"You won't let me have my traditional masculine advantage?"
"No," she said very firmly. "You and I are going to give as good as we get."
His expression lifted in a wicked grin. "I should warn you I know a lot of tricks."
"Yeah, but I'm a quick learner."
He laughed and kissed her, more warmth than finesse in it. Grabbing his head, Zoe flicked and sucked his tongue until a hungry sound broke in his throat. He must have guessed what she was pretending she was sucking. His h*ps ground reflexively against her before he tore away.
"All right," he said breathlessly. "I'm ready to give you what you've asked for."
For all his braggadocio, his hands were shaking as he parted her folds. She immediately saw another advantage to his smooth fey skin. One big finger slid inside her sheath like a sexy dream.
"Just to be sure," he rasped when she whimpered. "I want you to be wet enough for me."
She was more than wet, she was soaking, her juices running down his finger as it eased into her. Her body arched without her controlling it, her spine stretching as it tried to pull the luscious feelings he was creating all the way in.
Her reaction siderailed his good intentions.
"Hellfire," he cursed. "I'm sorry, Zoe. I know I promised to take you, but I have to give you one kiss first."
He moved down her with the easy grace he seemed to have brought with him out of Fairy. His mouth settled over her clitoris with unerring aim. She could feel the little organ swelling, growing more sensitive as he sucked it voluptuously. His tongue licked slow and hard up the tiny rod. Despite her desire to come with him inside her, her hands clutched his thick, dark hair. She was so close she was panting. Once more he licked her, bottom to top, the finger he'd pushed inside her giving her a dangerously sweet hardness to squeeze around.
Then he lifted his head and released her.
"Now?" he asked harshly.
Zoe could only nod and loll her legs wider.
His flush of anticipation was unmistakable, and the gleam of his hot, green eyes. He took his c**k in hand, the thing standing so high he had to tilt it down for the right angle. Heat radiated outward from her pu**y, like an oven door opening. He touched her with the head of him, parting hot, lust-slicked lips. The broad upper curve lodged just inside her, too big to slip free. His mooring secure, he propped himself over her on his arms. His head dropped so he could see the place they would join. She guessed he liked the visual. His chest went in and out, and then his eyes rose to hers.
"I love you," he said. "I hope I get the chance to love you forever, but however our lives unfold, you'll always be the dearest partner I ever had."
Her throat choked with tears as she clasped his handsome face in her hands. "Magnus, I'd trust you with my forever. I'd trust you with my soul."
They both knew what she was saying, maybe better than any other two people would.
"Love," he said, his voice as husky as hers. "You honor me."
She smiled and slid her hands down his solid chest. "Why don't you honor me with your body?"
His erection leaped like an eager horse at a starting gate. His breath rushed into his lungs, and then he cocked his h*ps and pushed—one slow, silky glide that filled her and filled her until she moaned and had to lift her knees to give him room. His thickness, his heat, the sense that he was truly claiming her, was heaven come to earth for her. With him, she only had to be herself. No hiding, no apologies. Given how important that was to her, seeing how much this act meant to him brought her to the stinging edge of tears.
Neither of them would ever forget this.
He shuddered with pleasure, the involuntary motion shaking her hands as she rubbed his back.
"Oh, God," he gasped, catching one of her knees to urge it even higher. "You feel better than you did for—"
He cut himself off, but Zoe guesseed what he'd been about to say. "Better than I did for Bryan?"
"Yes," he admitted, the shudder wracking him again.
"You're bigger than he is," she suggested, unable to resist teasing. "Maybe you like a closer fit."
Magnus groaned and swelled impossibly thicker. "Fairies nerves are different." He reset his knees and gave an actual, grunting shove. "We feel things more."
"I feel you more."
"My energy might—" He shoved again and gained a millimeter. "It might be sensitizing you."
If it was, it felt fabulous. Her entire body tingled with pleasure, from her fingertips to her toes. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened their muscles. "You'll have to teach me how to do that."
"You feel so good already, you'd probably kill me if you learned." With another pull, she almost took all of him. His hand clamped her buttock to lift her to him, his breath coming quick and rough. "It's a good thing you like the first stroke slow. I don't think we could—"
And then he was there, fully surrounded, fully home. He closed his eyes and sighed, positively beatific. Zoe couldn't have asked for a better gift than to have put that look on his face. Add that to the pleasure she herself was feeling, and it was no wonder they moaned and squirmed at the same time.
"Three weeks in bed," he panted, "and maybe time out for meals."
She was laughing when he began to stroke, which effectively transformed her laughter to a pleasured cry. At once, she realized Bryan wasn't the only man of her acquaintance with superior aim. Magnus knew just how to roll his h*ps into her, just where to linger and press harder—and the size he put behind the pressure sent her into the stratosphere. His thrusts were strong and steady: deep, long motions that surged in and out. In spite of the delight they brought, they weren't altogether what she wanted—nor what he did, to judge by the tension he was fighting.
She didn't want him to fight anything, not when they'd both been waiting so long.
"More," she pleaded, pushing up at him from her hips. "Please, Magnus, take me the way you want."
He panted down at her. "Zoe, I want to ravage you."
"Then do it," she urged with her body as well as her voice. "That's what I want, too."
"Okay then." His expression hardened. "I will."
When he let go, it was like trying to hold a tornado within her arms. He had so much power, so much control, and under that a wildness no mere human could have contained. He didn't just have sex, he embodied it, like the gods of folklore must have done. He didn't hurt her, he simply sent her up in flames. She had an instant to wonder if Alex had learned to do this while he was in Fairy, and then the funnel sucked her up, her orgasm an incredible, squeezing pressure that exploded from her in a helpless wail.