Chapter 14 You Lied To Me? #3
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.
Then slower… deeper.
Her kisses melted into his skin, her tongue flicking out in teasing strokes along his throat. She moved upward—his jaw, his cheek, his ear—her breath warm, then hot against his skin before trailing back down again.
Her pace shifted.
Faster.
Hungrier.
Sophia pressed her mouth harder against his neck, her kisses turning wet and desperate. Her teeth grazed his skin, her lips sucking gently, leaving warmth behind.
Magnus’s breathing deepened, her scent filling him, pushing him closer to the edge.
She moved from one side of his neck to the other—licking, kissing, biting—each touch driving him further.
A low groan escaped him.
His restraint snapped.
His hands shot to her waist, pulling her down flush against him. Her body pressed tightly to his, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
His fingers dug into her hips, gripping her firmly as his touch moved lower, sliding over her through the thin barrier of her clothes, feeling the heat there.
Still, she didn’t stop.
Her mouth continued its slow torment—trailing from his collarbone to his neck, then up again, never giving him a moment to breathe.
Magnus growled low in his throat.
His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to him. His eyes darkened as he leaned in, his mouth finding her skin instantly.
He bit.
Then soothed it with his tongue.
Again.
And again.
Red marks bloomed across her delicate skin as he lost himself in her.
“Ahh…” Sophia’s soft moans slipped free despite herself.
“Just a little more,” he murmured against her skin, his voice dark and thick.
He bit down once more before licking over the mark, slow and deliberate.
Then his patience broke completely.
His hand gripped the neckline of her dress and pulled—hard.
The fabric stretched, then gave way, sliding down and exposing her to him.
His hand moved instantly, cupping her softness, his thumb brushing over her hardened peak with gentle strokes.
He caught her earlobe between his teeth, biting down lightly before drawing it into his mouth, sucking slowly.
Sophia’s breath hitched, her body twitching beneath him as the sudden sensitivity made her shiver.
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.”
When the doctor gives Amara Hawk her death sentence, it hurts less than the truth she has endured for a year.
The husband she had loved all her life never loved her back.
She had worshipped Elias Creed. Prayed for him. Dreamed of becoming his wife.
Her wish had come true. But reality was crueler than she ever imagined. He didn’t even want to touch her.
Everywhere she goes, people whisper—
“She’s just a spoiled princess.”
“A vicious woman who forced a billionaire into marriage.”
“A shameless girl desperate for a ring.”
The day Amara learns she is dying, she calls the man she loves most, her hands trembling.
He hangs up.
That night, she abandons her pride, her dignity, her self-respect—and begs him like a cheap woman to sleep with her.
He recoils from her as if she is poison.
In that moment, overwhelming humiliation spreads through her, breaking something she can never fix.
Soon after, he leaves the country.
She survives the surgeries alone.
She buries her love alone.
So when Elias finally returns, ready to claim his wife,
Amara has only one thing left to give him.
A divorce.
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