[ Ironically, standing in the hallway of Magnus' house with his adoptive sister pinned up against the wall and her legs around his hips is probably the cleanest he's felt since he got to this ridiculous place. This is something he knows how to do. Something he can accomplish without doubt and loathing creeping in on his brain.

He flicks at that tiny bow with his fingertips, contemplating just yanking it the hell apart right now, his eyes flicking down to her breasts and then back up to her as she tugs on his hair, making him grunt and smile in response. ]

I want to be inside you right the fuck now. I want to hear what noises you make when I fill you up. I want to see if I can just fuck you right against this wall and if you can stay quiet enough to not wake the house. I want to make you scream the house down. I want Isabelle. I burn.

[ His words are harsh and fierce, and he leans in and bites the plump bottom lip she's been worrying at with her teeth before he finally, finally kisses her. He isn't shy about it. He's demanding. Hungry. Taking whatever she'll give him. ]