eyes these pinpricks I can’t ignore.
I don’t even have a prayer.
My hips lift up with his before he crashes into me again, grabbing my wrists and pinning me down, the world’s most willing captive as a tidal wave release splits me in two.
This time, I’m too breathless to even scream.
And he’s intent on hammering me through it, his hips slashing harder, mashing us together so I’m absolutely full of him.
God!
My pussy convulses, coming so hard on his cock, making me a total mess of hot want and spastic ecstasy. I don’t think the O ever ends, only lightens, as he goes to work again.
This time with a mood that swings between tender kisses and delicious growls, relentless thrusts and teasing caresses.
Yeah, I’m not on Earth anymore.
He’s taken me to this dark wonderland ruled by a broody king with a staff like pure steel. A place that becomes a little more enchanted with every fierce thrust, every sweet ruin he pulls out of me, every breathless whine of his name.
“Brina,” he sighs, rooting himself in me. “I’m going to come inside you like mad. Just like I was always meant to.”
Holy hell.
My mind goes blank as his hips move again. His strokes come faster, deeper, and more deliberate, eager to claim me from the inside out.
Somehow, I hold on through several more minutes, trying to stave off coming again because I want to go off with him.
The urgency of his thrusts quicken.
Faster.
Harder.
I meet them every time.
The minutes blur, the seconds condense, and then every muscle in his body goes electric and tense as granite. I see his gorgeous face whip back, his teeth bared, a rough sound tearing out of him that may be a guttural curse—or my name.
Whatever it is, it’s the only warning I get from Magnus Heron.
He gasps and I feel him swell, fully in me, stretching me apart.
My body clenches around him.
Movement stops.
Then I’m filled to absolute perfection with dense, hot ropes of his seed.
I come with him, swallowing a scream, and everything goes white.
The feral groan he makes when he empties his essence etches on my brain, and I’m just as sure his release burns his initials inside me for life.
I wake up, far too comfortable for my lumpy bed.
After I blink several times, I realize I’m under luxurious white overstuffed linens with a full view of the Chicago skyline.
I’m so sore it makes me smile.
No earthly clue what time it is, but it’s daylight. If I’m playing stand-in CEO, I should get to work.
I glance beside me, where Mag still sleeps like a bear, his huge chest heaving softly with these growly sounds that aren’t quite snores. Good.
He needs the rest.
I wrap myself in the sheet and pull it off the bed with me so I can collect my clothes. I find my panties first on the floor near the bed.
My dress and bra? Who knows. They’re totally MIA.
We were on the window seat the last time we did it, the blinds open to the night, Mag driving into me from behind. My butt still burns pleasantly from the crisp strike of his hand as he made me come, adding this biting heat to our last release.
“Where are you going?” he asks, cracking one vivid blue eye open.
I turn to answer and realize he’s sitting up. My eyes are glued to a chiseled beast who can’t be mortal.
Sweet memories flood my mind and heat pours into my cheeks. We went hard at least seven times over the past forty-four hours, if my memory is accurate.
I’m torn between wanting him inside me again and just wanting to cuddle him.
Magnus Heron doesn’t strike me as either a morning sex fiend or cuddle bug. Though he did hold me for hours last night, after we screwed each other senseless.
That’s how we spent our New Year’s Eve, barely stopping for visiting hours with Jordan at the hospital and fixing him some food. He’s been sleeping a lot, too, whenever he’s not holed up in the sunroom with his phone, video games, and all the frozen snacks a teenager can eat.
Whatever else I expected on January second, it wasn’t waking up in the Twilight Zone.
Lucky me, this isn’t the kind where the Earth is falling into the sun or everybody has pig faces.
“Brina? Are you okay?” he asks. “You look frazzled.”
Oops. I was so busy gawking I forgot to answer.
“Holiday’s over. I should get to the office,” I say, shaking my head.
He looks from the skyline to me with a