Page 55 of Sun's Roar

Sol stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers, and began to undress her with deliberate, unhurried movements. His fingers brushed her skin as he slid her dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. He then removed her lace bra and panties with the same deliberate slowness. The night air kissed her bare skin but she didn’t feel cold. Not with the way his hungry gaze made her heat from the inside out.

She reached for him, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was solid and warm, and the intricate tattoo on his arm caught the moonlight perfectly as if it was designed for this exact moment. When they were both bare, he took her hand and gently guided her down onto the soft moss.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice thick with reverence.

He settled over her, his weight pressing her into the ground in the most delicious way. His lips found hers in a slow, deep kiss that left her dizzy with want. His hands roamed her curves—her hips, her waist, her breasts—as if memorizing every inch of her.

When he pulled back, he began trailing kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking against her skin in a way that made her shiver. “Sol,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through her. “Tonight, every moment is ours.”

He kissed a path down her body, his lips and tongue worshiping her skin. When he reached her thighs, he spread her legs gently, his breath hot on her most intimate place. Helena’s pulse raced, her body already humming with anticipation.

His tongue flicked against her folds, and she gasped, her back arching off the ground. But he didn’t rush. His movements were slow and deliberate as if savoring every sound she made. He licked and teased, drawing out her pleasure until she was squirming beneath him, her hands fisting in the moss.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I need more.”

Sol chuckled against her skin, his breath deliciously hot on her most sensitive spot. But he obeyed and he quickened his pace. His tongue focused on her sensitive nub while his fingers slipped inside her, curling in a way that had her crying out for more.

The pleasure built, hot and intense, until it shattered her. Her orgasm ripped through her with a force that left her breathless. She cried out her pleasure, the sound echoing into the night, and he didn’t stop, drawing her through the waves until she was trembling beneath him.

When he finally pulled back, he kissed her thigh, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “Mine,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper.

Helena’s heart swelled with love and desire, her body still humming from his touch. “Yours,” she whispered, reaching for him.

She pulled him up on top of her until his body caged hers. His weight pressed her into the soft moss, the cool earth beneath her contrasting with the heat radiating from his skin. His eyeslocked onto hers, and she felt the intensity of his gaze like a physical touch.

“Are you ready?” Sol’s voice was low, rough with desire, but there was a tenderness there too. His hand brushed her face, his touch achingly gentle.

Helena’s heart pounded with excitement, anticipation, and something deeper—something that felt like coming home to him. She nodded, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within her. “Yes. I’m ready.”

Sol’s lips curved in a slow, triumphant smile, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a slow, sensual dance. When he pulled back, he positioned himself between her legs, his hips pressing against hers. Helena’s breath caught as she felt the hard length of him against her, hot and insistent.

He entered her slowly, inch by glorious inch, stretching her, and filling her completely. The stretch was a delicious burn, a perfect ache that made her gasp and arch into him.

“God, you feel incredible,” Sol growled, his voice rough with restraint as he buried himself fully inside her.

Helena’s nails dug into his shoulders, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Move,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please.”

Sol obeyed, his hips rocking against hers in slow thrusts that drew out every bit of pleasure. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to drive her wild, and it was working. Helena’s moans filled the clearing, her body tightening around him with every stroke.

“You’re so tight,” Sol murmured, his breath hot on her neck. “So perfect for me.”

Helena’s body arched into his as he began to move deeper and harder, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. She couldn’t think and couldn’t breathe—all she could do was feel.The pleasure built and built, coiling tighter and tighter until she was on the edge, clinging to him for dear life.

“Sol,” she begged. “Please… more.”

Sol’s growl was primal and possessive, and he snapped his hips forward with a force that stole her breath. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, and more urgent. The sound of their bodies crashing together filled the night air, a symphony of need and desire.

Helena’s world narrowed to the feel of him inside her, the heat of his body against hers, and the way he seemed to know exactly how to push her higher and closer to the edge. Her fingers wrapped in his hair, tugging him down for a searing kiss as she felt the first sparks of her orgasm begin to ignite.

“I’m close,” Sol warned, his voice strained. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her even tighter against him. “When you come, I’m going to bite you.”

Helena’s breath hitched at his words, but she nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes,” she whispered. “Do it.”

The moment her orgasm hit, it was like a firestorm, white-hot and all-consuming. She cried out, her body arching off the ground as the pleasure tore through her in waves. Sol let out a guttural growl, his hips slamming into hers one last time as he followed her over the edge.

As he came inside her, his teeth sank into the tender skin of her shoulder. The sharp sting of pain was quickly replaced by a strange, tingling warmth as he licked the wound, sealing the mate mark. Helena’s body shuddered from the intensity, her fingers gripping him tightly as the bond between them solidified, locking them together in a way that felt eternal.

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