began to scoot toward the foot of the bed, taking her with him. The movement caused friction between them, and sent shafts of pleasure through them both, reawakening his once again flagging erection. Magnus could only think that was a good thing, but ground his teeth against it, determined she should see her back, and not wanting to have to stop until he got there.
Pausing once he reached the end of the bed and sat with his feet on the ground, he wrapped one arm around her to help keep her in place and then stood, ordering, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Allie did as instructed and they both groaned as he started to walk. Fortunately, the dresser was only a few steps away. If he’d had to carry her like that to the bathroom, Magnus had no doubt they would not have made it. The pleasure would have overwhelmed them, leaving them passed out on the carpet halfway to the bathroom door.
Setting her behind on the dresser, Magnus pressed himself deeper into her, fighting the urge to withdraw and push in again, and said through gritted teeth, “Look.”
Fifteen
It took Allie a moment to look. Not because she didn’t want to see, but because her body was presently humming with desire, and she really wanted to claw his ass and urge him to finish this torture. Dear God, the ups and downs of trying to keep him erect inside her without pushing past the point of no return was like a roller coaster ride.
Sighing, she rested her forehead briefly on his chest as she took a couple of deep breaths, and then raised her head and turned to peer at their reflection in the mirror.
Allie’s eyes widened at the expanse of pure, unblemished skin she saw. The scars she’d carried for nearly twenty years were gone. At least her outer scars, she thought, and stared at herself, and then her gaze slid to Magnus. He had done this for her. His turning her had removed the marks she’d hidden for all these years.
Turning abruptly, she leaned up and kissed him, the action raising her slightly on his shaft. Magnus groaned in response and kissed her back, his mouth hard and almost rough. Allie liked it. It turned her on, and she scraped her nails across his scalp, pressed closer against his chest, and sucked hard on his tongue as she shifted her hips, urging him to move. Much to her relief, Magnus thrust into her hard, closing the space she’d made, and they gasped into each other’s mouths at the pleasure that brought them. But then Magnus broke their kiss and caught her hips to hold her still.
“Christ, woman,” he muttered, leaning his forehead against hers, and then he turned it slightly from side to side. “We cannot.”
Allie didn’t say anything, she just clung to him and tried to catch her breath.
After a moment, he cleared his throat and prompted, “What did your mother tell you as she cleaned your wounds?”
Allie sighed, and forced herself to relax her hold on him. After a moment, she was able to pick up where she’d left off. “Mother knew about doctors and all the wonders I’d seen at Bethany’s. She was raised Catholic, and lived that life before she met and fell in love with my father. She said that when I was old enough I should leave and seek that life too. But for now, my father was in charge and his belief in God was strict and hard, but beautiful and pure. He’d assured her that Jilly would get better if they prayed hard enough and she believed him. God surely wouldn’t take such a precious little girl from us.”
Allie closed her eyes. “Jilly died two days later. By then I was feverish and terribly sick.”
“Your wounds were infected?” Magnus asked, pulling back slightly.
Allie raised her head and nodded. “My back.”
He ran one hand soothingly over her back now, and she smiled faintly before continuing.
“Mother was beside herself with grief and hysteria over both my infection and Jilly’s death. She shrieked that father had lied—God had taken her baby, and He was going to take me too.” She grimaced and leaned her head against him again. “I really was very sick. Even I thought I was going to die.”
“And that’s when she took you to the doctor,” Magnus guessed, the words a rumble that she could feel in his chest.
Allie shook her head against him. “That’s when she hung herself.”