She was feeling euphoric, and Magnus Karlsen was the cause of her state. His sharp, fierce kisses, his way of touching her, his voice while whispering sweet words... The way he held her when she tried to run and hide away from him…
Cool air rippled over the tender, aching tips of her breasts only a second before Magnus’s heat enveloped her once again. He had that power… the power to warm her, to fuel a fire inside her so hot, so desperate that nothing mattered but his touch.
“Magnus…” she whispered.
Sunny opened to him, her hands clutching at his back as the rasp of his chest hair stimulated her sensitive n*****s and stole her breath with the pleasure. God, the need to feel him inside her was so consuming. The longing whipping through her, the emotions tearing into her heart, filling he
