When her legs weakened completely, Magnus caught her before she could fall. He lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom.
He laid her carefully on the bed. Her body was trembling, completely drained. She leaned forward weakly, resting against him. Magnus gently untied the belt from her wrists, noticing the red marks it had left. He tossed it aside and adjusted her on the bed so she could lie down properly.
She trembled, her body spent from coming over and over, but it still wasn’t enough. Her muscles shook uncontrollably as Magnus climbed over her again, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.
This time, his touch was gentle, careful, almost tender as he lowered himself over her.
Then, he slid down between her legs, his tongue finding her once more. He teased and tormented her with relentless precision, making her whimper and writhe beneath him. Hours seemed to stretch as he drew out her pleasure, until finally, desperate andtrembling, she clung to him like a needy woman, silently begging for his shaft.
Chapter 4 Relationships
The early morning sun slipped through the curtains and landed right on Sophia’s face. The warmth made her stir. Her brows knit together as she tried to hide from the light, lashes fluttering before her eyes finally opened.
A slow breath brushed against the side of her neck.
A ticklish sensation followed.
Her body stiffened.
Sophia tilted her head down.
Magnus’s face was buried in the crook of her shoulder, his nose pressed to her skin, his breath warm and damp. Every exhale skimmed her throat, sending a faint, helpless shiver down her spine. His body was sprawled over hers. His one leg was hooked over both of hers, locking her in place, and his arm lay heavy across her waist, trapping her beneath him. His fingers twitched slightly against her side, tightening unconsciously.
Her heart began to pound.
They were skin to skin. Completely naked. His chest against hers. The sheet tangled low around their hips, barely covering anything, rising and falling with their uneven breaths.
A sharp gasp burst from her mouth. She shot upright so fast the mattress bounced, the blanket sliding away. The sudden motion made her sway, her hand flying to the bed for support as panic exploded in her head.
Beside her, Magnus groaned at the disturbance, a deep, displeased sound pulled from his chest. His brows drew together, irritation flashing across his face as sleep was dragged away from him. He shifted, muscles flexing, then lifted his head from the pillow and looked at her through heavy, half-lidded eyes.
Their gazes met.
Sophia looked horrified, frozen, breathing fast, arms trembling at her sides.
Magnus looked… bothered. Annoyed. As if she had woken him for no good reason.
He ran a hand through his messy hair, pushing it back, jaw tight, voice rough and low from sleep. “Why are you staring at me like that?” he muttered. “You’re the one who attacked me last night.”
Sophia gasped. Her lips parted but no words came out at first. Her head shook wildly in denial.
“How can I do…thisto you?! You did it to me!” she snapped, her voice cracking at the end, half anger, half panic.
Magnus’s eyes dropped lazily from her face to her chest.
Instinctively, Sophia followed his gaze.
She was sitting straight up. The blanket had slipped to her lap. Her upper body was completely exposed, morning light pouring over her bare skin.
Her face burned red.
She crossed her arms over her chest at lightning speed, shoulders curling inward, but it was too late—he had already seen. His eyes had darkened, sleep vanishing from them.
Before she could even move away, Magnus suddenly reached out.
His hand clamped around her waist, hot, fingers digging into her skin, and in one swift motion he dragged her back down onto the mattress.
The bed dipped hard beneath them.
