Page 33 of Sun's Roar

His lips left hers, trailing down her neck and across her shoulder. Helena tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensations. His hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, already hardened from the cool water and his attentions. She gasped as he took one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

“Sol,” she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders. “That feels... so good.”

He growled against her skin, the sound sending a thrill through her. “You taste like fire,” he murmured, switching to her other breast. His free hand slid down her side, leaving a trail of heat before slipping between her legs. Helena’s breath caught as his fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot, already throbbing with need.

“You’re so excited,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

She nodded, unable to form words as his fingers began to explore her, parting her folds with a gentle touch. Her hips rocked instinctively against his hand, seeking more. Sol watched her face, his eyes dark with hunger as he slipped a finger inside her.

Helena gasped, her legs tightening around him. “Sol...”

“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice rough but tender. He added a second finger, his thumb circling her clit with precision.

“Yes,” she moaned, her head falling back as his fingers moved inside her, curling in just the right way. The water around them seemed to pulse with her heartbeat, the steam thickening as her body responded to his touch. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promised, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’ll never stop making you feel like this.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as pleasure built within her, coiling tighter and tighter. “Sol, I’m...”

“Let go, Helena,” he urged, his voice a hungry growl. “Come for me.”

The command in his voice and the raw need in his eyes, pushed her over the edge. Her body tightened around his fingers, and she cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling in his arms.

Sol held her close, his fingers slowing but not stopping until every last tremor had subsided. He pressed a gentle kiss to herforehead. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Her chest heaved as she looked at him, her eyes still clouded with desire. “You’re... overwhelming,” she admitted, her voice shaky but filled with warmth. “In the best way.”

He grinned, that wolfish smile that made her heart skip a beat. “Good. Because I’m not done with you quite yet.”

His hands tightened on her hips as he pulled her toward the edge of the grotto pool, the water sloshing around them in gentle waves. The summer sunlight filtered through the canopy above, dappling their skin with golden light. Helena’s legs remained wrapped around his waist, her body pressed flush against his as he leaned back against the smooth stone edge of the pool. His eyes burned into hers, intense and unyielding, and she felt the heat of his skin even through the cool water.

“Ready for me?” His voice was low, a growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Helena nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice but a whisper. But Sol didn’t move, his gaze holding hers as if he wanted her to say it louder, to demand it. Her lips curved into a small, defiant smile. “Give me what I need.”

He grinned wolfishly. “That’s my Luna.”

With a deliberate slowness that made her ache, he slid into her, his thick length filling her completely. She gasped, her head tilting back as pleasure rippled through her. The sensation was overwhelming, the perfect blend of heat and tension, and she tightened her legs around him, urging him deeper.

“Sol,” she moaned, her fingers gripping his shoulders. “Don’t tease me this time.”

He laughed, a deep rumble that vibrated through her. “Patience, Luna. I want to savor every second.”

But patience wasn’t something she had in abundance, not when his body was moving so slowly, drawing out every sensation until she was trembling with need. Her nails dug deep into his skin as she rocked against him, trying to take control, but he held her firmly, his grip unyielding.

“You’re so eager for me,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “But this is my pace right now. You’ll get what you need when I say so.”

Helena glared at him, though the heat in her eyes was far from anger. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re mine,” he countered, his voice dark with possession. He shifted his hips slightly, hitting a spot that made her gasp, her body arching against his. “See? I know exactly what you need.”

She couldn’t argue with that, not when pleasure was building inside her like a storm, threatening to consume her. Her hands moved to his hair, tugging gently as she tried to coax him closer and faster. “Please, Sol. I can’t take it.”

He finally gave in to her pleas, and his pace quickened, Helena felt the world around them fade. His thrusts were hard and deep, each one driving her closer to the edge. She matched his rhythm, her body moving with a primal intensity she hadn’t known she possessed. Heat surged through her veins, her fire responding to the raw desire coursing between them. She could feel his heat too, not just in his body, but through their bond that was growing stronger with each passing second.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was also a tenderness in them that took her breath away. “I’m here,” she whispered.

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