Chapter 11 Say My Name #2
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 of her 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 kitchen and 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.
“Magnus…” she cried out again, her voice breaking as her hands slid into his hair, gripping tightly, fingers tangling as she held him in place.
His teeth sank down suddenly, making her gasp—pain and pleasure crashing together so sharply it stole the breath from her lungs.
His hand moved at the same time, sliding down her leg from her ankle, up along her calf, then higher—past her thigh to her waist. His fingers found the tie of her skirt, tugging it loose before pushing the fabric aside.
A second later, his hand slipped between her legs, his palm pressing against her through the thin barrier of her panties. His thumb pressed down.
Sophia’s breath hitched violently. Her hand dropped from his hair to his wrist, gripping it tightly as if to steady herself.
“Magnus… I—”
Her words broke apart, completely lost.
Before she could gather herself, his mouth left her chest, trailing down over her stomach. Her body arched instinctively under him, but he didn’t stop. With a sudden, impatient motion, he lifted her off the counter and carried her away.
Her arms wrapped around him as he moved toward the living room, his mouth already back on her neck—kissing, licking, sucking with rough, hungry urgency. He didn’t give her even a second to breathe, as if he didn’t want her to forget the feel of him for even a moment.
He dropped her onto the couch, and at the same time, his hands went to her skirt, dragging it down without hesitation. The fabric slipped over her hips and down her legs before he tossed it aside.
His fingers hooked into her panties next, pulling them down just as quickly.
The moment they were gone, his gaze dropped.
Something dark flashed in his eyes.
His hand slid up her thigh, gripping the soft flesh firmly as he pulled her closer to the edge. And then—
He lowered his head.
His mouth found her instantly.
A sharp breath tore from her throat as his lips pressed against her, tasting her, his tongue moving without hesitation—slow at first, then harder, more desperate. He sucked and licked again and again, like he couldn’t get enough.
Sophia’s body jerked, her hands clutching at the couch as her breath came out in broken gasps.
He didn’t slow down.
His grip tightened on her thigh as his mouth moved against her with relentless hunger, as if he had been starving and she was the only thing that could satisfy him.
Her body trembled under him, her back arching sharply as the sensations built faster than she could handle.
“Ah—!”
Her voice broke, breathless and unsteady, completely out of her control.
Everything blurred—her thoughts, her resistance, even her awareness until there was nothing left but him.
Sophia’s body trembled as a sharp breath tore from her lips. She tried to steady herself, to control her breathing, but it was impossible. He was too relentless.
His mouth moved over her again and again, taking over every inch of her, licking and sucking with a hunger that refused to slow.
Then—
His tongue slipped deeper, finding her most sensitive spot. The moment he did, he closed his lips around it, sucking hard, his teeth grazing just enough to send a sharp jolt through her.
Sophia’s back arched violently, her body lifting off the couch as she struggled to hold herself together. Her breath came out in broken gasps, her chest rising and falling too fast.
It was too much.
“Mmh…”
The sound broke from her without control.
But he didn’t stop. He didn’t give her even a second to recover. His tongue flicked over her again and again, before sliding lower—moving between her, tasting her everywhere.
Her hands clenched against the couch, gripping tightly just to keep herself from collapsing completely. Her entire body shook under him, every nerve pulled tight as he continued without mercy.
And then, her voice broke.
“Ahhh…!”
Her body gave in completely, the tension snapping as the wave crashed through her.
Her hips jerked as she tried to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but he didn’t let her.
His hands tightened, holding her firmly in place.
And he didn’t stop.
The moment she shifted, his mouth found her again, licking hungrily, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure. He devoured her like a starving man, insatiable, completely lost in the taste of her.
His body burned with need, his hardness straining, demanding release—but still, he stayed there, savoring her as if nothing else mattered.
His tongue teased along her folds, slow at first, then deeper. His teeth grazed her sensitive nub before he took it into his mouth, sucking gently, pulling a broken cry from her lips.
“Magnus—!” Sophia sobbed, her nails digging into his neck as she tried to draw him closer.
He didn’t slow.
If anything, he grew more relentless.
His tongue slid deeper, stroking her, pushing into her soft heat, flicking with precise, practiced movements that made her body jolt.
“Ahhh… Magnus!” she cried out, her body trembling beneath him.
He consumed her completely, licking, tasting, taking everything she gave him. The scent, the heat, the way she reacted, it drove him further, deeper into his hunger.
Her body began to tighten, her release building fast—
And Magnus felt it.
Instead of easing, he pushed harder.
Faster.
His tongue moved with ruthless intensity, his eyes fixed on her as she came undone beneath him.
“Magnus!” Her scream tore through the air as pleasure crashed over her, her body clenching, trembling, breaking apart.
His fingers joined in, finding her again, rubbing her in a fast, steady rhythm that stole the breath from her lungs. At the same time, he pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her slowly.
“God—ahhh—!” she cried, her body writhing, her hands shooting down to grab his, completely overwhelmed.
“Magnus…” she pleaded, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks as her body shook.
But he wasn’t done.
“Not yet,” he murmured darkly.