Each movement stole her breath.
His mouth roamed over her skin, kissing, sucking, leaving marks in his wake.
“Magnus…” she cried, her voice breaking.
The intensity sent her spiraling. Her back arched, her fingers clutching the pillow as her body trembled, chasing more—needing more.
And he gave it.
But never for long.
He shifted again, gripping her leg and lifting it high as he pulled back. The sudden emptiness made her shudder, anticipation tightening inside her.
Then he pushed in again.
This time slower.
Deeper.
He watched her reaction, feeling the way her body tightened around him, drawing him in, refusing to let go. Each thrust made her gasp, her body trembling beneath him.
The way she responded, it consumed him.
It was everything.
But still not enough.
With a sudden movement, Magnus flipped her onto her back again, driving into her deeply. He hovered over her, his rhythm turning rough, demanding, almost punishing.
Wild.
Impatient.
Completely lost in her.
Sophia moaned, the heat building rapidly, spreading through her body until it felt like she was burning from the inside out. Her eyes shimmered, her body aching, craving every bit of what he gave her.
It didn’t take long.
The pressure snapped.
Her scream filled the room as she came again, her body shaking violently beneath him, leaving her breathless, her throat dry from the force of it.
But Magnus didn’t stop.
He shifted once more, turning her onto her side while keeping himself pressed close, his movements never breaking, never slowing.
All he wanted was to stay inside her.
To lose himself in her completely.
***
Sophia shoved her palm against Magnus’s chest.
“Get out,” she said, her voice tight, breath uneven.
The loose bathrobe slipped off one shoulder, exposing warm skin, but she didn’t bother fixing it. She just kept forcing him back toward the door.
