Her hands found his wrists, trying to anchor herself, but he grabbed her arms and pinned them against her stomach, leaning over to kiss the side of her neck while his thrusts grew harder, faster, merciless. The pleasure burned through her body, overwhelming every thought.
“Mmm… Magnus,” she moaned, and the sound spurred him on. He spun her again, this time lowering her onto the edge of the pool so she sat with her legs draped over his shoulders. The new angle drove him impossibly deep, hitting places that made her cry out uncontrollably.
He didn’t let her rest, his hands roaming over her body as he leaned in to kiss her lips hungrily, his tongue teasing hers while his hips never stopped moving. She wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding into him as he continued to thrust, his hands kneading her thighs, keeping her pressed exactly where he wanted her.
“Oh God… I can’t—” she gasped, but he silenced her with a hard, deep thrust that made her shiver uncontrollably.
He was relentless, shifting her again so she was straddling him now, riding his length. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she rode him, her movements desperate and fevered. He groaned, gripping her hips tightly, helping her find the perfect rhythm, making her cry out again and again.
The night air, the sound of the water, the slick heat between them—it all blended into a haze of sensation. Her legs quaked, her back arched, and just when she thought she might collapse from the pleasure, he whispered in her ear, voice rough with need,
“I’m not done.”
And then he drove into her again, harder, deeper, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that left no room for anything but the raw, consuming intensity of their desire.
***
An hour later, Sophia and Magnus stepped out of the swimming court. The night air hit them, cool against their damp skin. Near the curb, Harold and Gregory were standing by their cars, talking in low tones. The engines idled quietly, a soft hum threading through the stillness.
Harold looked up first, blinking in surprise.
“You guys finally came out?” he said, a hint of incredulity in his voice. “What took you so long?”
His gaze drifted to Sophia, lingering just a moment too long on her damp hair clinging to her neck and the flush still warming her cheeks. Harold’s brow furrowed ever so slightly as he leaned toward Gregory, lowering his voice.
“He didn’t compete as roughly with her as he does with me… did he?”
Sophia’s face was still slightly flustered, warmth lingering beneath her skin. Feeling suddenly self-conscious under their attention, she instinctively tried to step away, giving the three men space to talk.
She barely made it one step.
Magnus reached out without looking, caught her hand, and pulled her straight back to his side.
Her feet halted mid-step.
Surprise flashed through her—followed quickly by embarrassment—as she felt his fingers lace through hers. Herheart skipped, her shoulders stiffening as she stood there, trapped neatly at his side.
Gregory cleared his throat loudly, breaking the moment. “Alright,” he said, glancing between them with obvious interest. “We’re heading to a bar. You two want to come out drinking, or are you going back?”
Magnus turned his head slightly and looked down at her, one brow lifting as his grip on her hand didn’t loosen.
“You wanna go drinking?”
Sophia shook her head, strands of damp hair brushing her cheek. “I have work tomorrow. It’s better to go home.”
Magnus lifted his gaze and turned back to Harold and Gregory. “We’re going home.”
Gregory’s lips curved into a knowing smirk. He leaned closer, lowering his voice so only Magnus could hear. “So… youdolike her.”
“Who said I like her?” Magnus ground out in the same low tone. He shoved Gregory away dismissively, irritation flashing as he shot him a sharp glare.
Harold’s gaze drifted between Sophia and Magnus before he spoke, breaking the tension. “I’ve already asked for your car to be brought out of the parking. It’s waiting for you on the street.”
Magnus glanced briefly at Harold, acknowledging him with a short nod.
Then his eyes returned to Sophia’s.
“Let’s go.”
