Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Of course, Sapphie wanted Magnus. Both physically and emotionally.

He was everything, and more, that she or any woman could ever want.

He wasn’t just as handsome as the devil, he also had that air of cool self-confidence that was sexy as hell. As if he could do anything that he set his mind to do, and do it easily. Which currently included protecting Sapphie and Angel. Proving he was also one of the kindest men she had ever met.

It was a lethal package Sapphie had been fighting against being attracted to almost from the moment she met him.

To the extent it had been almost painful to leave London yesterday, knowing she would never see Magnus again.

But she’d also known she had no choice. That she would never do anything that might result in her losing Angel. No matter how attracted she was to Magnus or how much she ached to be kissed by him again.

A possibility that she knew was now wholly possible. Here, alone with him in the gym of his apartment.

“I do,” she told him as she stepped forward to close even the small gap that remained between them before putting her hand on his chest.

He grimaced. “I’m all sweaty.”

“You are,” she agreed softly. “I never knew it before now, but I definitely seem to like you all sweaty, at least.” She leaned forward to press her lips between where the dark hair covered his pecs. “You taste delicious too.” She held his gaze with hers as she slowly licked the salty moisture from her lips before returning for another taste. “Mm,” she groaned at the pleasure now coursing hotly through her body.

“You’re playing with fire, Sapphie,” he warned through gritted teeth.

She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “I’ve always preferred the heat.”

“I’m talking about a fire so strong, it will burn you,” he bit out, hands clenched at his sides.

Sapphie tilted her head back so that she could look directly into his eyes. It really looked as if there were fires burning in the depths of his dark green eyes.

“You’ll need to take another shower,” Magnus warned when she placed both hands on the heat of his chest to grasp hold of the thick straps of his tank top over both shoulders and pull herself up enough to be able to put her lips against his.

“We can take one together. Afterward,” Sapphie murmured before kissing him again.

Softly at first, questioning, before she pressed her lips harder against his when Magnus remained so tense, he barely seemed to be breathing.

He continued to remain that way for several long seconds until Sapphie ran the tip of her tongue along the thin line of his sealed lips. Seconds later, she felt a shudder of capitulation run the length of his body and his chest expanded fully as he began to breathe again.

His strong arms encircled Sapphie’s slender waist as he lowered his head so that his parted lips could now take fierce possession of hers.

Lips that tasted. Teeth that bit. Kissing her deeper and harder, as if he couldn’t get close enough.

Magnus kissed her over and over again, and Sapphie kissed him right back. Until there was only the ragged sound of their breathing and their low moans of pleasure breaking the silence of the room.

Sapphie’s hands quickly grasped Magnus’s shoulders, her legs automatically encircling his waist when he lifted her effortlessly and carried her across the room before lowering her onto the bench seat in front of the weight machine. He knelt in front of the end of the bench.

“Don’t move.” He placed a hand on her abdomen to stop her when she tried to sit up.

She dropped down so that her back was on the leather bench and her legs were resting on the floor on either side of it. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt Magnus’s hands grip the waist of her silky shorts before pulling them down and then taking them off completely.

Leaving her bared to him from the waist down.

A fact Magnus took full advantage of as he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders before moving closer.

Sapphie was already so aroused, she knew her juices were wetting her folds, and her clit was an aching throb.

“Beautiful,” Magnus admired gruffly, his large fingers probing and then parting the lips of her pussy. “A fucking work of art,” he groaned, his breath warm against her sensitive flesh. “I could sit and look at you all day, but I’d rather do this.” This involved the heat of his mouth closing fully about Sapphie’s clit.

She barely had time to think I’ve never felt this pleasure before , quickly followed by that’s because Marco didn’t like oral sex unless it was me doing it to him . Before the moist rasp of Magnus’s tongue lashed against her clit, and she ceased to be able to think at all as she felt the erotic rasp of his beard against her sensitive flesh.

Those sensations sent her over the edge into an orgasm so long and intense, it caused her whole body to quake and bright sparks of color to explode behind her closed lids.

But it was only the first of many pleasurable climaxes.

Magnus’s tongue and fingers became remorseless after that first release, licking and arousing her again and again, his tongue and then his fingers plunging into the tightness of her channel. She gasped when those fingers located and stroked against her G-spot, sending her spiraling up into an even fiercer climax.

After that, Sapphie lost count of how many times she climaxed. She could only lie back on the leather bench and take all the ecstasy Magnus seemed so focused on giving her.

She loved every minute of it. Every kiss. Every caress. Every ounce of unselfish pleasure Magnus gave her.

She wanted to give him that same pleasure. She might not have the experience Magnus obviously did, but she hoped she wasn’t a selfish lover.

She sat up on the bench, her hands gripping his shoulders so she could push him back and see his face.

His cheeks were flushed, green eyes still fiery, and Sapphie felt the warmth of the blush on her cheeks at seeing her juices glistening on his lips and beard.

“I want to pleasure you now,” she told him huskily.

And Magnus wanted that too, more than he wanted his next breath. But he really was disgustingly sweaty, even more so after enjoying Sapphie.

Not that he regretted that in the slightest. Sapphie tasted delicious. Addictively so. Magnus knew he could happily live on her juices for the rest of his life.

“Let’s take that shower together first.” He helped her to stand up, his fingers tightening about her arm to steady her when she swayed slightly.

“Sorry.” The color deepened in her cheeks. “I— That was— I’ve never— My legs feel like they’re made of jelly,” she admitted self-derisively.

Magnus grinned. “I would consider myself to be an inconsiderate lover if they weren’t.”

