by Seyna Rytes
He takes a step further in my direction, putting us toe to toe. And I know where this is going, I've been in this exact moment before. I lift my palms.
"Stop. Don't you dare."
He hears the turmoil in my voice and smiles lazily, making my heart skip a beat, making me hate myself for being vulnerable to him.
"Please Mag'."
I try pleading, but he slowly shakes his head and continues its descent. When our mouths finally meet, Magnus sighs long and deep. A sigh of relief, mirrored by my own feelings. Our kiss feels wonderful, exhilarating, delicious, exciting. Full of sensuality and desire. But also tenderness. It feels like… I'm home. As soon as those words have formed in my mind, I push them back and take a step away from Magnus, breaking our torrid embrace. The hands he had holding my face an instant before, lamely hang at his sides. His gaze is full of resolution, but also guilt and apprehension.
Yeah, you're right to be worried, boy.
I cross my arms over my chest, tilt out one hip and cock a feisty eyebrow, waiting.
"Come sit with me, please Lastan."
I don't move or acknowledge the term of endearment.
Mag' sighs deeply, running his hand through his hair.
"I love you. I want you."
Double punch to the gut! What the fuck did he say?!... I know my lower jaw has hit the floor.
His eyes are sincere, pleading.
"You are all I want in a woman. All I need. Beyond even what I'd pictured for myself."
I feel my lips tremble. It's not fair. He can't say shit like this. Blindsided me with a declaration of love, when I'm prepared to fight off being propositioned again.
"You have no right…" I spit out in a voice trembling with outrage.
"Get out of my house, Magnus!"
"No, Ineissa. Hear me out, first. Then, I'll go if that's what you still want."
The determination is fierce in his eyes, far stronger than his earlier incertitude.
"No. Out."
I open the door and point towards the hallway. A flash of irritation glints through Mag's eyes, and he bends at the waist grabbing me, fireman style.
"Put me down this instant, Montescu!"
I shriek, like the harpy this caveman has turned me into. But, of course, he ignores me. Slams the door shut, locks and all, and marches us to the couch. He plants me in his lap and circles my arms. Efficiently preventing any escape, without even giving me the satisfaction of feeling roughed-up. I hate him!
"Let go of me!" I spit out between clenched teeth.
His expression is now serene, as he watches my mouth closely.
“I swear to God, Magnus… Don’t you dare kiss me again!”
“What are you gonna do? Kiss me back?” He taunts with a raised brow.
Salopard! Prick!
I try wiggling my way out of his iron embrace once more, but only end up out of breath without having gained an ounce of freedom. Magnus buries his face in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply.
“I’ve missed you. So bad.”
I shiver at the tickle of his soft hair, at the tenderness of the gesture, the feel of his nose dragging over the soft skin of my neck. The warmth of his breath against my trembling flesh… The wave of sensations threatening to engulf me!
“Please, Magnus…” I beg, not even sure for what. Am I asking him to leave again or to go on with our physical reacquaintance?...
He starts speaking right next to my ear. And my body trembles, awakens with each exhaled word. My foggy brain battling to make sense of the low, rhythmic sound of his voice vibrating through our joined chests. I miss a good portion of the beginning of Mag’s speech, lost in the realization I’m sitting on him, held against his torso (and my will!). Surrounded by his heat and smell. And that for the first time in weeks, I have seen Magnus in the flesh, touched him, exchanged a kiss with him! My mind sure is about to short-circuit.
“...have a choice. She was threatening my country, Ina. We didn’t even know all the details when Alex came to get me that night.”
He presses soft kisses along my neck, jaw and cheek… anywhere his lips can reach. And I start relaxing in his arms. No longer fighting his hold.
“What?”
“You have to believe me. I wouldn’t make up something this crazy.”
“What are you talking about, Magnus?” I enunciate.
Then take advantage of our relaxed stance to move from his lap to the armchair facing him. I raise a palm up when he makes a move towards me.
“No. Talk to me from there.”
I’ll hear him out, then we can go our separate ways. I don’t need Magnus muddling my brain while I’m fighting to keep a grip on reality.
“That night on the skipper, Alex came to get me because our former lover was threatening to expose our affair and make it look like we had forced her into it.”
Magnus is pouring his heart into his words, his eyes begging me to believe him.
“I couldn’t talk to you because I didn’t know the extent of the mess I was in.”
I just listen, absorb the information and try to make sense of it all.
“She’s a Romanian princess, rich, spoiled. Wanted to marry one of us. She’s actually the reason we were vacationing here in the first place. Tried a first attempt at blackmail. Didn’t work: our countries’ officials were able to negotiate a hush deal, and we made ourselves scarce for a bit.”
I think back on the unusual request to keep their presence incognito. It makes more sense now.
“And this time around, it wasn’t a threat to expose our filthy ways, but to make us appear as rapists. Unless I agreed to marry her…”
He’s sitting at the edge of the couch, elbow on one knee, rubbing his tired eyes.
“I was scared, Ina. I thought I lost you forever. Thought she trapped me.”
