“Magnus…” she breathed.
That was when his control slipped. Whatever restraint he had left shattered. He released her wrists, one hand gripping her waist while the other slid to the back of her head, holding her still.
Before she could catch her breath, she felt his hand move lower, cupping her breast. The weight of her chest filled his palm, leaving her breathless as his fingers tightened at her waist and slid down between her legs from behind, rubbing her insistently.
Sophia gasped, her breaths spiraling out of control. He stayed relentless, demanding, pressing into her until her body trembled.
“Oh God,” she whimpered as her body reacted helplessly, trapped in his hold. He did not release her. Instead, hecontinued, over and over, until she was shaking against him, boneless in his arms.
She tried to breathe, but it was impossible. His mouth kept roaming over her neckline and throat, stealing every breath before she could take it. Then she felt his hand slide around her thigh, moving up along her hip, her waist, and then to the side of her breast. His fingers brushed the zipper along her side and pulled it down. The fabric slipped away effortlessly, and her swimsuit loosened.
“Magnus,” she gasped, her hand lifting instinctively to grab his wrist, trying to pull the swimsuit back into place. He stopped her at once. His hand closed over her breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. He rolled it slowly, then flicked it again and again, before pinching it between his fingers until she was left completely at his mercy.
He pushed the swimsuit down, the straps slipping from her shoulders as the fabric slid away and fell from her body. The next second, his hands wrapped around her hips, lifting her effortlessly and setting her on the edge of the swimming pool.
Without hesitation, he tugged the remaining fabric down from her hips and removed it completely, leaving her bare before his eyes.
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Before she could even catch her breath, he grabbed one of her legs and pulled it over his shoulder. His other hand held her hip firmly as he drew her closer. His mouth lowered between her thighs, lips closing over her heat as his tongue slid out.
“Ah,” Sophia cried out, her hands falling back to brace herself against the edge as her body jolted. He kept her legs secured, his grip tight, his mouth moving over her again and again.
She trembled, trying to regain control, but it was impossible. His mouth was relentless, her breaths uneven, her body responding helplessly to the rough intensity of his actions. Her hands found his shoulders, unsure whether she was pulling him closer or trying to push him away.
He licked her without pause, his tongue sliding over her softness, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it before taking it into his mouth. He flicked his tongue again and again, unhurried and merciless.
“Mmh,” Sophia moaned, her fingers tightening as she struggled to control her breathing. Her legs began to shake, her thighs trembling around his head. The sensations grew overwhelming, impossible to contain.
“Oh God….” She tried to push him away when the sensations grew too overwhelming to bear, but instead he tightened his hold, his mouth growing even more insistent, refusing to give her any relief.
Just as she reached the edge and the sensations threatened to consume her completely, he suddenly pulled away.
He climbed out of the swimming pool, water cascading down his toned chest as he moved straight over her. The wet heat of his body pressed against hers, slick skin sliding against slick skin, chest pressing against hers with a coldness that made her gasp.
Without breaking away, he slid his shorts down his hips and legs, tossing them aside carelessly. His full, hard length pressed against her, slick and ready, as he settled over her. Water dripped from both of them, pooling beneath them. The scent of her, warm and intoxicating, made him lose every shred of control.
His hand slid along his length, guiding himself to her entrance. Slowly, he entered her, filling her completely. His mouth roamed over her skin, licking and kissing, tracing every curve he could reach. She gasped, chest rising and falling, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
His thrusts were deep, hard, in and out, sliding to the hilt and then pulling back before plunging again.
“Magnus,” Sophia moaned, and the sound made his chest ache with a sudden surge of desire. He moved faster, harder, his hips driving in a rough, commanding rhythm, pulling back only to thrust deep again.
“Oh God,” she cried, her body shuddering around him, soaking him completely with her release but it wasn’t enough for him. His length was still rigid inside her, demanding more.
He slowed only slightly, but his thrusts remained deep and punishing, making her whole body shake as the stimulation ignited fire through every nerve. She was utterly consumed by him.
“Ahh… oh God,” she moaned again, wrapping her hands around his neck, trying to anchor herself, but he didn’t relent. His mouth descended on her soft mound, licking and sucking with insatiable hunger, his tongue flicking over her soft bud again and again. His hips continued to drive mercilessly, leaving her no choice but to take everything he gave her.
Seconds later, she felt his body shudder as a deep groan escaped him. His thrusts became slower but no less intense, hard and precise, until the tension between them finally eased.
She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her heart racing, trembling beneath him as he held her close. Even in the aftermath, every inch of her body still burned with the imprint of his control.
She barely had a moment to catch her breath before he lifted her effortlessly, spinning her around so that she faced away from him. Her back pressed against his chest, and she felt his hardened length pressing at her entrance once again.
“Stay still,” he growled into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. His hands gripped her hips tightly, lifting her slightly so he could slide inside with one deep thrust. She gasped, her body arching instinctively into him.
This time, he moved differently—slow at first, savoring her tightness, then building into a punishing rhythm. His chest pressed against her back, and she could feel every movement of him, every inch of him filling her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but it was impossible.
