Only then did Allie understand why he had been going so carefully. He’d wanted to be sure the half hour of waiting with him inside her had worked, and her hymen hadn’t healed back to its original status. The man had been looking out for her, and she hadn’t even thought of it. He was— Allie’s thoughts died as his hands shifted, one sliding under her stomach to hold her up at the height he needed, while the other slid between her legs again. Now he was lodged inside her, filling her to capacity, but he was staying still and caressing her instead. Hands clenching on the dresser top, Allie gasped and squirmed on him, her inner muscles clenching and adding to the excitement for both of them until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Magnus, please,” she gasped, reaching back to claw at his leg and behind, anything she could reach to make him move. “I want—”

“Look at your eyes,” he growled, caressing her more firmly.

Allie glanced at the mirror. Silver had poured in to mingle with the green and brown of her eyes. But it wasn’t solid silver as his had been last night, and then Magnus began to move, withdrawing partway and thrusting back into her even as he continued to caress her. Allie cried out and bucked against him, her gaze never leaving the mirror. She watched the silver flood her eyes, was amazed at how alien she looked, and then Allie didn’t care anymore and lowered her head as she concentrated on meeting him thrust for thrust, helping him drive them toward that high precipice and the sweet oblivion that waited beyond it.

Sixteen

Allie woke up on top of Magnus. She didn’t realize it at first. She opened her eyes, confused as to where she was when she found herself staring at the front of a drawer. Turning her head, she followed it up to another and another and then spotted the top edge of the mirror above it. That was when she realized she was lying in front of the dresser.

With that mystery solved, Allie immediately became aware that she was lying on something not flat and really quite uncomfortable. Grimacing, she rolled to the side and immediately slid off of her previous perch onto the hardwood floor. Shifting to her knees, she turned to look at what she’d been lying on, eyes widening when she found herself staring at an unconscious Magnus. She’d been lying on top of him.

Memory rushed in then to tell her what had happened. Or at least what she’d been doing before she’d lost consciousness. Obviously they’d passed out and ended up on the bedroom floor, Magnus taking the brunt of the fall.

Allie eyed him with concern now, worried he’d hit his head as they fell, but there was no blood and a brief examination of his head didn’t reveal any bumps. Of course, he might have hit his head and already healed, she thought as she scrambled to her feet.