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I can feel the heat rising within me as his words wash over me like a tidal wave. His voice has a hypnotic quality, drawing me deeper into his magnetic aura. My fingers trace an invisible path along the edge of the pool table as I lean in ever so slightly, about to tell him exactly what he’s been wanting to hear.
“You’ve got a deal. I’ll give in and see where this goes.”
Magnus places the pool stick down and gets even closer, placing his legs around my own. He towers over me.
In a surprising move, he leans down and presses his forehead against mine. “You won’t regret this,” he whispers, his warm breath brushing against my lips. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself lost in the depths of his captivating eyes. There’s a hunger there, a desire that matches my own.
Without breaking our gaze, Magnus slowly trails his fingers along the curve of my cheek, feather-light touches that ignite a fire within me. His touch is electrifying, sending bolts of pleasure through every fiber of my being. I let out a soft gasp, unable to conceal the rush of anticipation coursing through me.
As if sensing my surrender, Magnus leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a teasingly gentle kiss. It’s a mere brush, but it leaves me craving more, yearning for his mouth to claim mine with an intensity that matches the storm brewing inside him.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of uncertainty. But all he finds is a flicker of determination fueled by the knowledge that I’ve given him the green light. I’m giving in to him, and I do want to see what could happen between us. With a low growl emanating from deep within his chest, Magnus closes the distance between us once again.
This time, his kiss is anything but gentle. It’s raw and possessive, full of unspoken promises and unbridled desire. Our tongues dance together in perfect syncopation, exploring and tasting each other with a fervor that cannot be contained. Every brush of his lips against mine sets off fireworks in my soul, igniting a passion I never knew existed.
His hands roam freely over my body, igniting every nerve ending they touch. They slide beneath the hem of my shirt for a second, but then he pulls them away. “Apologies. I’ve been wondering what your skin feels like.”
“Did it feel as good as you imagined?” I arch a brow, curious to know his answer.
“Better than I thought.”
Magnus and I continue to flirt throughout the night, having a few beers together until it eventually goes to shots of liquor. Before I know it, we’re making our way back to my room.
We stumble inside as the liquor courses through us, pawing at each other like wild animals. Our clothes are discarded in a frenzy, leaving a trail of discarded fabric in our wake. In the dimly lit room, the air is thick with anticipation, charged with the electricity of our desire. Magnus pushes me back against the door, his hands gripping my waist possessively. Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, molding into each other as if they were always meant to be intertwined.
God, why was I so afraid of this?
His lips find mine once again, and this time, the kiss is savage and hungry. There’s an urgency in his touch as if he’s been waiting for this moment for far too long. We both know he has. He’s been so patient, waiting for me to be open to this, but he reminds me of a wolf stalking his prey until he’s ready to pounce and go in for the kill.
I surrender to the fire that consumes us both, losing myself in the depths of his passion. As we stumble toward the bed, I feel a mix of nervous excitement and overwhelming lust. The sheets are cool against my heated skin as Magnus lowers me onto the mattress, his eyes fixated on me with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. I can sense his restraint, his desire to savor every moment before going all in.
He hovers above me, his strong arms braced on either side of my head. The weight of him pins me to the bed, grounding me in the reality of this connection we share. It’s as if nothing else exists in this moment but us.
Magnus’s lips trace a path of fiery kisses along my jawline and down my neck. Each touch sets off a chain reaction within me, igniting a hunger that I never knew I had for him. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as I respond to every caress.
A low growl escapes his throat as he nips at my collarbone, leaving a mark that will serve as a reminder of this night. His hands roam freely over my body, exploring every curve and dip with a deep hunger that matches my own. I arch my back, offering myself to him completely, desperate for the release that only he can provide.
Magnus’s touch is both gentle and possessive, his fingertips tracing patterns of desire along my skin. Every stroke sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, building the tension within to an almost unbearable level. I moan against his lips, my voice a symphony of need and longing.
His lips find mine once again, hungry and demanding. Our tongues meet in a passionate dance, an exchange of desire that leaves us both breathless. His kiss is a promise, a pledge to take me to heights of ecstasy I’ve never known before.
With a swift motion, Magnus flips us over, our positions reversed. I find myself straddling him, his hands gripping my hips with a possessiveness that sparks a fire deep within me. The power dynamic shifts between us, a delicate balance of dominance and submission.
He looks up at me with darkened eyes, filled with an intensity that threatens to consume us both. “Ride me,” he growls, his voice thick with desire.
I don’t need any further encouragement. With a small nod, I lower myself onto him, savoring the exquisite sensation of being filled by him completely. A gasp escapes my lips as he fills every inch of me, stretching me deliciously as we move in rhythm together.
I never thought I’d be doing this, that I’d be having sex with someone in my brother’s motorcycle club . . . but here I am. I move back and forth, riding Magnus like my very life depends on it. Warmth spreads throughout my body. A mixture of lust and alcohol.
We lose ourselves in the rhythm, the sound of our combined moans filling the room. The intoxicating mix of pleasure and alcohol fuels our desire. I can’t believe how good this feels, how right it feels to be with him in this moment.
Magnus’s hands grip my hips tightly, guiding my movements as he thrusts up to meet me. He gets so deep that it feels like he could cut right through me. The passion between us is electric, building with every stroke, every grind of our bodies.
I lean forward, my hands braced on his chest, and our lips meet once more. Our tongues tangle and dance, mimicking the rhythm of our bodies as we chase release.
Suddenly, Magnus flips us over again, his body hovering over mine as he plunges deeper inside me. The change in position takes my breath away, igniting a new wave of pleasure that rocks through me like a tidal wave. I grip the sheets beneath me, clawing at them as I surrender myself completely to the sensations coursing through my veins.
“Fuck!” I almost scream but cover my mouth quickly. The clubhouse is big, but I don’t want anyone running and telling my brother Magnus and I came up here together.
