Magnus' POV
“I will carry her myself,” I snapped, my voice harder than intended.
One of the guards wants to carry Zevara up to her room, but hell no I will never let them lay a finger on her—especially that I know quite well that they are barely controlling themselves right now since the stench of her smell and arousal is still thick in the air. If it wasn't that I'm with her, they would have f****d her silly.
Even I, myself is barely controlling myself. She looks so beautiful, so ethereal when she's sleeping and f*****g her while she sleeps wouldn't have been bad at all.
I slipped out of my seat, rounded the car and scooped her in my arms. The guards mouth and eyes were wide open in shock, but they quickly lowered their heads.
“No one speaks about what happens tonight,” I commanded,
