spread my thighs wider, keeping me pinned against the glass barrier as he tugged my panties aside.
"Beautiful," he breathed, his hot exhale against my most sensitive flesh making me whimper. "Mine."
Then his mouth was on me, and coherent thought ceased to exist. His tongue parted my folds in a broad sweep that hadmy knees buckling, only his grip on my thighs keeping me upright. He growled his approval against me, the vibrations adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure. I threaded my fingers into his silky black hair, holding him against me as he devoured me with single-minded focus. Each stroke of his tongue was perfect, as if he could read my body's responses and adjust accordingly. When he closed his lips around my clit and sucked, stars exploded behind my eyelids.
"Oh god, Magnur, please—"
He doubled his efforts at my pleading, adding a finger inside me that curled to hit exactly the right spot. The dual stimulation was too much and I felt myself rushing toward the edge embarrassingly quickly. I tugged at his hair in warning, but it only spurred him on, his eyes lifting to watch my face as he pushed me higher.
