His lips moved down her body, trailing over her skin before closing around her nipple. He sucked hungrily, pulling it deeper into his mouth, making it harden further under his attention.
At the same time, his hand slid down, gripping the soft curve of her ass, squeezing firmly. His fingers moved between her thighs, pressing through the thin fabric, rubbing slowly over her most sensitive spot.
“Ah… Magnus…” Sophia moaned, her voice trembling as her head fell back.
***
Sophia lay on the bed, her body exhausted.
She shifted slightly, pulling the pillow under her head as she sank into it, her skin damp with sweat, her breathing still uneven.
Magnus’s lips brushed along her back. He moved upward, his touch unhurried, tracing along her spine, up to her neck.
When he reached her ear, his breath was warm.
“My turn,” he murmured softly.
“I can’t…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I need to get some sleep…”
She didn’t even finish her words before she drifted off, her voice hoarse, her body going still in exhaustion.
Magnus lifted his head slightly, his gaze settling on her face. A faint smile tugged at his lips. His eyes flickered to the clock on the wall—it was already the evening of the next day.
They hadn’t left the bed for almost an entire day.
He lowered his head again, his lips brushing near her ear as he whispered softly, “Do you love me?”
Sophia didn’t respond. She was asleep, too tired to even stir.
His lips lingered against her ear, tracing slowly before moving down again.
Her eyes fluttered open, her brows pulling together. “Not again…” she murmured weakly.
But Magnus’s hand came up, gripping her face gently, turning her toward him. His lips crashed against hers as he murmured against her mouth, “Do you love me now?”
His hand slid down her waist, moving lower, slipping between her legs, pressing his fingers against her nub and flicking.
“Oh… God…” she whimpered, her body jerking slightly.
“I love you… I… love you…” she said, her voice breaking, defeated.
Magnus smiled, satisfied.
He pressed his lips against her again, then moved lower, shifting her onto her back as he continued, replacing his fingers with his mouth.
“Magnus…” she whimpered, her hips arching instinctively.
“I love you too,” he whispered against her skin.
He didn’t stop until her body trembled beneath him, until her breaths turned uneven, until her vision blurred and stars filled her sight.
She finally fell asleep, too overwhelmed to even breathe properly.
And still, he didn’t let her go.
***
“You have three months to live.”
