Kaya
I move slowly at first, letting him glide through my wetness, easing myself up and down, rocking back and forth. Every shift, every angle, I test how he feels best inside me, while his fingers keep circling my clit, driving me wetter, hotter, needier with each touch.
"This feels—"
"You feel," Magnus cuts in, his voice raw, stifling a growl. "Fucking perfect, Moonlight."
Yes. Exactly that. Fucking perfect. Everything about us is fucking perfect.
My hips roll, grinding down against him, into him, and every nerve ending in my body flares to life like torchlamps. Heat floods me, dizzying and consuming, until I'm certain I'll catch fire if he pushes me any further.
And still, it isn't enough. I crave more. My bodybegs for more.
"I want something different," I demand, breathless, and Magnus reacts as if he's read my mind. In a blur, he flips me beneath him, the sudden shift so effortless it makes my stomach flip with exhilaration.
