The Wild Heir(81)

His mouth joins with mine, moving together in deep, searing kisses in a rhythm that his body matches as he thrusts his hips forward, his cock driving deeper and deeper inside. Every nerve in my body is being pulled inward, swirling into a hard knot, live wires needing the slightest hair trigger to set me free. Each deep shove of his body threatens to undo me.

I run my fingers down his forearms, feeling the tense muscles through his tuxedo jacket as he holds me in place, then I brush my hands back up to his biceps, to the roundness of his shoulders, down his chest, then trail further to his shaft. I grip him there at the base, wet with my own desire, and he groans with wild lust.

This wild heir.

With one hand, he reaches down and rubs his fingers up and down over my clit. I’m so ready to go that I whimper helplessly, knowing I can’t hold back anymore.

“You said you wanted to come with me inside you,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re going to right now. And you’re going to stay quiet.”

He rubs his fingers faster and he pulls his head back to watch as he takes me to another level.

“That’s it,” he says quietly. “Let go.”

It spreads slowly at first, a spark traveling from my core and out through every nerve in my body. Then I implode with a jolt that almost makes me scream.

He places his palm over my mouth at the last moment and I open my mouth to it, crying out softly, breathing in his skin.

The orgasm just keeps coming. I’m fireworks blasting off, shuddering, shaking, quaking in a cascade of flames. I can’t control anything and I’m grateful his hand is keeping me quiet. My heart fills to the brim then floods over with emotion that nearly brings tears to my eyes.

He removes his hand.

“Oh my god,” I cry out softly against him, my head buried in his sweaty neck, holding his body against me, as if I would sink into the ground if I didn’t. My heart is beating so hard I think I might be having a heart attack.

Can you die from good sex?

But he’s not done.

He pumps into me harder, faster, and I’m holding my breath now watching those paintings as they rattle, and then he’s grunting hoarsely with every deep shove.

“Fuck, I’m coming too,” he whispers, words broken up and hoarse and he’s shaking over me, my name raspy on his lips. He groans and the pumps of his hips slow against me as he empties himself into the condom.

He practically collapses against me and I run my fingers through his long hair, feeling him, feeling everything.

I can’t believe that just happened.

I can’t believe we did that.

He’s breathing hard still as he leans back and pulls himself out of me and gives me a lazy, sated smile. “And here I was thinking museums were boring.”

I let out a shaky laugh as he lowers me to the ground. I wobble on my stilettos for a moment and he grabs my arm to steady me. “Looks like I fucked you off your feet.”

“You did something all right.”

He pulls the condom off and says. “Let’s go dispose of the evidence and head back to the party. Someone might have missed us by now. Can you walk?”

I giggle and take a few steps. I think I’m going to be feeling all that tomorrow.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I don’t think I need to when I got you to do it for me,” he says, holding out his arm.

With a dazed grin, I take it and we join the party.





Eighteen





Magnus





After the gala we were all taken back to the palace to stay the night, my sisters included. Usually after this kind of event that we do as a family, my sisters and I stay up late talking in the sitting room, drinking coffee and cloudberry liquor, and eating cake.

But even though everyone went straight to the sitting room to carry out this tradition as we normally do, Ella and I were excused.

Thank god.

Fucking her in the museum was long overdue but instead of relief at having finally been inside of her, now I only want more. For the rest of the night, I couldn’t stop touching her, thinking about her, smelling her on my fingers.

And even though there was nothing hotter than screwing her standing up in that art wing, with her legs wrapped around me, the adrenaline flowing through me over the fact that at any moment someone could have walked in on us, it’s not enough.

I want her in my bed.

I want to strip her naked and go over every inch of her body with my tongue.

I want to slowly sink into her and watch the expression in her eyes change as she takes me in.

That was fast and rough. Now I want it sweet and slow.

Okay, maybe still a little rough.

My family gives me sly little waves and smiles as Ella and I depart the scene, hand in hand. This is all sorts of fucked up but I’ll take it.

We walk through the palace and take the elevator to the third floor and I’m so tempted to grab her and press her against the walls but I manage to refrain.

“We’re not really going to bed, are we?” she asks as we pass the blue room which she normally stays in when she’s here.

I give her a wry smile, squeezing her hand tighter as I lead her to my old bedroom. “I love it when you play na?ve.”

Her eyes dance. “I thought you loved it when I played nasty?”

I think I love every part you play.