She leaned to his mouth, inch by excruciating inch, knowing as soon as she made contact, there would be no turning back. He held himself taut, breathing as deeply as she. Their lips touched, mouths open in anticipation. Harper dragged her hands to his face, hiding the sweetness of their kiss from the world, and maybe herself.
Magnus’s arms coiled around her back, holding her as firmly as the wall had. His hands splayed hot on her shoulders. She nestled her mouth, moving it this way and that, against his, relishing the feel. Firm and supple at the same time. Tender and harsh. Her tongue slipped inside, tasting.
One hand abandoned her while the other coasted to her bottom. She heard the swoosh of leather, the rasp of a zipper. A foil wrapper came next. Yet, his gaze remained absorbed on her. He sat on the narrow ledge, supporting them with his powerful legs. Without a word, he dragged her panties to the side, and positioned the thick head of his cock at the cleft of her slick channel.
When he eased her deliberately onto his shaft, Harper broke the kiss. She moaned as he filled her to the boundary of pleasure and pain.
His hands left her bottom and dove into her hair, framing her face. He nibbled her lower lip and breathed her deep. “God, Harper, touch me.”
The pleading in his voice had her holding his face tighter and pulling him closer, though there was no part of her not touching him. Their mouths mated until her lips stung, and her body craved everything he had to offer. Slowly she leaned back, holding his gaze as her hands dropped to his buttons. Each loosened fastener revealed more slabs of muscle under snug skin that she explored with the sight of her fingers.
She tugged the shirt off his shoulders and clamped onto the bulging cords. One steady rock of her hips built onto another. Magnus held her face close, stripping her bare with his gaze—to her very soul—while she loved him with her body. There were no tricks of a seasoned pro seducing a woman. She’d seen them, knew he had them. But on the balcony in sight of a tiny chunk of Manhattan, only the two of them existed.
Harper arched. The position rubbed her breasts and clit against his hard body. An orgasm shook her from the inside out. She came with short pants and quiet mews. When the climax rose too high, her lids clamped shut and her body bowed.
Magnus attacked her neck with fierce kisses and scrapes of his teeth. He squeezed the globes of her ass in his hands, guiding her up and down his engorged penis. On the fourth stroke, his nails skewered her skin.
Harper’s gaze found his as he pulsed his release deep inside. His jaw strained and every muscle in his body coiled, but he didn’t look away. Those vibrant blue eyes bore into her dark ones, just as they had in the bathroom.
He snugged a hand over hers, atop his strumming heart, and filled his lungs. Neither of them moved or said a word. Only held the moment as furiously as they could. When their breaths evened, he leaned forward and nibbled her collarbone while he shredded the rest of the most expensive garment she owned.
A giggle slipped from her lips as he tossed the spent material through the window. The laughter died the moment he lifted her heavy breasts to his mouth, basking each in eager praise.
His agile fingers dipped lower, slipping and swirling around her sensitive folds. “Kiss me and come for me, but don’t let me go.”
Hips rolling, she rode his still-rigid girth and trained hand. He stroked her little nub in the pinch of his thumb and forefinger. His other hand toyed with her distended nipple, while his lips roamed her chest.
A heat wave more fearsome than any a city dweller had ever seen engulfed her. Flames danced behind her lids. Harper held tight to the dangerous spark, hugging him with every bit of strength her shaky body possessed. The strong, predatory swindler buried his face in her tresses, clasping her just as intensely.
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M agnus blinked in the morning
Richard Erdoes, Alfonso Ortiz