Chapter Thirteen
Lara woke slightly groggy, but she felt better than before.
“What is it with me and waking up in different places?” she groaned. She definitely didn’t care for this new habit.
She sat up and looked around the room. She was surprised at how modern it looked. Part of her had been expecting his house to have a more rustic feel, but the whole place was nothing but clean lines, reminiscent of something out of the 1950s. She smiled at the fireplace. At least it still had something woodsy in it.
Lara pushed off the couch and made her way around. She smiled as her feet touched the warm tile. Radiant heating. She’d had it as a kid and always loved that in the summer the floors were cool, and the winter they were warm.
There wasn’t much personal, but then she wondered what sort of personal items the hybrids might even have. It seemed like they had escaped with just the clothes on their back. Not to mention that none of them exactly had a lot of personal items when they were under the control of the Horatius Group.
She picked up a few art pieces, examined them and placed them back on the shelf. There was no consistent style to the pieces. There wasn’t anything that gave her any hint what he might truly like or not. She paused at a slightly ajar door.
His bedroom. There had to be some personal items in there. It was the one place he was likely to spend the most time in.
She crept into the room. Another door just off the bedroom was closed, light escaping from underneath. She could hear the splash of water as Magnus showered inside.
Instantly, an image of his shirtless chest invaded her mind, beads of water racing down his body.
She shook her head, trying to clear it. After everything that had happened tonight, maybe sex wasn’t the best idea.
As she would have expected, the bed was massive. Being such a large man, she was sure he needed the room. The cover had been pulled down, exposing black satin sheets. She ran her fingers over the slippery fabric and smiled. She could see why he liked them.
There were a few works of art on the wall, but nothing all that surprising or even, really, all that interesting. The whole place just felt like it had been ordered from a catalog and then put into action.
Maybe that was the whole point. He was a man who had been under the control of others, maybe for his entire life. He probably hadn’t really had time to even determine what his actual tastes were. A sliver of sadness stabbed at her heart.
“Find anything?” a deep rumble from behind said.
Lara jumped. She turned quickly to apologize, but the words stopped in her mouth.
Just as she had pictured him, there he was. Towel wrapped around his waist, Magnus stood behind her, water still damp on his chest. She licked her lips and locked eyes with him.
“I was just looking around,” she said quietly.
Magnus stepped forward. She could smell the fresh soap from his shower. The spicy scent floated up to her nose, and she breathed in deeply.
His eyes flashed a brilliant blue, and she watched in awe as his tattoos grew bright as well.
She gingerly reached out a finger to trace the lines on his chest and shoulder.
“They are so pretty,” she said quietly.
Magnus chuckled. “I don’t think anything about me has ever been called pretty before.”
She blushed at his words and started to pull her hand away but stopped as he placed his own against hers.
“Touch me,” he said.
Lara spread her hand out on his chest and stared at their hands as they rested together there, just over his heart.
“I want you, Lara,” he said and moved a step closer. “More than anything.”
She looked away, not sure what she should say. No one had ever been so blunt with her.
Magnus placed a finger under her chin and moved her face back toward his.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispered.
She shivered. She did want him. Every part of her wanted him. She had since the moment she first saw him.
“Yes,” she said and swayed toward him.
Magnus placed a hand against her chest to still her forward movement.
“Tell me,” he said more firmly.
She looked up to his blazing blue eyes and sighed.
“I want you.”
His mouth pressed down against her own. There were no gentle kisses this time. It was like fire. Magnus was all consuming, and she was ready to be consumed by him.
His tongue pressed into her mouth, and she moaned against him. There was no parking lot this time to temper her response. Hell, she couldn’t have stopped this even if she wanted to. Every part of her burned with passion from his touch.
She gasped when his fingers grazed her stomach. He popped each button on her blouse, slowly moving up her body. His mouth stayed firmly on her own, coaxing her as he moved along.
Lara frowned when he pulled away. She stared at his bright eyes.
“I want you naked,” he said. His voice was rough and made her nipples bead in anticipation.
He yanked her shirt from her body and unsnapped her pants. Gently, Lara stepped away to take them off herself. She watched as his gaze fixed on her hands. Slowly, she moved her pants down her hips. She turned and pushed them down her legs, bending her body over for him to see.
She gasped when he pressed his face between her legs, and his hot tongue pressed against her center. Lara stepped one foot out of her pants and placed her hands on the dresser in front of her.
“What are you—”
Her words were cut off as he slid his tongue around the back lace that covered her and slipped into her folds. He grazed her clit with the tip of his tongue and pressed hard against it with an up and down motion. She could feel how wet she was.
Magnus hooked her panties with his finger, and she felt his breath as he sat back a little. When he came back again, she moaned as his tongue slipped inside her.
