She moved to the other side of his neck, her mouth unhurried, but it only made the tension worse. A low sound escaped him before he grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Their eyes locked—dark, heated, wild.
“Tonight,” he growled in a low, angry voice, “I’m the one who’s going to be in control.”
Sophia breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling again and again. She tried to lean in to kiss him, unable to control herself, but he tightened his grip on her hair. The next moment, his mouth found her neck.
He kissed from just below her ear down to her collarbone, licking and sucking at her skin. His tongue slid over her damp flesh, circling the same spot again and again until it turned red. Water splashed around them from the bathtub, echoing softly in the silent bathroom, but neither of them paid attention.
Magnus kept her under control. One of his hands captured both her wrists and pulled them behind her back, holding them firmly in one large hand. His other hand slid from her hair to secure her arms as his mouth continued to trail along her neckline.
“Mmh…” Sophia cried softly, her breath hitching as it became harder and harder to breathe. His insistence only intensified. He licked over her skin while his other hand slid up her arm and down to her waist. His fingers gripped her hip tightly before gliding along the curve of her body, moving upward. His palm covered her breast, his fingers and thumb capturing the tip as he began to massage her slowly.
“Oh God…” Sophia grew more frantic with every touch. She tried to calm herself, but the more he touched her, the more it felt as if her body were on fire, as if she were losing herself completely.
In the next second, he pushed her back until her spine hit the edge of the bathtub. He climbed over her, towering above her as her hands flew to grip the rim tightly. Her upper body was completely exposed to his dark gaze.
“Hold on tightly,” he growled, his eyes locking onto hers.
Before she could understand what he meant, his mouth lowered. He bent down and took her bud into his mouth. Her breath caught instantly, turning shallow and uneven.
“Ahh…!”
He continued to suck, his tongue sliding over the sensitive skin before pulling away—only to do it again and again.
Sophia clung to the bathtub as if her life depended on it. Her body trembled, craving more even as he tormented her. After a long moment, he released her, only to kiss along the swell of her flesh, licking and sucking at her heated skin before moving to the other side and giving it the same slow, relentless attention.
“Ahh…” Sophia breathed out, trembling as she tried to steady herself. It was impossible. The way he touched her, over and over again, left her completely undone.
“Magnus…” she cried, her body trembling. Her hands shot out to grab his shoulders, trying to push him back—but he only became more insistent. He caught her wrists and pinned them against the bathtub, his mouth returning to her breast as if he had been starving for her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, her heels digging into him to pull him closer. The more she tried to breathe, the harder it became under his relentless, rough attention.
After a long moment, he finally lifted his head and met her eyes.
She was breathing as if she had run miles, chest rising and falling rapidly, barely able to steady herself.
Magnus’s fingers slid down her body to the leg wrapped around his waist. He gripped it firmly and pulled it outward, lifting it toward his mouth. He pressed a slow kiss to her toes, then traced his lips down to her heel. A sharp, ticklish sensation shotthrough her, making her gasp as her heart pounded wildly in her throat.
His mouth trailed slowly up her calf and over her thigh, kissing every inch with deliberate attention. His tongue followed, warm and slow, leaving her breathless. She felt like she was drowning in sensation, her entire body burning, trembling under his careful torture.
It was becoming impossible to endure.
His mouth lowered further, slipping between her thighs beneath the water. When he lifted his head again, she gasped sharply, a desperate sound rising in her throat before she could stop it.
Impatience took over. She tried to sit up and climb over him, trying to regain control—but he didn’t allow it.
He lifted his head and met her eyes, his expression dark.
“Don’t fight me,” he growled in a low, frustrated voice. “It’s my turn.”
Before she could respond, he gripped her hips and pulled her over his thighs. In one smooth movement, he stood up, lifting her out of the bathtub with him. Water dripped down their bodies as he carried her to the white bathroom counter and set her down on it.
His hands immediately caught her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Then his mouth crashed against hers, claiming her breath. She was breathing raggedly, chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm as she kissed him back desperately.
He sucked on her lower lip before moving to her upper lip, but he didn’t stay there long. Even though it seemed hard for him to stop, his mouth traveled down to her neck and near her ear.His lips moved over her skin, licking and kissing her in slow, impatient strokes, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Magnus,” she cried out, her breath heavy and impatient as his mouth slid down to her neck. He kissed and bit her skin. She could already feel the marks forming. Red spots bloomed across her neck as he continued, leaving visible traces of his hunger. The sensation burned in a painful, intoxicating way.
His mouth was rough, just as impatient as she was. He kissed along her throat again and again, marking her skin. He moved upward to her mouth, claiming her lips in a heated kiss. One of his hands slid down and covered her breast fully in his palm. His thumb flicked over the sensitive tip again and again, making it impossible for her to breathe steadily.
