Instead of slowing down, he grew even more relentless. After teasing her with his fingers, he lowered his head and took it into his mouth, sucking firmly.
“Ohhh…” Sophia’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her body burning.
He was just as desperate as she was. The more he touched her, the hungrier he became. No matter how much they kissed, it didn’t feel enough. Her body pressed tightly against him, heat against heat, while she tried to control the sharp breaths escaping her lips. But controlling herself was impossible.
His mouth shifted to the other side. He cupped her firmly and repeated the same slow, consuming attention. His tongue moved over her skin, unhurried yet demanding, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her.
Sophia’s hands gripped the counter behind her. The cool marble against her palms was the only solid thing grounding her. Everything else felt like fire. The more she tried to hold herself together, the harder it became.
“Hahhhh…” she cried again, her voice trembling.
His mouth slid down from her chest to her stomach, kissing and licking along her heated skin. He traced a slow path down to her navel, his tongue circling lightly before continuing lower. Her entire body tensed as he moved between her thighs.
When she felt his mouth on her most sensitive place, a broken sound escaped her. It was overwhelming—relief and need crashing into her at once. Her fingers tightened against the counter as his mouth moved against her.
“Oh God…” she gasped, her body trembling under the intensity, barely able to hold herself upright as sensation flooded through her.
It overwhelmed her so completely that breathing became impossible. Every slow movement of his mouth made her more impatient. Her hands slipped from the counter and flew to the back of his head, trying to hold him there, trying to pull him closer.
But Magnus reacted instantly. He caught her wrist and pulled it down. He lifted his head, his mouth leaving her, and their eyes met.
“I told you,” he growled in a low, warning voice, “I’m the one who will be in control today. Don’t make me stop!”
Sophia was trembling, her entire body shaking. All she could manage was a weak nod.
A slow smirk curved his lips as he saw something in her expression that was rarely there—obedience.
“Good girl,” he murmured darkly. “But I don’t trust you.”
The next second, he bent down and opened one of the drawers beneath the counter. He pulled out a belt and, before she could react, brought her hands behind her back and secured them tightly.
“Don’t tie me up… I won’t do it again,” Sophia whispered, her voice shaky and breathless.
He ignored her plea, fastening the belt firmly in place. Then he gripped her legs and lifted them onto the counter so her heels rested against the cool marble. Her knees bent, her back pressing against the mirror, leaving her completely exposed before him.
His hands settled on her hips, holding her steady.
Then his mouth returned to her.
“Oh Goddd!” Sophia cried out, her chest burning as relief and tension crashed through her at the same time. He moved slowly at first, then with deliberate intensity, alternating between teasing and deep, consuming attention. Every few seconds, he would pause, only to continue again, making it impossible for her to steady her breathing.
“Hah… ahh… ahhh…” Her body arched helplessly, trapped beneath his control.
He didn’t rush. He took his time, letting the sensation build higher and higher. His movements were precise, unrelenting, pushing her further until she could no longer hold back.
A broken cry escaped her as the overwhelming pleasure swept through her body. She trembled violently, completely undone.
Even then, he didn’t stop. He continued, drawing out every last reaction, until her body went weak and breathless beneath him.
“Oh…” Sophia trembled violently, her bound hands pressing helplessly against the mirror behind her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, and he took full advantage of it. Within minutes, her body began to shake all over again. Her legs tried to close on instinct, but he caught them firmly and pushed them wider, holding her open as his mouth returned to its steady, consuming rhythm.
Even when he paused for breath, he didn’t truly stop.
His own body was tense, his desire obvious, but he ignored it. Instead, one hand slid down to himself, stroking slowly, controlled, refusing to let himself finish. He didn’t want release—not yet. Not when he could feel her reacting to him like this.
He had never experienced pleasure like this before—watching her unravel beneath him, tasting her, feeling her lose control. It was intoxicating.
Sophia tried to shift away when the sensation became too overwhelming, but he held her firmly in place and intensified his movements.
