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“Fucking stars,” he growled, a dark thread of desire twisting through him.
He pulled her so she was straddling him again, and her squeal of surprise turned into a throaty moan as he hooked her panties with his thumb and tugged. Giving the strand of pearls a gentle tug, he rubbed them back and forth between her swollen lips, dragging her close to the edge.
“Sol,” she murmured, burying her face in his neck as she bounced, desperate for him to fill her. She threw her arms around him, clinging to him.
“Are you sure?” he teased, barely sliding an inch into her. “It could be considered a bedroom activity.”
She rolled her eyes. “Do be quiet. You’re ruining the mood.”
He chuckled, nudging the pearls aside, lining his head with her slit. “How’s that? Better?”
“You’re teasing me,” she snapped, the tone of her voice slipping from frustrated annoyance to angsty desire.
“You started it,” he countered, easing into her a little bit more. “My little underwater cocktease.”
Another tight inch, another barely there give of her walls as she clamped around him.
“Yes. Yes, please.” Narissa squirmed in an attempt to sink onto him fully, but he kept a firm hold on her hips. “Please.”
“You’re so lovely when you want something, and you ask so nicely.” Solarius leaned forward slightly, letting his forehead rest against hers. Theirs gazes met, locked, and his hands cupped her bottom, spreading her wider. The tips of his fingers toyed with the pearls, stroking her with them.
“Solarius Starstorm Celestine, if you do not?—”
“Let me fuck you in the faerie pool, Rissa love.”
She inhaled, her nipples scraping against the wall of his chest, and on the next breath she whispered, “Yes.”
One good thrust is all it took to be seated fully inside of her, and he was already so wound up that fitting into her so deeply nearly caused him to burst.
“Rissa,” he groaned, moving her, guiding her in a painstakingly slow rhythm. Any faster and he’d come before her, and well…that simply wasn’t allowed. After all, he was raised to be chivalrous, despite wanting to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. So, he let her ride him, gradually building her up, enjoying the way the water churned between them, amplifying every sensation. Each pump inside of her was cruelly snug, like she was made for him, and each steady withdrawal sent him closer to the edge. He used the pearls she wore to tease her further, to apply the perfect amount of pressure to where she throbbed for him.
Narissa arched on a whimper, rolling and bouncing, taking him faster now. She tightened her hold on him, shoving his face into the swell of her breasts, clinging to him. Solarius allowed himself to be smothered, opening his mouth to lave, and suck, and bite. He jerked his hips forward, crushing the pearls between them, and she arched as her climax ripped through her.
His name fell from her lips on a hollow cry. She quivered then, her body convulsing as the swell of release crashed into her. His cock surged, hot and heavy, and he emptied himself inside her. Pump after heavy pump, she took all of him.
She collapsed against him, thoroughly spent, and he drew her in close, smoothing back some of the damp strands of her hair.
“Maybe we could do this again sometime.” He twirled the golden ribbons around his finger, liking how they shimmered in the moonlight. Silver and gold. “You know, in the bedroom. As an activity.”
Narissa snorted but he felt her smile against his neck.
“I hate you,” she mumbled.
And Solarius just grinned, because he knew that was the furthest thing from the truth.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Solarius took his time strolling through the corridors of House Celestine on his way to Ariesian’s office. After last night’s interruption, he wasn’t too keen on meeting with his eldest brother. Besides, his mind was still wrapped around the best blow job of his life, and it baffled him how Narissa hadn’t any need for air. It also left him curious to see what else she was capable of doing with her tidal magic.
His mind drifted to her asleep in his bed, curled up under a moondust blanket, her golden waves sprawled across his pillow. He liked the way he caught peeks of sun-kissed skin whenever she rolled from one side to the other. A glimpse of her shoulder. A slip of her thigh. The tiny braided gold band on her toe. Just thinking about the unintentional teases of flesh was enough to make his cock twitch.
Unfortunately, walking into his brother’s office blatantly aroused was probably not the best idea.
He needed to clear his mind, to think of anything else other than his wife’s perfect body. Something boring or mundane. Something absurd. Like spelling each of his siblings’ names backward from youngest to oldest.
N-Y-L-S-E-R-C.
N-A-I-L-E-A-C.
