Page 61 of All the Pain of Promises
His cock jumped.
Stars above, this female would be the end of him.
“Grab the mirror with both hands. And spread your legs.”
She willfully obeyed and Solarius took in the sight before him.
Her fingers curved over the detailed onyx frame, while the glass displayed her full breasts, her glazed eyes, and her swollen mouth. She shimmied a little, her heels scraping across the stone floor as she opened her legs for him, giving him a full view ofher. Her slick folds glistened, primed and ready for him, and he roughed both hands up and over the backs of her thighs, tugging on the lace bands of her stockings before letting them smack soundly against her skin. The whimpering noise that escaped her almost made him come on the spot.
“I want your eyes on me the whole time, do you understand?” He gripped his shaft and pumped it twice, rubbing the head against her wetness as he lined himself up to enter her. “I want you looking right at me when you come on my cock, because from now on, it will only ever be me.”
She nodded, sinking her teeth into that plump bottom lip in the way that drove him mad with desire.
Solarius didn’t give her any warning.
He shoved into her, glancing down to watch her stretch to accommodate him. Narissa cried out, shoulders bunching to her ears as she arched, shoving herself backward like she needed more. Solarius grabbed her hips as he started to thrust, slow and methodical. After each push in deep, he drew himself back out in a lazy, languid stroke. He took his time filling her up, then edging her into oblivion as he pulled out to the point of pain, where barely the tip of his head was still nestled inside her.
Narissa clenched around him, broken sobs wrecking her. She shuddered. Thrashed. Her knuckles were white from where she gripped the mirror, and for a brief second, it looked as though she stomped her foot like a petulant child who failed to get her way. On more than one occasion, she attempted to grind her hips back, to take him harder, faster, deeper.
But he refused to give her that satisfaction.
Not yet.
“Solarius,” she cried, squeezed her eyes shut. “Please.”
“Eyes on me, Rissa love.”
They flew open at his command, all sea green and full of fire.
“Say it again.” He lifted his chin on another agonizingly slow thrust.
Her tongue darted out, gliding across her bottom lip, and she held his gaze. “Please.”
That was all it took.
Solarius pumped himself into Narissa’s tight heat and her answering whimpers only spurred him on to take her harder. Faster. Just like she wanted. Lunar magic channeled through him, spilling from his fingertips as the silver light washed over her golden skin. Those beautiful luminous wave tattoos appeared along the pointed tips of her ears and up her spine, and he reveled in the way she glowed just for him.
“Sol,” she gasped. Her mouth fell open and her ocean eyes remained trained on him. “I think…I think I might…”
In one swift movement, Solarius yanked her upright, crushing her to him, his thumb rubbing her clit so her body quivered and seized. She clamped around his cock, throwing one arm over her head, grasping at the back of his neck. The bond thrummed as Narissa arched, taking him so fucking deep that she splintered around him. Her head fell against his shoulder, her pale green eyes fastened to his cold silver as he emptied himself inside of her. Her chest heaved and he jerked once. Twice.
“Rissa,” he murmured, his mind emptying of all rational thought, and he pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck, where her skin was sweet and damp. “If that is what it will be like every time I bed you, I don’t think I will ever be able to survive it.”
“You must try, my lord.” Her eyes fluttered closed and she sagged against him, all soft and pliable curves in his arms. “Because once will never be enough.”
Solarius sighed, the truth of her words sinking into him.
He swept her up and carried her to his bed. She curled into him, warm and wonderful, draping one arm casually across hischest as she tucked herself under his arm. Solarius stared up at the glass ceiling, where the pitch of night stretched overhead, where the stars winked, keeping their secrets close. Narissa was absolutely right. Once would never be enough. Already his cock was thickening and she was simply lying there, her breathing deep and even.
The bond heated and a tempting whisper slid into his mind as Narissa hiked her leg up over him.
“Then do something about it, my lord.”
Fuck.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The next morning, Narissa awoke comfortably warm with Solarius’s arm slung possessively around her waist and his hardened shaft wedged snugly between her legs. She blinked away the sleep from her eyes as gray morning light peeked in through the dusting of snow covering the glass ceiling. Soft sheets and a downy navy comforter were tossed over them, fire crackled and spit in the hearth, and Narissa let her mind drift. For a moment she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to wake up every morning like this, sated and deliriously content, with the ache in her heart suddenly not so heavy.