A large finger found her clit and rolled it in a circular motion, pushing her along.
Her nails bit into the drawer on the dresser, and she shook as he continued to press his tongue into her. Each time he pushed in a little deeper, wiggling around as he went.
He moved faster and faster, his tongue pressing deep inside. She shook so hard she could feel her inside start to quiver.
Magnus brought his hands to her hips. He held her as he continued to fuck her with his tongue.
Lara moaned and tried to breathe. The pulses of pleasure pushed her closer and closer to the edge. In one giant blinding orgasm, she crumpled to the floor.
She breathed in deeply, still dripping from the waves of ecstasy. She’d never felt like this, certainly not from someone’s mouth or anything else for that matter.
As if she weighed nothing, Magnus picked her up from the floor. His towel long gone, she could feel his hard length across her back as he carried her.
Lara landed softly on the bed and smiled at the feel of the soft satin all around her. It was like resting on top of water. Soft and cool.
She sighed as Magnus settled over her. His warm body pressed between her legs.
In a swift motion, he brought his hands behind her back. Her bra unclasped easily and slipped down her arms.
Magnus sat back on his knees. She wasn’t able to see much in the dark room, but his glowing eyes stood out like a beacon. He placed his hand on her stomach, and she winced a little. The few extra cookies she didn’t like to think about hid there, and now he was feeling that. But the thought quickly faded as his hand moved slowly up her body. The closer it moved toward her breasts, the faster she breathed.
He’d already has his mouth on her, but this was different. Before she’d been looking the other way, but like this, her eyes were on him and his on her.
He stopped in the middle of her chest, his hand resting just over her heart.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
Lara frowned. “No.”
“You were,” he said. “When you fell.”
She placed a hand over his and gave a squeeze.
“It wasn’t you that scared me,” she said. “I wanted you from the beginning, when I saw you outside the coffee shop.”
It was all he needed.
His hands moved to either side of her breasts and rolled the hard peaks between his fingers.
She writhed beneath him, her center brushing the head of his hard cock.
Lara gasped and moved again. This time she found the pulsing head and rubbed herself hard against him.
A low, guttural sound erupted from his chest.
“Lara,” he managed to get out.
She ignored his warning and kept rubbing, enjoying the feel of him so close to her entrance.
Lara brought her hand between her legs and grasped him firmly.
She hissed as he pinched her nipples.
This time she rubbed his head right at her opening, letting the head slip just inside a little.
Magnus stilled, but she kept going, relishing the feel of him stretching her as she slowly pressed him inside.
When his head rested inside, she looked up at him.
Lara brought her hands to his back and pressed him down against her, pushing his throbbing cock deep inside.
He was trying not to go to fast. He wanted to give her what she needed and follow all the things he knew about women. But buried deep inside her like that, it was hard to think of much else.
Magnus looked down at her to make sure she wasn’t hurting in some way. Her breaths came in short bursts against his chest.
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
Lara shifted her legs, wrapping one around him and pulling him in even further.
She pulled his head down to her mouth and placed it on his ear.
“It would feel even better if you’d move,” she whispered.
Something snapped inside. Instinct or nature or God, whatever it was, kicked in, and he moved his hips in a quick motion.
Lara dug her nails into his back, which only pushed him along.
He slapped against her in hard, short moves. She moaned in his ear.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Magnus. Fuck me.”
Her dirty words made him move faster. He could feel it well up in his balls as they continued to slap against her.
It wasn’t enough. He needed to be deeper inside her.
Magnus sat up, his cock still buried deep and stared down at were their bodies joined. Her wet pussy was wrapped around his thick, dark cock. He felt his dick stretch.
Lara brought her fingers there and rubbed along his cock and then her hard clit. He could feel her insides squeeze as she continued to rub.
“Fuck me,” she moaned.
Lara arched her back. Her hard nipples pointing off her large breasts. He loved the way she looked. Wanting. Needing. And all just for him.
Magnus felt the rumble in his chest as he lifted her ass to meet his thrusts, pushing himself deep inside with each move. He could feel her center as it quivered against his time, sucking on him as he met it each time.
He sped up. Her fingers continued to work her clit, pushing down to run her fingers over his dick as it moved inside her, her touch only pushing him on more.
She went over first. Her walls squeezed him as she gripped the sheets in her fists.
In one final thrust, he went as deep as he could and pumped his release inside her. His body shook as he leaned over her, still deep inside. Everything was spent on just trying to not crush her. Lara wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down for a final kiss.
Magnus rolled of her and pulled her warm body next to his. He ran his hands across her body. He just wanted to keep the connection with the woman he’d claimed as his own.
She snuggled against his chest and kissed the spot there.
“Goodnight, Magnus,” she whispered.
He wrapped another around her and kissed the top of her head.
“Goodnight.”