“Actually, I love your tongue, Magnus,” she whispered, “and every other thing about you.”
It was like fitting a key into a lock.
He grasped her face in his hands and crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with desperate abandon. His tongue was invading, demanding she kiss him back. She melted against him, her arms wound up around his shoulders, her hands tightened in his hair to pull him down deeper into her, harder against her body. They fell back against the mattress. He made a noise like an animal’s, deep in his throat, as she arched against him, moving her hands to his hard ass and pulling so the hot, hard length of his erection was between her legs, separated from her aching s*x by only a thin strip of fabric. “Oh God,” Lu moaned as he broke the kiss, shoved up her camisole, palmed
