He moved to her ear, his breath hot against her skin before trailing lower along her jaw, down to her neck.
Sophia shuddered.
Her knees weakened, her body giving in to the overwhelming rush of it but he didn’t let her fall.
Without breaking the rhythm, he bent slightly, his hands sliding down to lift her, hooking beneath her knees and pulling her up against him.
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.
The sudden closeness made her gasp, her fingers clutching at his shirt as he held her firmly in place, his grip unyielding.
His mouth moved over her neck, unrestrained now, leaving no part untouched. Each brush of his lips sent another wave through her, her head tipping back as her breathing grew heavier, more unsteady.
Magnus’s eyes fell shut, his senses drowning in the heat of her skin and her scent. Everything else faded away. The only thing he could think about was her—tasting her, touching her—as if he had been starved of this for far too long.
His jaw tightened, his body reacting instantly, the hard length of him straining against his pants. Yet he didn’t rush to free himself. Her taste was already intense enough to drive him to the edge.
He lowered his head again, lips pressing to her neck, sucking over and over. His hand moved up, fingers brushing the line ofher collar before slipping to the first button of her shirt. One by one, he undid them, impatience slipping through his control.
His hand slid inside, finding the soft curve of her bra. He pushed it aside, his palm closing around the heavy weight of her breast, lifting it, feeling it fill his hand.
But just as he tightened his grip, she stirred.
A second later, she pulled back. Her breathing was uneven, almost unsteady, her body trembling as she struggled to catch her breath. Her hands pushed weakly at him, trying to create space.
The interruption only made something in him snap.
“Stop resisting,” he growled, his voice low and edged with frustration as he pulled her back against him.
He adjusted her in his hold, lifting her slightly as his head dipped again, seeking her once more—his focus returning to the soft swell of her chest, trying to reach higher, to claim more.
But Sophia pushed at his shoulder again, more firmly this time.
“Magnus…” she breathed, her voice soft—more a weak moan than a protest.
“Hmm?” he responded, the sound low, distracted, almost careless.
She tried again to push at his shoulder, but he didn’t let her go. If anything, her resistance only made him more relentless. His mouth pressed harder against her skin, frustration building as he struggled to reach what he wanted most. Every inch of him felt tight with need, his control thinning with every second.
Without warning, he turned her around, pulling her away from the wall. In a few quick steps, he carried her toward the kitchenand set her down on the counter. Her hips hit the cold marble as he stepped back just enough to look at her.
His lips parted slightly, his gaze dark and heated as it fixed on the exposed skin of her chest. Hunger flashed across his expression. He ran his tongue over his lips before reaching for her again.
His hand closed around her mound, and this time he didn’t hesitate. He lowered his head and took her into his mouth.
“Mmh…” a low moan escaped him, satisfaction finally breaking through as he found what he had been seeking for so long.
Sophia’s head fell back instantly, her body reacting before she could stop it. A sharp wave of sensation ran through her, making her tremble.
“Ah—” the sound slipped from her lips, unsteady and breathless.
Her fingers scrambled for support, one hand gripping the marble counter as she struggled to stay upright. His mouth moved against her with an almost desperate intensity, as if he had been holding back for far too long.
His other hand moved to her other side, pushing the fabric aside until more of her was exposed. He shifted, switching his attention without pause.
Her breathing grew uneven, turning harsh as she tried to hold herself together. But it was useless. The soft sounds escaping her became louder, less controlled, each one betraying her more than the last.
Her thoughts blurred, slipping away completely, leaving nothing behind but the overwhelming sensation of him—like he was consuming her piece by piece, as if he had been starving and she was the only thing that could satisfy him.
