Magnus' POV
The moment Zevara climbed down from the staircase, I forgot how to breathe. How to think. How to act. I just stood there, still as stone, jaw tight, eyes raking over her like she was a forbidden vision I never meant to see. Because now that I see her—I want to claim her.
Goddess…. that girl is fire—one that has been sent to consume me. Every bit of me. And God helping…. she's succeeding.
That mesh dress barely covered anything. That isn't even a dress…. It's a trap. No bra; Just a thong. Her curves were art—flesh sculpted for worship. t**s bouncing like a f*****g tease. And her arousal was a damn invitation—leaking down her p***y like a countdown to destruction.
My chest rise and fell—I was trying so hard to tame myself. Control myself to stay calm in Nina's presence. But