My fingers itch to soothe him, but I’m not there yet. Not even sure we’ll get there ever again… I stare into his gaze, opening myself, letting Mag’ see my own agony. Showing him how much the past couple of weeks gutted me…
“I saw you guys on TV. A story about your engagement announcement.”
I swallow the hard lump in my throat and watch as his Adam's apple bobs, ironically mimicking my reaction.
“I’m sorry, honey. So sorry… more than I could ever express it.”
I ignore that.
“How are you here, then?”
He scoffs with derision.
“We beat her at her own game. Dug up dirt on the not-so-fairy princess and her family.”
Magnus opens his large palms in a ‘voila’ gesture.
“I called you the minute it was safe to do so. And when you didn’t answer, I came right away.”
I shake my head, still sorting through all he’s just told me. Trying to process this new prism of reality. Magnus didn’t lie to me. He didn’t abandon me voluntarily. Didn’t get engaged to that beautiful woman. Didn’t use me, then up and leave, to forget me and never be seen again. And, he says he loves me…
“Why couldn’t you call me? Give me any type of explanation?”
“I didn’t know if what we were trying would work. Couldn’t risk anything leaking. Or to drag you in my mess.”
He comes down on his knees, right in front of me, takes my hands in his, his gorgeous eyes capturing mine.
“Her manigances could have meant a major economic set-back for Montescu. Alex and I are the faces of our country and family businesses. Dragging our names in mud directly impacts Montescu. That bitch knew exactly what she was doing…” He snarls, almost making me sympathetic to the insane woman who tried such a shit-show on the Royals.
I pat his hand, feel calmer on a surface level, having regained some of my composure.
“I’m happy for you, Mag’. For both the prince and you. And of course for your country.”
He waits expectantly.
“But… there’s nothing left here to salvage. This is just another reminder of how different our lives are. I w
ould never fit into your world, and you can’t be in mine.”
I allow myself to caress the side of his face, and as always, he leans into the gesture, rubs his cheek over my palm and kisses it. My eyes sting of unshed tears. Oh Mag’, how I’ve missed you, and how I’m going to miss you even more now that I know you were who you claimed to be!
“What do you have here, Ina? Who do you have?”
I sit up straighter, feeling insulted: how dare he denigrate my life!
“No, hear me out, please. Most of your family’s back home. You don’t seem to have any close friends here. You love your work? Great, I have the perfect hospitality position for you.”
“And what is that?” I ask with sass.
“Queen of Montescu,” he responds without missing a beat.
“You’re not funny, Magnus. Unless you’re looking for a replacement to your newly fired fiancee….”
“I love you.”
He kisses my hands.
“I want you. Not just now, today, but for the long run.”
“I think you’re confusing sexual chemistry with feelings.”
The side of his mouth hitches in a small smile.
“Is that what you feel for me? Sexual chemistry?”
I don’t respond. Having refused to analyze my own emotions, to admit the truth of their depth to myself.
“That’s what I thought.”
He pushes a strand of hair from my face, and runs the pad of his thumb on my cheek in a heartbreakingly tender gesture.
“You and I are so much more than amazing fuck partners. We suit. We match. We found each other.”
Magnus sighs heavily.
“You’re not ready, and a lot has happened recently. I understand, and I’ll be patient. I’ll be here when the time is right.”
“Mag’...”
He presses his finger on my lips.
“You’re the brave one who jumped into marriage at twenty. I’m just following into your steps.”
I smile.
“Baby steps, Your Majesty.”
At the spark of hope that glints in his eyes, I know there’s no going back. Regardless of what life has in stock for us, or the crazy karma these two might have accumulated with their string of broken hearts… I’m beyond attracted to Magnus. I refuse to put a name on my feelings for him, but I know they run deep. And, I know myself: this is not a fleeting infatuation. This man has rooted himself in my heart.
“I was just approved for two weeks of vacation. I was planning on spending the time with my family, but I could be convinced to spare a week on a beach along the Mediterrenean…”
Before I’ve even completed my sentence, Magnus pulls me into his arms and lays a hot, heavy, and wet kiss on me! Our mouths devour at each other, our tongues lick, caress, taste, twist and roll. Our hands grab, push clothes off, tear at buttons, and rip at fabric. Our heavy breaths mingle, and we exchanged incoherent confessions.
“Missed you so much…”
“Not more than I did.”
“Oh My God, you feel so good!”
“No, you do!”
“It feels like years, not just two weeks.”
I end up in my underwear, straddling Mag’s lap. One of his huge hands, pulling my bra cup down to pinch and roll my nipples, while the other one slides my underwear to the side and starts rubbing along my wet slit. I grab on to his massive shoulders, still covered by a shirt that’s lost most of its buttons. His wide, bronzed torso in full display for my hungry eyes and fingers. Mag’ pulls me close enough to fill his mouth with one of my breasts. Deft fingers still playing with the other one. The hand on my pussy is now rolling my clit with the pad of his thumb, and I’m so fucking close I don’t remember my own name!
“Mag’... I… I want you, baby. Inside…”
He holds me in place by the waist with one arm, and pulls down his jeans and boxer briefs with the other, exposing my long lost best friend, and I almost weep with joy. How I’ve missed you, King Magnum!