“I wouldn’t know. I mean…” She broke off with a wince. “I’m okay now.” She purposefully moved her arm out of his grip to step away from him to bend and collect her shorts before pulling them on.

Magnus eyed her searchingly, totally aware that Sapphie was deliberately avoiding meeting his gaze. The heightened color in her cheeks said that was because she was embarrassed. “Sapphie, have you ever had oral sex before?” Because she was certainly behaving as if she hadn’t.

“Yes! No. I… Marco liked it. Performed on him, I mean. Not him doing it. He didn’t like that so much… Oh hell!” She gave an impatient shake of her head. “Can we just change the subject to something less…intimate?” she pleaded.

“Less…intimate?” Magnus echoed doubtfully.

She cringed. “To me.”

“I think what we just did together was very fucking intimate.”

“Yes, but we don’t have to have a postmortem about it.”

“Do you regret what just happened?”

“No!” Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked up at him. “It was amazing. I had never realized how much more… No, I don’t regret a moment of it.” Those tears fell over her lashes and down her cheeks.

“How much more?”

“I can’t do this,” she choked out.

“It’s okay.” Magnus tenderly cupped her cheeks to brush the tears away. “I can see that you’re uncomfortable, so we’ll do this a different way.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m going to ask you a few questions that only have a yes or no answer,” he explained.

She lifted her chin higher. “Okay.”

“Was Marco your first lover?”

“Yes.”

“Your only lover?”

“Yes.”

“Did he ever perform oral sex on you?”

“No.”

“Did you perform oral sex on him?”

“Yes.”

“A lot?”

“Yes.”

Not for the first time, Magnus wished Marco Carlucci was still alive so that he could un alive the selfish bastard himself!

“I read somewhere that not everyone likes oral sex,” Sapphie burst out defensively at his silence. “Giving or receiving it,” she added awkwardly.

“But Marco liked receiving it?”

“Yes.”

“Did he ever attempt to give you the same pleasure?”

“No.”

Ordinarily, Magnus preferred not to comment on other people’s sexual preferences. But it sounded very much to him as if Marco Carlucci had been more than happy for Sapphie to provide for all his sexual needs, but he hadn’t bothered to do the same for her.

Sapphie said she’d read somewhere that not everyone liked to perform oral sex on their partner.

That she had felt a need to find out that information for herself spoke volumes. It also told Magnus that she’d probably been hurt that Carlucci hadn’t wanted to perform that intimate act with her.

The guy was a fucking idiot. Magnus had never tasted anything as delicious as Sapphie’s pussy juices.

No wonder she had seemed embarrassed when Magnus first began to kiss, suck, and lick her pussy.

She looked even more mortified by talking about those intimacies. But Magnus wanted to know more. He needed to know more.

He studied her through narrowed lids. “Have you ever had anal sex?”

“No!”

He gave a rueful grin at how wide her eyes now were. “Don’t look so shocked. I’m told it’s enjoyable if done correctly.”

“Have you ever done it?”

He shook his head. “It’s a very intimate act and one that calls for great trust. I’ve never found anyone I was close enough to to want to try it.” Until now. Now Magnus knew that he wanted Sapphie in all ways. Every way. That he wanted to be so deep inside her, become a part of her, that they didn’t know where she ended and he began. “Have you even had an orgasm before tonight?” Something about the way she answered his questions told him that she hadn’t.

“Um.” Her gaze darted quickly to his before as hurriedly shifting away again. “I have, yes. But…” She broke off with a self-conscious wince.

“From your own fingers, not from anything Carlucci did,” Magnus guessed.

“Yes,” she acknowledged in relief, her cheeks fiery red.

“And you were about to say your orgasms just now were better than those you gave yourself?”

“So much better, I almost passed out,” she confirmed, cheeks blushing again.

“Did you ever have an orgasm when you were with Carlucci? Even in the beginning?”

“I was nineteen years old, Magnus, with no female relative to ask or answer any of my questions on the subject!” she defended, the red blotches in her cheeks now caused by anger. “Marco said he loved me, I believed myself to be in love with him, so it never occurred to me that I should perhaps have felt more…pleasure than I did when we were in bed together.” She drew in a ragged breath. “I just assumed that the sexual connection they talk about in romance books was a myth or just doesn’t happen to all couples who are in love and marry each other.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t. Initially, at least,” Magnus acknowledged flatly. “And maybe in the past, that situation would have continued, mostly because of embarrassment and social inhibitions. But that doesn’t have to be the case nowadays. Most couples can be honest enough with each other to talk through and try to work on finding a way they can enjoy sexual pleasure together. In whatever form that might take.”

He couldn’t completely control the anger he was feeling inside. On Sapphie’s behalf, not his own. Carlucci had been a selfish arsehole. A man, a husband , Magnus knew from what Linus had told him, who began having affairs with other women only months into his marriage. While, Magnus had now learned, leaving his wife sexually unsatisfied.

Selfish bastard!

“I think you should take your shower, and I’ll just go back to bed.” Sapphie turned and walked quickly over to the door, her head down.

“Sapphie—”

“I’m sorry I didn’t— That you haven’t— I’ll see you in the morning.” She hurriedly left the room, closing the door firmly behind her.

Magnus stared at that closed door rather than follow her. Easily guessing that Sapphie needed some time alone, possibly to think, after their lovemaking and the conversation that followed. He’d willingly give her as much time as she needed.

But he had no intention of that being the last time he and Sapphie made love together.

Far from it!

Making love with Sapphie, to her, had only confirmed for Magnus how deeply in love he was with her.