She glanced at the small cut.
Her expression shifted instantly—relief flashing first, then anger.
Her brows tightened.
“You lied to me?” she snapped, shoving at his shoulders. “Was it fun? Scaring me like that?”
But he didn’t move.
Instead, he leaned down—
And kissed her.
The force of it silenced her instantly.
His lips moved against hers again and again, rough, desperate, not giving her time to breathe before pulling her back in.
By the time he pulled away, her breathing was uneven.
“You worried about me,” he murmured, his forehead almost touching hers. “That means you still love me.”
“I don’t—” she tried to argue.
But he kissed her again, cutting her off.
“Then I’ll make you,” he whispered against her lips.
Before she could react, his lips crashed against hers.
His grip tightened around Sophia’s hand, pulling it up and guiding it beneath his t-shirt, pressing her palm against his abs. His muscles flexed under her touch, hard and warm, his body burning with restrained intensity.
He cupped her face again and kissed her fiercely, his mouth claiming hers with urgency. His body pressed into hers, urging a response, his lips moving over hers with desperate hunger.
Sophia’s hands slipped free from beneath his shirt and moved to his shoulders. As his tongue brushed against her lips, her hand slid higher—curling around his throat, tightening just slightly.
She pulled back.
Reluctantly, Magnus did the same. Their lips parted, the break sharp and unwilling. His brows furrowed, his breath heavy, uneven.
“Let me please you,” he rasped, his voice rough and strained.
His fingers slid into her hair, holding her close, his lips hovering just inches away.
His fingers slid into her hair, holding her close, his lips hovering just inches away.
But Sophia pushed him back.
Her hand remained at his throat as she guided him, and though her strength was light, he followed without resistance. She pressed him down onto the bed, his body sinking into the mattress as his hands gripped the sheets.
Then she climbed over him.
Her dress slid up her thighs as she straddled him, her knees pressing into the bed on either side of him. Her gaze lowered to him, dark and intent.
Her grip on his throat tightened slightly as she leaned down.
Her lips brushed his neck.
Soft at first.
