covering his pecs and back. I wanted to see all of them—the ones I’d dreamed about for the past several months and the ones I had yet to see. Bare chest to bare chest, we groaned as we came together. Our tongues sent flames through to one another’s hearts. I felt him chuckle with delight at the strength of my desire.
He went for my panties, slipping his fingers under the waistband. I opened my eyes and sucked in a breath. We were glowing. Light poured out from us, brightening the room as if the sun had risen to midday eight hours early.
He slid off my panties, keeping his eyes locked on mine, reassuring me against the panic just waiting to flare again. His fingers tickled in slow caresses along the outside of my leg. He kicked off his pants and lay over me, using his thick arms to lift his upper body while his lower half still remained just a hairbreadth from touching me.
I wanted nothing to ruin this moment. But there was something he needed to know.
I always fought them off
, I thought quickly.
As hard as my brothers and Father’s guards tried, as many times as they came after me, I never let them have me. Not completely.
I let down my mental walls only a peek. Just enough to show him what was only fair for him to know.
His gaze traveled over me with gentle eyes. Glowing, radiating power. He looked more like a fallen angel than ever before. Softly, he smoothed a hand down my hair.
“I want you, Mag. That no one else has ever had you only makes me want you more.” He brushed his face against mine, nuzzling, breathing me in. “Tell me what to do, Mag. Show me what you want me to do here.” His mouth was on mine again. Energy hummed inside me, through me. So warm, so powerful. How much more would it be if we were joined completely?
I pulled back. Holding his gaze, I ran my hands along the length of one of his tattoos, moving from his strong biceps down to his wrist. Then I guided his hands around to my back, sliding his fingers to squeeze my bare ass. His lips covered mine with a demand that stole my breath. I knew that this moment would change everything.
Then my alarm clock blared like a foghorn in the night.
I jumped as he growled and kicked my clock against the wall. He came back to my throat, nipping, sucking, making me ache. I pushed back on his shoulders. “Theo. Theo, wait. We have to stop.”
He growled again. “Like hell we have to stop.”
As if proving his point, he gripped my ass tighter and pulled me onto his lap. I gasped as, for the first time, I felt his naked body under me. I threw my head back in response. The glow surrounding us surged brighter, nearly blinding as he guided my movements over him, rubbing me perfectly along his length, bringing me higher, tighter.
From the floor the alarm blared again.
“What the fuck!” he snarled and threw the book I’d been reading the night before at the clock, silencing it with a sad, broken whine. I struggled for breath and put my hands on his chest to hold him back.
“No. I mean it—we have to stop. I have to go. I have to be at the airport in like an hour and a half.”
His hands were on my breasts, kneading, teasing. He watched my lips. “We don’t have a meeting at the airport. We don’t have a meeting at all today. All we have to do is stay right here.” He leaned forward toward my neck once more, but this time I held him back. It took nearly everything I had.
“Theo, I mean it. I don’t want to rush this. It’s too important. But I have to go.”
We were both breathing heavy, but my words finally sank in. He paused and narrowed his eyes. “Why are you going to the airport? Where are you going?”
A flash of panic shot through him, and his mental walls wavered. All the frustration and confusion he’d felt when I’d left before would be nothing compared to his devastation if I left him again.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said quickly, cupping his face in my hands. “I’m here to stay, Theo. I swear it.”
He
He went for my panties, slipping his fingers under the waistband. I opened my eyes and sucked in a breath. We were glowing. Light poured out from us, brightening the room as if the sun had risen to midday eight hours early.
He slid off my panties, keeping his eyes locked on mine, reassuring me against the panic just waiting to flare again. His fingers tickled in slow caresses along the outside of my leg. He kicked off his pants and lay over me, using his thick arms to lift his upper body while his lower half still remained just a hairbreadth from touching me.
I wanted nothing to ruin this moment. But there was something he needed to know.
I always fought them off
, I thought quickly.
As hard as my brothers and Father’s guards tried, as many times as they came after me, I never let them have me. Not completely.
I let down my mental walls only a peek. Just enough to show him what was only fair for him to know.
His gaze traveled over me with gentle eyes. Glowing, radiating power. He looked more like a fallen angel than ever before. Softly, he smoothed a hand down my hair.
“I want you, Mag. That no one else has ever had you only makes me want you more.” He brushed his face against mine, nuzzling, breathing me in. “Tell me what to do, Mag. Show me what you want me to do here.” His mouth was on mine again. Energy hummed inside me, through me. So warm, so powerful. How much more would it be if we were joined completely?
I pulled back. Holding his gaze, I ran my hands along the length of one of his tattoos, moving from his strong biceps down to his wrist. Then I guided his hands around to my back, sliding his fingers to squeeze my bare ass. His lips covered mine with a demand that stole my breath. I knew that this moment would change everything.
Then my alarm clock blared like a foghorn in the night.
I jumped as he growled and kicked my clock against the wall. He came back to my throat, nipping, sucking, making me ache. I pushed back on his shoulders. “Theo. Theo, wait. We have to stop.”
He growled again. “Like hell we have to stop.”
As if proving his point, he gripped my ass tighter and pulled me onto his lap. I gasped as, for the first time, I felt his naked body under me. I threw my head back in response. The glow surrounding us surged brighter, nearly blinding as he guided my movements over him, rubbing me perfectly along his length, bringing me higher, tighter.
From the floor the alarm blared again.
“What the fuck!” he snarled and threw the book I’d been reading the night before at the clock, silencing it with a sad, broken whine. I struggled for breath and put my hands on his chest to hold him back.
“No. I mean it—we have to stop. I have to go. I have to be at the airport in like an hour and a half.”
His hands were on my breasts, kneading, teasing. He watched my lips. “We don’t have a meeting at the airport. We don’t have a meeting at all today. All we have to do is stay right here.” He leaned forward toward my neck once more, but this time I held him back. It took nearly everything I had.
“Theo, I mean it. I don’t want to rush this. It’s too important. But I have to go.”
We were both breathing heavy, but my words finally sank in. He paused and narrowed his eyes. “Why are you going to the airport? Where are you going?”
A flash of panic shot through him, and his mental walls wavered. All the frustration and confusion he’d felt when I’d left before would be nothing compared to his devastation if I left him again.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said quickly, cupping his face in my hands. “I’m here to stay, Theo. I swear it.”
He
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