Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
In reality, he had been a little rougher than he had intended - this was not, at all, how he'd imagined touching the beautiful shapeshifter while downstairs negociating with Maia. But the way she'd called him Master... It had snapped leashes rarely strained.
But the fuses were already flipping back, the momentary darkness fading away under the delicious, serpentine writhe of her body, the impossibly sweet tremble in her voice. Realisation, and recognition, flared in his eyes, and he grinned at her, wickedly playful. "Oh, darling," he murmured, his voice husky with hunger as he loosened his hold on her neck. "That - that, my treasure, I can certainly do."
Without another word both his hands flew to her jaw, cradling her face in his palms as he kissed her with all his centuries of experience - his tongue teased the seam of her lips, licking into her mouth as his fingers slid up into her hair. He dipped into her over and over, long and slow and lazy, heated, hungry - every second drawing the thick golden tension tighter and tighter between them, until he thought he might burn both their outfits to ashes because undressing would take too long.
"I'm tempted to just shove up your skirt," he murmured lowly against her lips, his voice rough. "Undo my trousers, and have you ride me. But I'd curse myself later if I don't see you naked tonight." He nipped her lip, his hands sliding hungrily down her neck, her arms, over her breasts. He drew his nail over her nipple, smirking. "Undress for me, Rajani," he ordered, pulling away from her and shucking his jacket, settling on his side on the bed as he loosened his shirt collar. "Standing. I want to see every inch of you."