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Chapter Six

 

At the first brush of his mouth against hers, Caroline melted against him. She'd been nervous when she arrived, but thankfully the cocktails had relaxed her. She wasn't exactly a  virgin, but somehow this felt like uncharted territory to her.

Magnus quickly escalated the kiss, sweeping his tongue across her lips until she parted them. His fingers threaded in her hair as he began to plunder her mouth, no longer holding back. Her arousal slowly hummed to life.

She moaned against his mouth, her hands clutching at his t-shirt as the kiss raged out of control. Where his kisses had been sensual and restrained before, these had a slight edge to them.   He seemed to be reminding her with every nibble of his teeth, every sweep of his tongue, that underneath all of that dry wit, he was still a hot-blooded male.

The press of his hand against her upper back felt like a brand against her skin. He had barely touched her but she felt ready to burst into flames. Caroline hadn't ever felt so utterly possessed by a kiss before.

By the time that Magnus backed away, they were both panting for air. He gently rested his forehead against her bare shoulder. “Let's see about that tour,” he commented, slightly winded.

“Only if it ends in your bedroom,” she answered, all previous signs of nerves gone. Caroline had never wanted anyone like she wanted Magnus. And tonight, she would have him.

She felt him freeze against her shoulder, and then lift his head. His eyes blazing, he said, “This is the kitchen.”

She grinned and said, “It's a lovely kitchen.” When he whirled her around, wrapping his arms around her hips, she moaned at the feel of his erection against her lower back.

He gently propelled her toward the semi-dark hallway and continued, “The dining room and living room.”

She barely gave it a glance, then nodded. “Very stylishly decorated.”

He leaned down, grazing his mouth against her shoulder, his stubble dragging across her skin lightly. “Down the hall.”

She guided them toward the dark hallway as his mouth roamed the bare skin of her shoulder and neck. Thank god she had gone with the halter dress because his mouth felt like pure heaven against her skin. She didn't bother to hold back the soft groan when he nipped at her neck.

When they reached the entrance of the hallway, his hand slapped out blindly at the wall until light flooded the previously dark space. Caroline was surprised to see that there were several rooms. She turned curiously toward the first one.

Raising his lips from her shoulder, he said, “The library. I'll be sure to clear a shelf for those encyclopedias you brought.”

In spite of the fact she was ready to crawl all over him, she laughed. “Do you really have enough books to call it a library?”

Magnus responded by pushing the door open. Even in the dim light, she could make out wall-to-wall shelves.

“Holy shit,” she murmured as she continued to take it all in. “This is an amazing amount of books for one person to own!”

Magnus was silent, fully intent on tracing his tongue along the shell of her ear. “Christ, Caroline. Your skin is so soft,” he murmured.

Caroline shivered as his hand trailed up her rib cage to cup her breast. When he began to gently rub his thumb across her nipple, it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned, barely able to maintain focus as he steered out of the room and down the hallway.

Her breath caught in her throat when he groaned, “I can't wait anymore, Caroline. I've got to taste you.”

A wave of arousal washed over her at his words. “Oh god. Yes.”

Magnus spun her around to face him, his mouth crashing down on hers. Their tongues dueled. Lost in the kiss, she barely even registered they were moving until she felt her back pressed against the cool wall.

“Lovely as it is, this dress needs to go,” he bit out, his hands moving behind her to undo the zipper in the
back
.

Caroline reached up, her hands shaking with need, to unknot the halter-top. When the strings that held the top up drifted down to her shoulders, Magnus gently pulled the dress down her body. Instead of quickly getting rid of the item, he placed a trail of soft kisses over every inch of skin as he slowly revealed it.

His mouth lingered on the small tattoo she had on her breast, his tongue tracing over the primitive shapes until she nearly lost her mind. The slow, damp circles that his tongue swirled against the tops of each breast left her aching with need. “Please,” she begged.

“Patience,” he chided. “I've wanted to taste you since the moment you told me off that first night in the kitchen. I'm going to take my time. I'm going to draw this out. I don't just want you content to be in my bed, love. I want you to need it like your next breath. I won't stop until you do.”

She moaned, seduced by his words alone. Christ. At this rate, she would be begging him for it in no time. She knew she was already embarrassingly wet.

He worked his way down her body, his hands gently exploring her, until he finally pushed the dress over her hips and down to the ground. She saw his gaze rake over her from where he knelt in front of her. He reached up, tracing a finger around the elastic waistband of her panties. “You're even more beautiful than I imagined.”

Her breathing shallow, she asked, “Did you imagine?”

“Yes. Quite vividly,” he admitted, grinning. Then, reaching up haphazardly, he tugged the cups of her bra down under her breasts. “Caroline,” he whispered reverently, rising slightly.

Before she was able to react, his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. She cried out when he drew the tight bud deep into his hot, wet mouth. Arousal shot through her with every  swipe of his tongue. Arching her back, she reached behind her to fumble at the catch of her bra.

Once her bra fell to the ground, Caroline tunneled her fingers into his shaggy hair and held him firmly against her. At the slight nip of his teeth against her sensitized flesh, she tightened her grip on his hair and moaned, “Magnus!”

He released her swollen nipple with a pop and slowly worked his way down her body leaving a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses in his wake. When his mouth drifted over the soft skin of her belly, she had to lean back against the wall for support. He was systematically nibbling his way downward, inch by devastating inch, and it was driving her insane.

When his mouth finally reached the elastic band of her panties, he looked up at her. His eyes cloudy with desire, he asked, “May I?”

A broken laugh spilled from her lips as she said, “Please do!”

