Lyney’s magic shows were always exciting— and being the magician’s lover only made the experience all the more thrilling. But before he goes on stage, he has you behind the curtains, lips against yours, locked in a sensual embrace.

He claimed he needed a ‘good luck kiss’ for his show— but now your body is pressed against the wall, and the awaiting audience seemed to be the last thing on both his mind and yours.

“Just one more, mon ange,” his voice was breathy, a grin on his face. “I need all the luck I can get.” His voice was breathy, lips hardly leaving yours before he’s crashing into you again.