At the sight of the drop of precum adorning the engorged head, my mouth waters, and Magnus must catch the hungry look on my face.
“No, you’ll get to play later. For now, go grab a condom and hope on. I want you to come all over my dick. Been dreaming of this since the last time you were in my arms.”
I do not need to be told twice, and make a beeline for the bathroom, where a spanking new box of Magnum size condoms is stored. I pull off the plastic film with trembling fingers, open the cardboard box, and start detaching a condom from the string, when Magnus appears behind me. His tall statue looming over my much shorter frame. Stark naked, now. When I’m still completely indecent in my underwear, strategically pushed away to reveal my tits and pussy. My lower teeth sink into the full flesh of my bottom lip.
“I’ll take care of that, thank you.”
He takes the condoms from my hand, detaches one, opens it with deliberate movements. Discarding the wrapping, he suits himself, then pulls me back into his chest with a filthy grin.
“Come show your king how much you’ve missed him.”
I oppose absolutely no resistance, eagerly melting into his embrace and under the assault of his mouth. Shamelessly rubbing myself on his hard, erect cock. Magnus maneuvers me in front of the mirror, and I’m assaulted by the sensuality of our reflection. The contrast of his golden skin and my deep brown complexion, of his giant, hard body and my smaller, curvy forms. His huge paws massaging my sensitive breasts. Our daze looks, swollen lips, erratic breaths, and messy hair. His blond locks pointing every which way, and my messy bun coming completely undone. Eyes riveted to mine in the mirror, Magnus pumps at my opening, the head of his dick poking at my entrance and rubbing between my sleek folds. He traces a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses along the side of my neck, driving me absolutely crazy with sensation overload.
“I want us both to watch you come.” He whispers before nipping at my earlobe. At his dirty words, a spasm runs through my entire body, almost making me come. Magnus chuckles against my wet skin, his warm breath adding another layer of pleasure. Oh, it’s like that, uh? I squeeze my thighs together, making the fit around his cock even tighter.
“Fuuuuck…” he drags low and gravelly.
And I grin back at our image, prepared to meet him sneaky move, for sneaky move. But, I guess two weeks were enough time for me to forget who I’m dealing with. Because Magnus lifts me by the bottom of my thighs, the head of his dick still at my opening, and starts filling me nice and slow. Inch by deliciously torturous inch! I see my exposed labia in the mirror: glistening, pink, engorged, stretched. I don’t know if I’m going to come from the pleasure building through my body or our insanely erotic visions. When he’s seated deep inside me, Magnus lets my legs slide down our bodies, and grabs my waist.
“Hold on,” is his only warning, before two of his fingers reach for my clit, pinching it delectably hard, while he starts pistoning me. Slamming me back into his groin with the hand at my hip. I feel my orgasm building towards its explosion, and close my eyes, lost in the sensation.
“No…” Mag’ growls.
“Look at me. This is mine. You’re mine. Look at me when you come.”
I force my eyes open and gasp out an impossible breath, my fingers strained on the hard marble surface. The sounds of flesh against flesh, the wet noises, the smell of sex… A maelstrom of sensations combining to push me over the edge. I come undone, desperately fighting to maintain eye contact with Magnus, and feeling him plunge into his own bliss.
* * *
MAGNUS
“You’re OK?”
“You care?”
I chuckle, hiding my face between her full breasts.
“Good point, but I do care. Might have gotten a bit carried away, though.”
Ina shakes her gorgeous head.
“Just a bit.”
After our energetic love-making in the bathroom, we cleaned up, and came to lay in her bed.
“I really missed you, Mag’.” She conf
esses, running her slender fingers through my hair.
I lift my gaze to meet hers and feel arrested at the depth of feeling I see there. Ina might not be ready to admit to me or even herself she loves me, but there’s no doubt in my mind.
Her long legs are wrapped around my nid-section. The last lights of the day pierce through the gauzy curtains. This is heaven.
“How long are you staying for?” She inquires with a note of apprehension. And right then and there, I vow to myself to make it my life’s mission to erase any fear from Ina’s mind when it comes to me, to us.
“I came to take you home with me, lastan. I’m leaving when you are.”
I lift my head, removing my arms from where I had them wrapped around her waist, to rest my chin on the back of my hands, resting on her stomach. Ina’s chestnut brown eyes glint with pleasure and amusement.
“You’re going to rule over Montescu from California?”
I pinch her lightly.
“You know I don’t rule over Montescu.”
“I know you need to be home to properly conduct your business.”
I have nothing to counter that, so I simply nod.
Her eyes on me are soft, and teasing.
“Let me make some arrangements, and I’ll come visit. I really want to see your home, who you are over there…”
Hands still caressing my hair, massaging my scalp, she goes on like it’s nothing:
“And, if we’re truly going to give this thing a try, I need to know how I feel about living in Montescu. Even if only temporarily.”
My eyes bug out, and she giggles.
“Hey, I’m not a complete scaredy-cat.”
I kiss her soft stomach, inhaling her sweet, musky scent.
“That, you’re not, my love.”
At my words, I see a glimpse of fright flash through her gaze, and flash her full smile, accompanied with a wink.