Magnus managed a smug grin even in spite of the fact the sexual tension was palpable.  “Patience, love,” he reminded her. His hands slid up her thighs until his thumbs brushed against the tops of her thighs. He must've felt the moisture there, because she could see his eyes dilate with lust.

“Please,” she moaned. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy involuntarily clenched, desperate to be filled. Now wasn't the time for patience.

He stroked his fingertips along her slit through her soaked panties. When she whimpered involuntarily, he murmured, “Oh, you're in a bad way, aren't you?”

“Oh god, please stop teasing,” Caroline groaned when his hands drifted  up to the waistband of her panties and then paused.

In response he pulled her panties down her legs and then helped her step out of them. “Put your leg over my shoulder,” he commanded, his warm breath wafting across her throbbing cunt.

When she complied, he leaned in and began to lap at the juices trickling down her thighs. “Christ, love. You taste so good.”

Her legs shaking she begged, “Magnus, please. Stop licking my thighs and start licking my pussy. I'm going insane.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face between her thighs. He used his fingers to part her labia, then licked from opening to clit and back again.

Caroline shuddered against him, when he moved a hand down between her thighs. She cried out as he slid two fingers into her tight channel. He had barely even touched her, and she could already feel that familiar tightening low in her belly.

Magnus curled his fingers slightly and massaged her from the inside as he flicked his tongue against her clit. She could no longer hold back the involuntary whimpers as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. The combination of his tongue and fingers was driving her to insanity.

He seemed to realize that she was on the verge of coming, because he groaned in what she assumed was pleasure. Then he redoubled his efforts. Using the flat of his tongue, Magnus licked slow, firm strokes right across her aching clit.

“Oh god,” she cried. “Just like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop!”

He kept the same steady rhythm and began rubbing his fingers directly over her g-spot with each pass. The sensation was enough to bring her right to the edge but not quite enough to push her over. Perhaps sensing it, he sucked her clit into his mouth flicked the tip of his tongue against it rapidly.

The orgasm that was slowly building suddenly hit her like an avalanche. She felt her whole body begin to pulse as she shattered to pieces. Her knee buckled as she began grinding herself against his face in release. “Fuck,” she cried out as the tension stretched on.

Magnus quickly reached up with his free hand to steady her as she began to shake. He gentled the strokes of his tongue until she finally stilled, slumping against the wall. “Holy shit, Magnus,” she panted.

He wiped the evidence of her arousal from his face with the back of his hand and then gently shifted her leg from his shoulder. When she swayed, he scooped her up and carried her to the dark room at the end of the hall. “This,” he explained, turning on the light, “is the bedroom.”

Caroline couldn't help her satisfied grin when she said, “I thoroughly enjoyed the tour. I had no idea it would be so hands on, though.”

“Oh, I think you might have had some idea. I seem to recall someone telling me to lick her pussy a few moments ago in the hall. At the very least, I had to comply with your request.” Saying so, he deposited her gently on the bed.

“That sounds familiar,” she conceded. She watched as his eyes roamed over her naked form. Slightly uncomfortable, she mentioned, “You're very clothed, still. That seems a little unfair.”

Magnus grinned, then reached down to grab the hem of his shirt. Tugging it over his head, he asked, “Better?”

Caroline shook her head and then gestured to the jeans. “Lovely as the rest of your clothes are, they need to go,” she said, mimicking his earlier words.

“All of it, then?” he asked, smirking as he undid his belt.

Caroline scooted back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. “All of it,” she confirmed. She watched in undisguised pleasure as he stripped out of his remaining clothes.

When he shed his boxer briefs, his thick cock sprang upward until it lay rigid against his belly. “Is this more fair, then?”

She lost the thread of conversation completely for a moment as she took him in. His pale, sculpted chest was lightly furred, down to one of the most incredible sets of abs she'd ever seen. The contrast of his brightly colored tattoos against his pale flesh made them all the more striking. Eventually she managed, “Your body is perfect. If I would have known what you were hiding under your clothes, I might have gotten you naked earlier.”

“Same goes, love,” he admitted, sliding on to the bed.

Caroline eyed him skeptically. “I'm already in bed with you. There's no reason to pretend I've got the ideal body type.”

“Whatever you may think of yourself aside, love, my cock hasn't been soft around you since you kissed my cheek that first night. You're a lush, curvy woman. You've got the type of body that men dream about and want to press themselves up against.  You have beautiful, full breasts. Round hips. Something to hold onto. No matter what your magazines tell you, most men don't want to fuck a woman they're afraid they'll break in half. I certainly don't.”

She felt an unfamiliar tightening in her chest. Rather than address it, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his. Thankfully, he seemed more than willing to forgo any further conversation. Instead one hand threaded into her hair, holding her mouth in place while the other stroked at the thigh she'd slung over his hip in a bid to get closer to him.

“Mm,” he moaned against her lips, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers.

Caroline traced her fingers over the hard ridges of muscle in his chest. As she worked her hand downward, she felt the muscles of his abdomen contract under her touch. When she finally reached his cock, she gripped it firmly in her palm and began to stroke it from root to tip.

“Oh Christ,” he said, breaking his mouth away from hers.

She shifted slightly, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck. He seemed content to let her explore his body, so she began to let her mouth roam freely over his throat. Eventually he stopped her with a groan.

“Love,” he ground out in warning. “If you go any further I'm going to explode.”

Caroline grinned and shushed him. “Just lie back and think of England,” she teased.

His movements were lightning fast. Before she could even blink she found herself on her back with her hands pinned over her head, his mouth ravaging hers. She could still taste herself on his lips. She was utterly helpless underneath him.

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