Chapter 11 Say My Name #3
His grip tightened on her waist, holding her in place as his fingers moved faster, harder, refusing to give her escape. Her body twisted under him, caught between pleasure and helplessness.
“Magnus… please… I’m so close…” she sobbed, her voice breaking.
And that was all it took.
Her body shattered again, another wave crashing through her, stronger, deeper. She cried out, completely undone.
Still, he didn’t stop.
He worked her through it, every shudder, every tremor, until she had nothing left to give.
Only then did he move.
He slid up her body, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
Sophia clung to him instantly, her arms locking around his neck, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t bear even an inch of distance. His hands moved over her body, claiming her again and again.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her—flushed, trembling, completely his.
His eyes darkened.
Leaning close, his breath brushed her ear as he whispered, “Sophia… say my name.”
She drew in a shaky breath, her voice soft, filled with emotion.
“Magnus.”
A slow smile curved his lips.
His hand slid down her stomach, warm and possessive, while the other settled at her hip.
“I love the way you say my name,” he murmured, his voice rough, thick with desire. His eyes burned as he leaned closer. “Do you want me inside you?”
Sophia turned her head, meeting his dark, intense gaze. Her body trembled beneath him.
“Yes… please.”
Something in his expression darkened.
His hands slid along her back, slowly, almost soothingly, tracing her sides as if he wanted to savor the moment.
But it didn’t last.
Without warning, he moved.
In one hard thrust, he pushed into her.
Sophia gasped, her body jolting at the sudden fullness. A sharp cry broke from her lips.
“Ah—!”
Magnus’s breath turned ragged instantly, control slipping as desire took over.
He began to move—fast, hard—driving into her with deep, relentless thrusts.
His body pressed her down beneath him, his strength overwhelming, while his lips brushed her ear, licking softly in contrast to the force of his movements.
“Hah…” Sophia whimpered, her arms tightening around him.
Still, it wasn’t enough.
With a low breath, Magnus pulled out, his grip tightening on her hips as he flipped her over effortlessly. In the next second, he was inside her again from behind, thrusting deeper, faster.
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.
Magnus frowned, his hand catching the door before she could close it on him. He didn’t move back. Instead, he leaned in slightly.
“Wait.” His voice was low, almost coaxing. “We just spent the night together. You’re not even going to let me make you breakfast?”
Sophia flinched. Images from the night before flashed in her mind—his touch, his voice, the way he had completely broken down her walls like they were nothing.
Her stomach twisted.
She hadn’t planned any of it. Not the night. Not him.
But he had a way of breaking through her defenses, tearing them down piece by piece until she didn’t even realize when she stopped resisting… and started wanting.
“No,” she snapped, pushing him again, more desperate now. “Just—get out.”
She pushed him again, harder.
Magnus’s gaze dropped to her bare shoulder.
The shift in his expression was immediate—his eyes darkening, heat replacing irritation. His hand lifted almost instinctively, brushing against her exposed skin before sliding upward, fingers grazing her collarbone… her neckline.
His thumb moved softly, tracing her skin like he had all the time in the world.
Her body betrayed her instantly.
A shiver ran through her, her breath catching as heat curled low in her stomach.
Magnus stepped again—undoing all the distance she had just fought to create. His head dipped slightly, his voice lowering, rougher now, filled with something dangerous.
“Let me put you back to sleep first…” he murmured near her ear. “Then I’ll leave. I promise.”
Sophia’s heart slammed against her ribs.
The meaning behind his words, the way his hand still rested against her skin—it pulled at her, dragged her back toward that dangerous edge she had barely escaped.
For one second… she almost gave in.
Her fingers twitched.
Then she snapped out of it.
She grabbed his wrist and shoved it away from her like it burned.
“No need.” Her breath turned uneven, coming out heavier with each second. She forced herself to hold his gaze. “Just… leave.”
Something flickered across his face—displeasure… maybe even disappointment. His jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line.
Before he could say anything—before she could change her own mind—she stepped forward, pressing both hands against his chest and pushing him out the door.
“Go.”
The door slammed shut with a sharp bang.
Her back hit it instantly.
A shaky breath tore out of her as her chest rose and fell rapidly, her palms pressing flat against the wood behind her like it was the only thing holding her up. Her eyes squeezed shut, her brows pulling together as she tried to steady herself—tried to quiet the storm inside her.
But it didn’t stop.
The urge to open the door… to pull him back inside… was so strong it scared her.
Her fingers curled into tight fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to stay where she was.
Don’t move.
Don’t open it.
Don’t—
She held her breath, listening.
A few seconds later, footsteps sounded from the other side of the door… slow… then fading.
Her heart pounded louder in her ears.
Then silence.
Another moment passed.
The sharp sound of a car engine starting broke through the quiet, followed by it driving away, the noise gradually disappearing into the distance.
Only then did her body give in.
A trembling exhale left her lips as her strength drained all at once. Her shoulders slumped, and she slid slightly against the door, barely holding herself up.