Page 76 of Salt & Blood

She sucked and nipped at him, tasting him thoroughly.

All too suddenly, he withdrew from her mouth. She gasped, reeling backward in surprise. Before she fell rather ungracefully on her bare ass, Sol scooped her up, cradling her to his chest. She yelped in surprise, her arms coming around his neck. His eyes were wild and intense, but he managed a cocky half-smile.

“I told you I wanted your legs spread, my beautiful goddess. I don’t want to come until I’m between those glorious thighs of yours.”

She found herself laughing as he carried her to the bedroom. With ease, he deposited her onto the bed. She stared up at him with a smile, then spread her legs as he’d demanded.

A low sound rumbled from his throat as he climbed onto the bed, his body poised above hers. His golden hair hung from his head, tickling her shoulder and cheek. He kissed her, his mouth claiming hers with bruising intensity. She arched upward, leaning into his touch, craving him more and more. His tongue slid between her lips before colliding with hers. She moaned into his mouth, her arms coming around his neck to bring him closer.

His lips moved to her collarbone, dragging kisses along her neck until he stopped just above her breasts. He took her nipple in his mouth, then rolled his tongue over it again and again.

Pandora cried out, her head thrown back as lightning crackled in her veins. Gods above, she lost her mind when he licked her like that.

“Your—Your—” She broke off with a gasp when he caught her nipple between his teeth. Her mind emptied, and she lost all sense of where she was.

“My what?” he murmured against her breast.

Pandora blinked, dazed, struggling to recall what she’d been about to say. “Your tongue… is just as wicked.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. Much to her dismay, he withdrew from her breasts to look down at her, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “Ah, but how am I to resist such a perfect bosom?” His eyes held hers as he cupped a breast again, then squeezed the nipple between his two fingers.

Pandora’s hips rolled as a strangled sound poured from her mouth. “Gods, Sol…”

His other hand slid down her thigh before brushing between her legs. Her blood heated when he found the moisture gathered there. He dragged a finger along her center, then lifted that finger to his lips.

“Mmm.” He licked his finger, his eyes still on her. “So delicious.”

“Sol,” Pandora rasped. It was all she could manage; only his name.

“When I said you drive me mad,” he said, leaning in so his nose brushed hers, “I meant that from dawn until dusk, you consume my thoughts, my heart, my mind. You evoke my rage, my frustration, my desire. You draw out everything from me, even the pieces I want to keep buried forever.” He kissed her again, his lips moving urgently and hungrily over hers. “I love you, Trivia.” Another kiss. “And I want you to keep consuming me forever.”

Pandora’s hands threaded through his hair, tugging at the golden strands to pull him closer to her. Her mouth opened wider for him, letting his tongue ravish her completely. Gods, the smooth feel of that tongue as it explored every part of her mouth… It nearly shattered her completely.

“Take me, Sol,” she gasped. “Please.”

His hands were on her thighs again, and he hitched her legs upward before settling himself between them. “Well, as long as you saidplease…”

She didn’t have time to laugh or growl at him. In one swift movement, he slid inside her, and awareness exploded through her body. Her eyes closed, her head rolling back as pleasure built inside her, coiling tightly. Her legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his back. He thrust deeper with a loud groan, his hands still on her thighs as he spread them wider. He filled her so completely, so fully and perfectly, that she could die right there.

They seemed suspended in time as he held himself still, letting them both feel this collision of their souls and bodies, this acceptance of the feelings they’d been fighting for so long. His dark eyes held hers, flaring wide with a wildness she wanted to explore. She wriggled her hips, demanding more. But he slid out of her instead, and she pulled on his hair, growling a string of expletives.

He laughed. “Patience, love.” Then, he drove into her again, and a ragged moan burst from her. He withdrew, then pushed into her again. Each time, he shoved inside her with more intensity, and his pace quickened. Harder and harder he slammed into her until her whole body jerked with each thrust, the bed frame shaking and creaking. His grunts matched the rhythm of his thrusts, and they turned feral and manic as he uttered sounds she had never heard him make before.

He shifted her hips, angling her legs higher in the air so he could drive into her even deeper. Her vision blurred as pleasure rocketed through her with violent fervor. Every nerve of hers was on fire as he pounded through her again and again. Her moans turned into shrieks and screams, her throat raw as each cry was wrenched from her by force. She no longer knew her name, and she no longer cared about anything but his frantic movements. She could feel him moving inside her, and gods, the friction of him thrusting into her over and over was enough to push her over the edge.

“Sol—Sol—” Her fingernails raked down his back as he buried his face in her neck.

Her hips rocked, matching his movements as she urged him onward, wanting more. She was so close to the edge. Fire coiled tightly inside her, ready to spring free. She wanted to tumble off the cliff with him.

Stars danced in her vision, and tears pricked her eyes. She gasped out his name again as release spiraled through her, colliding with the pent up desire burning inside her. It erupted like a volcano, cascading through her body and making her tremble. Soon after, Sol followed, roaring as he came, his body spasming with his own climax.

Pandora clutched him tighter, burying her face in his chest. She could feel his heartbeat racing along with her own. She clung to that, letting it ground her. He had fallen off the edge with her, and now they had both shattered.

For a long moment, they didn’t move. Their arms and legs were tangled, and Sol was still buried inside her. She wanted to cling to this moment forever, to preserve it and never let it go. She was still gasping for breath when he drew back to look at her, his eyes full of exhausted satisfaction.

“Damn, Trivia,” he panted, swiping the sweaty hair away from her face. “That fire of yours will be the death of me.”

She arched against him so she could kiss him, and he groaned when the movement shifted his cock inside her. “I hope not,” she murmured against his lips. “Because I want many more nights like this with you.”

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