Bite Me

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.