Page 27 of Sun's Roar

“Good.” He tugged her closer, his hands sliding down to her waist. “You don’t need to think at all. You just need to trust me.”

Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, and he let her strip it off, the fabric pooling on the floor. Her hands splayed across his chest, her touch sending sparks skittering across his skin. He could feel the intense heat radiating from her, the same heat that had ignited the flames in the dining room, and it only fueled the fire burning inside him.

“That’s really beautiful,” she whispered, her gaze tracing the intricate tattoo on his right arm that marked him as the Sunflare prince. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“It’s a part of me,” he said, his voice rough. “Just like you are now.”

Her breath caught, and he took advantage of the moment, slipping the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet, and she stood before him in nothing but lace and moonlight. His wolf growled low in his throat, and he let his gaze roam over her—every curve, every inch of pale skin, and every freckle that dotted her shoulders like stars.

“Sol,” she breathed, her voice trembling.

“Mine,” he said, the word a possessive growl. He pulled her flush against his body, his hands sliding up her sides and removing her lace bra as he kissed her again. This time, it was slow and deliberate, a promise sealed with his lips. She melted against him, her hands tangling in his hair, and he guided her backward until the edge of the bed pressed against her thighs.

He laid her down gently, her red hair fanning out across the dark sheets, and stared down at her. “You’re everything,” he said, his voice low. “Everything I’ve waited for.”

Her eyes searched his, and for a moment, he thought she might pull away, and might retreat back into the uncertainty that had plagued her since the fire in the dining room. But then she reached for him, her hands sliding up his arms, and pulled him down to her. “Show me,” she whispered against his lips. “Show me what it means to be yours.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. The world outside his chambers ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the woman beneath him, the fire that burned between them, and the bond that was already weaving them together.

Sol’s wolf was restless, coiled tightly beneath his skin, but he ignored its growling hunger. Helena’s body was a masterpiece he intended to worship—every curve and every inch of her pale, freckled skin. He couldn’t rush this. She deserved to be savored and to feel everything he could give her.

He kissed her mouth first, slow and deep, his tongue sweeping against hers in a rhythm that made her moan. Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, and he smiled against her lips. “You taste so sweet,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

She gasped as he soon kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there before trailing lower. Her full breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples already hard and begging for his attention. He took one into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, and her back arched against the bed as she cried out.

“Sol!” Her voice was a mix of surprise and pleasure, and it sent a surge of pride through him. He switched to her other breast, sucking and teasing until she was gasping, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her body was so responsive, so eager, and it drove him wild. He could feel her heat through the bond, a fiery warmth that matched the flames she could summon, and it only made him want her more.

He trailed his mouth down her stomach, kissing and nipping at her skin, and she squirmed beneath him. Her hands moved to his hair again, tugging lightly, and he chuckled against her hip. “Impatient?” he teased, his breath hot against her skin.

“You’re… you’re driving me crazy,” she gasped, her hazel eyes dark with desire.

“Good.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, and she shivered as he pulled off her lace panties. “That’s the point.”

He soon settled between her thighs, her arousal already slick on her folds, and he groaned at the scent. She was intoxicating,and he was barely holding on to his control. He licked her slowly, savoring her taste, and she let out a broken moan.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, her thighs trembling. “Sol, that’s…”

He didn’t let her finish. He focused on her most sensitive spot, licking and sucking with a hunger that caused her to cry out. Her hips bucked against his mouth, and he held her down with one hand, his other teasing her entrance with his fingers. When he slid two fingers inside her, she came apart with a scream, her body convulsing with pleasure.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking her, kept thrusting his fingers inside her, and she whined, her hands clutching at the sheets. “Too much,” she gasped, but her body said otherwise, her hips grinding against his mouth as she came again.

He finally pulled back, breathing hard, and looked up at her. Her face was flushed, her hair a wild, fiery halo around her head, and she looked at him with a mix of awe and disbelief. “You’re… are all wolf shifters like that?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He smirked, crawling back up her body. “No,” he said, his voice low. “Just me. And only for you.” He cupped her face in his hand, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. “You are all mine, Helena. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

He didn’t give her a chance to recover. Rising to his feet, Sol stripped off his slacks and boxers in one swift motion. His large cock sprang free, already eager for her. The air was cool against his heated skin, but nothing compared to the fire in her gaze as her eyes widened, her breath hitching audibly. Her reaction sent a surge of pride through him, his inner wolf preening at her awe.

“You’re… so big,” she whispered, her voice shaky but laced with excitement.

His lips curved up into a wolfish grin. “Only for you.”

He climbed back onto the bed, caging her body beneath his, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Her hands slid up hischest, and he shuddered at her touch as he captured her lips in another searing kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, and he felt her body arch against his. Slowly, he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock brushing against her slick folds.

“Ready?” he murmured against her lips.

“Yes,” she breathed.

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