Re: The Bar - Rajani and Magnus
Her breathing, the flutter of her pulse under his lips, the caresses of her nails on his scalp, urging him on - Magnus might not be able to smell her arousal, but she did nothing to hide it, and somehow these small signs of desire were more arousing from this beautifully poised woman than another's begging would have been.
They meant more, were harder-won, Magnus thought, as the pressure of her nails inspired him to use his teeth, grazing them over her throat. But he had every intention of making her beg, too.
Her voice fell into him like oil onto flames; he laughed against her neck, low and husky and very, very pleased. "I'm thinking," he murmured, "that there are beds not far away." The hand not in her hair slid down over her hip, skimming down to the hem of her dress - and then under it. "I'm thinking that ruining your poise and making you beg for me would be a wonderful way to spend the evening."
He nipped her earlobe, humming low in his throat as his palm stroked up her smooth thigh. "What say you, treasure?" he purred as his fingers found her clit through her panties, working and teasing her expertly, four centuries worth of experience. "Does that sound good to you?"