“Magnus, stay with me.” She says grabbing his hand, and he sits on the edge of the bed.
“I thought you were sleeping.” He says kicking his shoes off. “Are you angry?” She asks fully expecting to be scolded. He leans down and kisses her, and then tucks a strand of ebony hair behind her ear. “Of course not. I just thought you might have wanted to go slow.” He replies.
Calista sits up, and reaches for his belt and unbuckles it. She pulls it through the loops quickly and tosses it across the room. She remains looking at him, her light blue eyes turn dark with desire. “Does it seem that I wish to go slow? I wish to share a bed with my mate.” She says unbuttoning his pants, and then moving to the buttons of his black shirt, that fits him like a glove. Showing his physique as he moves. “Does
