Magnus thrust into me with deep, powerful strokes, his hands gripping my hips tightly. The sound of his body meeting mine echoed in the room, mixed with my moans and his low, guttural groans. Every thrust sent another wave of pleasure rippling through me until I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Magnus, I'm close," I gasped, my voice trembling.
His pace quickened, his body tensing behind me. "Come for me," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
With one final thrust, the pleasure exploded, consuming me completely. My cries filled the air as I felt him release inside me, his warmth spreading through my body. We collapsed onto the bed, both of us breathless and trembling.
Magnus turned to me, a small, satisfied smile on his lips. "We should clean up," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
