“God, yes. God, I needed this.”Clementine threw her head back, but his hand was already around the base of her skull, cushioning the blow but scraping his knuckles.
Fuck, the intensity of the scrape was going to get him off too early if he wasn’t careful.
Her fingers laced into the short curls on the back of his head, and then her fingernails dragged down the back of his head to his collar, a sign between them that it always meant she wanted him to put her through the mattress.
Or in this case, the cement wall.
He’d do his best.
Magnus thrust up into her, holding her under her thighs and pressing her against the cement.
Her limbs wrapped him.
The wet heat of her consumed him.
Okay, all pussies were very, very good. He liked them. Never ever had found one that wasn’t absolutely scrumptious and an eleven out of ten.
But Magnus swore Clemmy’s body temperature must run a degree or two hotter than most people’s.
God, theheatof her around his cock. Sweat broke out on his skin under his dress shirt and waistcoat.
Clementine writhed, impaled on him, her breaths shorter and quicker against his mouth.
He surged up into her, the slick soles of his dress shoes slipping on the grass, but he bent his knees and got up under her to thrust harder. Clementine’s whole body settled around his cock, his hands full of her ass, and he fucked up into her as her body clenched around him.
He drove into her, one arm wrapped around her waist, and his other hand stealing up to her throat again.
As his fingers found her collarbone and then the soft column of her neck, she arched her back and her neck, lifting her chin, giving him all of it.
After the first few times they’ve broken up, sex between them had always been rough with an edge of madness.
Clementine seemed to be saying, “Hurt me, again.”
Magnus’s heart beat to the rhythm of, “Come back, to me.”
Her pulse in her throat tapped under Magnus’s fingertips, and he pressed again, longer this time.
He wouldn’t leave bruises. He knew how not to leave marks.
Her eyelashes were fluttering, her eyes dimming as he fucked her, and then he let go of her throat and sealed his palm over her mouth, still pounding into her.
She screamed into his hand just like he knew she would.
God, if she wouldn’t have been pissed as hell at him about grass stains on her white, surely custom designer dress and on his Kiton tuxedo, he would’ve shoved her down to the grass and taken her until she screamed again.
Instead, as she was holding onto him and still whimpering with each thrust, that maddening energy possessed him as he shoved himself harder into her until that moment of utter, formless bliss lifted him to where all thought stopped,a gasp.His balls emptied into her while her core still convulsed around him.
He was still drifting into his senses when he heard her whisper, “God, Iloveyou, Magnus.”
He knew she hadn’t meant it in that way. “I love you, too, Clementine.”
CHAPTER 22
the name on the passport
LEXI
Getting the passport was astonishingly easy, and I felt really bad about that.
