Vanessa raised an eyebrow. “But…”
“You’re soaked to the skin. We’ll dry your clothes, and in the meantime, you will wear this.” He removed his own cloak. “Though I confess I’d rather you wear nothing at all,” he said with a grin.
“Aren’t you going to turn your back or something while I undress?” quizzed Vanessa, although at that moment she wanted nothing more than to be naked before him.
“Only if you insist.” His blue eyes smouldered. They had seven lost years to talk about, but talking wasn’t his first priority.
“In that case …” Darting him a sensual smile, Vanessa pulled off her wet things and stood before him as naked as the day she was born. She felt neither shame nor embarrassment. Excitement and a smouldering desire washed over her.
Magnus drank her in. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he said hoarsely.
“I do now.”
Letting the cloak fall to the sand, Magnus reached for her and pulled her down. Positioning himself by her side he leaned in to kiss her, one hand cupping her right breast, feeling the smooth firm flesh before exploring her hard nipples, rolling them between thumb and finger, making her gasp and shudder with pleasure. His questing hand stroked the curve of her hip, and dipped to fondle the cheeks of her bottom … such full, firm cheeks. He gave her bottom a light slap.
“Ohh,” she murmured, and then grinned. “That time on the headland when you caught me outside the city walls without permission. You spanked me. You spanked my bare bottom. And I loved it.”
“You did, huh? It didn’t seem so at the time when you were squealing like a stuck pig.” Magnus grinned. “I enjoyed it too, but not half as much as I’m going to enjoy it now.” Deftly he sat up and flipped her over his lap. “That first spanking was for punishment, whereas this one will be pure pleasure.”
“I like the sound of that.” She gave her rump a little wiggle of invitation.
With a throaty chuckle and an erection that felt as though it were a rod of iron, Magnus raised his hand. Feasting on her lush curves, he brought his hand down crisply on her right cheek, immediately followed by another on her left cheek. Encouraged by her little gasps, he spanked across the plumpest part of the target area. The plump mounds jiggled, and he viewed the pink blush with a grin.
“Starting to feel it now, are we, Princess?” He splatted his hand down again.
Vanessa yelped and nodded. “Yes! But don’t stop …”
Magnus obliged by covering the whole expanse of her squirming rump with a series of resounding slaps, resulting in a beautiful deeper pink blush on her bottom and an assortment of yips and yelps from Vanessa. “Why, I’ve barely started. This next lot will take your breath away.”
Publisher's note: This book is intended for mature audiences as it contains corporal punishment and scenes of a sexual nature.
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