Chapter 13 #2
“Magnus,” she breathed. His head lifted to look her in the eye, his entire being stilled by the hunger and lust burning in them and the flushed color on her cheeks. “Do you still mean it? That you won’t… take me… until I beg?”
His heart fluttered in a weird way, half in excitement and half in worry.
Had he gotten carried away?
Was she thinking he was going too fast?
“All ye have to do is ask,” he said quietly. “I won’t do anything more until ye ask.”
She nodded and looked at him with a bit of nervous energy around her. “Then… Consider this as me asking.”
All the worry melted into the background of his mind and his lips found hers, devouring her mouth with his own.
Slowly, his fingers found the ties of her bodice and began loosening them.
His movements were controlled and intentional, letting her change her mind at any moment.
Even though she had asked, he knew things were emotional and he didn’t want her to feel pressured.
Her body curved into his, moaning under his kiss, and all of it flooded his veins with indescribable want.
Peeling back the fabric of her bodice and dress, Magnus propped himself up more to peer down at her form.
She was all softness, curves, and milky skin that he couldn’t seem to stop tracing every inch of with his eyes.
There were scars peppered over the otherwise flawless skin, telling a story of survival and strength without her having to say a single word.
It only made his admiration and desire grow.
A woman as strong as him, one that could not only handle him, but would challenge him right back… It was an intoxicating feeling.
“Ye’re beautiful, Hannah,” he murmured before lowering his mouth to her neck.
Her soft hands clutched the strands of hair on the back of his head, urging him to continue his raining affection.
Magnus obliged, working his mouth lower, savoring the sweet taste of her skin as his lips and tongue moved over her collarbone.
The little gasps of hers that filled the air between them were the most enchanting sounds that Magnus had ever heard.
As his mouth moved to her breasts, his hand slipped between her legs.
A groan passed his lips as he felt her slick with anticipation.
It was almost enough to drive him mad, to make him want to simply take.
A woman like Hannah, at moments like this, made him feel more beast than man—and it made it taxing to remain in control of himself.
Positioning his face between her legs, he kissed her core. Hannah gasped loudly and her fingers in his hair trembled slightly. “What are you doing?” she asked in panted breaths.
“Getting ye ready to have me,” he purred, kissing the inside of her thigh. And then, he devoured her like she was his last meal on earth.
Magnus’s tongue moved rhythmically along the seams and ridges that made up the most intimate part of her body.
He sucked at the rosebud of her being and relished in the way it made her hips squirm and buck toward him.
His tongue rubbed tight little circles into its surface as his fingers pressed into her heat.
Flicking his gaze up at her, he drank in the sight of his wife with her eyes closed, head pressed back, arms extended to rake through his hair, and pale skin turned pink from arousal.
It was the most divine sight he had ever witnessed.
He watched her as his hand moved in harmony with his mouth, and he didn’t let up even as her thighs involuntarily squeezed the sides of his face.
The muscles within them were trembling and it made his movements almost desperate.
Knowing she was close to release already fanned the flames of his carnal fire.
“Magnus,” she groaned.
Just as he thought he couldn’t wait any longer, Hannah’s body rolled like stormy seas with the intensity of her climax, her hips thrusting into his face like waves against a ship, ready to swallow it whole.
She was still moaning and twitching when Magnus moved up her body again, crashing his mouth against hers as he worked to undress himself.
Once he was naked, all skin and muscles on display, he took hold of her thighs and guided them to his sides.
Hannah’s lips moved against his and her hands slid behind him, gently scratching at the skin of his lower back—urging him on.
A dark chuckle escaped him as he realized she was still hungry for more.
“Greedy thing,” he murmured into their kiss.
He pressed into her at last and his body went rigid for a moment, the sensation overwhelming from the heat and closeness.
Hannah’s body tensed as well and he peered down into her eyes to make sure she was okay.
There was a flicker of discomfort in her expression, but not pain.
And he held her gaze as he slowly moved deeper into her.
Her legs tightened around him and her breath was ragged, but she looked hungry.
“Tell me if ye need me to stop. Understand?” he whispered, one hand stroking her jaw.
She nodded and kissed him hard—and that was all the permission he needed to keep going. Magnus’s hips gently rocked against hers, each movement fluid and rounded instead of the sharp, merciless rhythm that his body screamed for. He was going to do right by his wife, no matter his own selfish needs.
Soon, her moans returned and her body relaxed against his.
Magnus moved her legs higher, wrapping them around his waist as he pressed deeper than before.
When she moaned louder, it made him dizzy from his barely controlled impulses.
Magnus dipped his head to her neck again, sucking and kissing along its length as he kept his gentle rhythm.
“Keep going, Magnus,” she murmured, her hand pressing hard against his lower back. It made his self-restraint shatter.
His thrusts grew needy and savage all at once, his hands pressing to the backs of her thighs to angle her better for his access.
He bit down on her shoulder as he pounded into her.
Hannah’s nails dug into the backs of his shoulders and her body arched into his while her core tightened around him.
Magnus was lightheaded from the sensation of her, and his ability to keep going was wavering with every motion of his hips.
Hannah’s body tightened and rolled into his in fitful little movements that sent him right over the edge.
With one final thrust, he spilled into her as his breathing grew ragged and shallow.
His head dropped to the mattress next to hers, his body slack as it hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure.
He could feel her fingertips trace the muscles of his back and he sighed at the tender touch.
This moment of closeness, no longer clouded by hormones and unbridled desire, was far more intimate than he had ever foreseen for the two of them.
Eventually, they maneuvered on the bed to lie back against the pillows, under the blankets, with Hannah curled into his chest and her gentle touch continuing with random shapes on his chest. It was the most soothing thing he had ever experienced, his body humming with relaxation at her touch.
“I never thought I would marry,” he confessed softly, his eyes opening to glance down at her. She looked up to him and as he held her pale blue gaze, he continued. “But I’m glad it was ye, Hannah.”
Her hand reached and stroked his cheek, their eyes never shifting from each other’s. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “For staying today. And… for being the one to save me.”
Magnus’s heart clenched at her words in a way he couldn’t understand, but in a way that felt… good. His grip on her tightened and he pressed a firm kiss to the top of her head.
A silent vow that he would always stay and he would always save her.