“I want this.” She pressed her smile against my lips and teasingly wriggled her ass. “I’m ready.”
My heart sounded like rushing water in my ears. Oh fuck. I might die.
Shaking from head to toe, I started to move. With my body mounted over hers and my chin on her shoulder, we locked gazes in the mirror.
“Take it, filthy girl.” I worked in and out of her with measured slowness, grunting, overheating. It felt so fucking good it hurt. “Take my cock. That’s it. I’m fucking that ass, baby. Goddamn, you’re squeezing me to death.”
“So much pressure.” She covered her hand over mine between her legs, touching herself as I circled her clit. “It’s indescribable.”
“Good indescribable?”
She nodded rapidly and gasped my name with each plunge. We were so messy, so unbelievably drenched, that we slapped and slid together.
“Faster.” She braced her feet farther apart and pushed back against me. “Harder.”
I went up in flames, my libido firing with her eagerness. Seeing the lust etched on her face and knowing she was into this was the ultimate arousal. Because I was so into fucking her, my need to be inside her a constant, urgent demand.
So I surrendered to it, letting my hips go in a feral unleashing, hammering, pounding, taking it all. I took everything. She was my everything.
“Fucking hell, take my cock.” I gripped her waist and pressed my thumbs against the dimples in her lower back, holding her in place. “Feels so goddamn good. Fuck it like it’s all you need. That’s it. Fuck, yeah.” I groaned, mindless with pleasure, and bit her shoulder. “You make me crazy. I can’t go an hour without fucking you.”
Our joined reflection was insanely erotic, writhing and frenzied. She looked like an X-rated angel high on ecstasy, our bodies moving as one, as animalistic sounds clawed from my throat.
The pleasure between my legs was unparalleled. I had half a mind to tie her to the bed and never let her leave. Her wetness covered my lowered body, and I wanted to rub it in and never wash it off.
I had a serious addiction to this woman.
I was addicted to giving her pleasure. Addicted to her kisses and the way they stole my sanity. Addicted to the gleam in her heavy-lidded eyes as I kissed along her neck. Addicted to her hungry little sounds as I fucked her toward another orgasm.
But even without the sex, I was addicted to her. I felt unhinged and wonderfully balanced. All I wanted was her.
I picked up my pace, moving with urgency. Faster, feverish thrusting. My dizzying thoughts distorted my control. It was too much pleasure, and she felt it, too. One of her hands moved from the counter to clasp my butt, her nails biting into my flesh, her cries loud and explosive.
It only spurred me harder.
“You sound so fucking sexy taking it in the ass.” With my lips at her ear, I nipped at her earlobe. “You love it dirty and hard in any hole you can get it.”
“Only with you, Magnus.” She gulped, trembling, holding my gaze in the mirror. “Only you.”
She came with a shrieking shudder that shook her tiny body. I pushed deep into her ass and pinned her to the sink, choking, heaving, and filling her with so much come I thought I would pass out.
I wanted it dripping out of her, puddling on the floor, and coating her gorgeous legs. Then I wanted to take her again.
“I’m dead.” She collapsed onto the counter, laughing.
I dropped my mouth to her spine, softly kissing as I eased from her body. The loss of intimacy was too much, so I hauled her up and pulled her chest to mine, joining our lips.
“You’re going to let me sleep now, right?” She encircled her arms around my neck.
“I have endless orgasms to give you.” I lifted her and carried her toward the shower. “You’re going to get them in every room of the house, on every flat surface. Then we’ll move on to the hundred acres outside.”
“Oh my God.” She moaned.
“Did I hurt you?” I set her on the seat in the shower stall, inspecting her flushed body. “I fucked you like an animal. Was I too—?”
“You’re perfect.” She lifted her pleasure-soaked smile to my mouth, kissing me lazily. “I love… I loved it.”
“Good. Because I’m going to live between your legs.”
I washed her. I loved her with kisses. Then I carried her back to bed and loved her with my body again and again and again.
I’d broken my vows and taken the virginity of my student. The youngest daughter of the Constantines. My day of reckoning would come. Until then, I would take profuse, unholy pleasure in the sin.
CHAPTER 33
MAGNUS
Hiking with Tinsley in the mountains became one of the greatest pleasures of my life.
The hours we spent on the trails weren’t about the destination. That time together was about bonding and learning and appreciating each other. It was about arguing and laughing and kissing.