Just a Kiss

Magnus

“I’ve already seen all of you, Erina. There’s no sense in hiding your breasts from me.” I flicked at her hands, and she reluctantly let them fall to her sides, giving me an eyeful of her erect nipples. Her face turned scarlet with shame, and she turned her head to avoid my stare.

I enjoyed her embarrassment. It amused me, the way she tried to hide her body’s reaction to me. I actually found it endearing, and that was a foreign feeling; one I had completely forgotten existed. Yet this alluring creature was causing this emotion in me. This was magic, the prophecy. Had to be. She was my enemy. It would be foolish to give in to it. But my beast wanted, oh, how it wanted. Her.

I put my hands on her slender hips, and she forgot to breathe. Her eyes went wide.

“Tell me, did you like the way they were touching you?” I wanted to rip them apart when I saw what they intended. No one touches my property. My hand wandered over the expanse of her buttocks, the silkiness of her skin. Her muscles tensed underneath my palms.

“No, Master.” For a fleeting moment, her blue eyes lifted to mine before she looked down at her small hands, which she tried to hold still on her thighs.

“Then why didn’t you tell them who you were, huntress? Why not tell them who you belong to?” I pulled her down onto my lap. She was as stiff as a doll. I caressed her tense shoulders, feeling every sinew, muscle, and delicate bone. How easy it would be to break her. She should have told them. Her silence disappointed me.

She gulped. “I-I was afraid they might hurt me.” A shiver went down her spine when I cupped her small breast with one hand. My thumb teased the peaked nipple, and her breath caught in her throat. “I didn’t know… what to say.”

“They probably would have taken what I paid for. And I would have had to kill them.” I murmured next to her ear. The little hair at her nape stood to attention when my breath tickled her neck.

“You belong to me, Erina. That is what you should have said.” I moved her long hair away over her shoulder. The ends tickled my hand that held her breast. Her heart started a wild gallop at my words, but she stayed silent.

“I own every part of your body.” I turned her to me, holding her throat, tilting her chin with my thumb.

Her eyes flared open, fear making them seem larger, like twin pools drawing me in, drawing me to drown in them. I took her half-open mouth in a punishing kiss, bruising those petals with my mouth, nipping at her lips until she gasped. She gripped my wrist, trying to get free. As if I would let her go.

My tongue darted into her mouth, tasting her. Claiming her. The sound she made as I sucked her tongue into my mouth. It made me want to bend her over one of the many tables and plunge into her from behind. But I had to be patient. I wanted to savor every minute; every bit of innocence I took from her.

Did I say I wouldn’t eat her? Oh, I would devour her.

My erection poked against my pants, nudging her thigh. It was a beast all on its own. My Lycan wanted to mark her, turn her. Not yet, I told it. Not. Yet.

When I released her mouth, her lips were swollen, cheeks like red apples in summer. I still held her throat, feeling the throbbing of her pulse under my fingertips. Pupils blown, only a thin, pale blue rim showed.

“You’ve never been kissed?” Again, I simultaneously cursed and praised Ignatius Saul for this pleasure.

She couldn’t even form words, only shook her head. She pulled her hand free, as if I'd shocked her, realizing her mistake.  

“Yes…” I mused. “But only a kiss is not enough to convince you and others.” Her taste left me craving more.

The cool silk of her skin slid against my hands as I eased her back onto the plush couch, keeping her legs across my thighs.

Her wide, uncertain eyes, pools of dark anxiety, darted across my face. The tautness in her body was intense; a bowstring pulled to the verge of snapping. She had the body of a huntress, not an ounce of softness, all lean muscles underneath my fingertips as I traced them over the ridges of her abdomen. I prefer my women softer. “You're too thin," I murmured. "I'll have to remedy that.”

  “Relax, Erina. I won't hurt you.” Not yet.

Her gaze followed my hand, a silent tracking of my touch as it moved towards her hip, then lower. A choked protest escaped her lips as I neared her most private place, her thighs clamping shut.

“If you fight me, I will hurt you. Do you want me to hurt you?” My voice was gentle, as if speaking to a frightened bird.

Her lips formed a silent “no.”

“Then let me give you pleasure.” I separated her legs, revealing my prize. The scent of her skin filled my senses. “Forget what you think you know about sex, Erina. Let me teach you how to be a woman." Holding her calves, I felt the give of her muscles as I bent her knees. 

“I-I know nothing,” she whispered, her voice raw with fear. “Except that it's wrong.”

“Wrong? For a man to have sex with a woman?” I chuckled, the sound hollow in the quiet room. “You're not a man.”

 Strange how her words stung. “I am not just a man, that is true.” I leaned closer, my lips brushing her inner thigh. “But I am enough of a man to know how to pleasure a woman.”

And I would make her cum until she could no longer remember her name or that I was not a man.