Page 58 of All the Pain of Promises
Solarius shoved the length of her gown up to her waist, carefully situating the shimmering fabric so it cradled her hips. Then he scooped the back of her knee and draped her leg over his shoulder. He rubbed and massaged, the pads of his fingers grazing the lace band of her stockings.
“I thought this dress would be my undoing.” Solarius’s words were rough and grating, and the knot of tension building in her core wound even tighter. “Yet I believe I was mistaken. These stockings are damning in the best way possible.”
He was only distracted by the lace for a moment longer until his gaze snagged onher.On the way her satin undergarments were soaked for him.
“Fuck, Rissa. You’re so damn beautiful.” Solarius pressed a kiss to her heated skin, close enough to her slick center that Narissa’s lungs caved and she almost toppled over the edge. She was strung and wired, so painfully responsive to his touch that one gesture, the simplest of kisses, almost wrecked her completely.
He glanced up at her from where he kneeled, his eyes dark with an unrecognizable emotion. “May I?”
Held captive by the way Solarius gazed up at her as though she was his only reason for air, Narissa could only nod.
“Let me hear you say it.”
She hissed out a breath of frustration. “Fine. You can look.”
Amusement danced across his handsome face, and he shook his head once, his low laughter causing her blood to hum. “I don’t want to look, Narissa. I want to taste.”
“Taste?” Suddenly, Narissa’s complacency and bold declarations evaporated at the thought of Solarius tasting her…there. Her gaze cut to the waterfall of winterblooms, her breath hitching. It was one thing to be caught kissing in an alcove, it was something else altogether to be discovered with your husband’s head between your legs. “What if someone sees us?”
She plastered herself against the wall, but Solarius drew her back to him. He tucked one hand behind her bottom, cupping her, while the other kept her leg firmly anchored over his broad shoulder.
“Then I suppose you will have to be quiet.”
His warm breath fanned over her wetness, and she shuddered in his hold.
“I’m going to ask one more time.” His fingers squeezed her leg, stretching her wide, baring her before him. “May I?”
“I…” Hesitation clawed at her, its sharp talons piercing through the cloud of her desire. She’d never had a male down there before, at least not with his face. “I suppose.”
Narissa wasn’t sure she would enjoy it.
Solarius chuckled, soft and sensual. He pulled the swath of satin to the side, exposing her fully. “Oh, you’ll like it, Rissa love.”
She intended to insult his blistering ego, but then his tongue slid along her seam, and Narissa unraveled.
He was sweet torture.
It was strange and exhilarating all at once, the way he seemed to enjoy feasting upon her, how each swipe of his tongue sent a jolt of energy pulsing down the bond. His teeth grazed her clit and it was as though all the air evaporated from her lungs, like every frayed nerve ending had been centered and entirely focused on that one particular area. And the moment Solarius showed it a shred of attention, Narissa’s world came undone.
She grasped at his hair for purchase, threading her fingers through his silky strands before grabbing fistfuls and fusing his mouth to her center. She didn’t care if she was wanton and shameless, Solarius was doing unspeakable things to her with only his tongue and she—her legs wobbled when he pushed a finger inside of her. And then another. He curled them in deep, powerful strokes and she rocked her hips, matching his pace.
“Come for me, Rissa love.” Each word dripped with heady lust.
He applied the perfect amount of pressure once more and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out.
The metallic tang of blood coated her tongue, and her magic roared to life, crashing into her like a tidal wave. Her release rose and crested in languid pulls, rushing in like the sea to the shore, then slowly withdrawing.
Solarius eased back and took his time adjusting her gown. He arranged her skirts and replaced the diamond straps, smoothed a hand down her unruly waves. His gaze locked in on the drop of scarlet beaded upon her lip and he crowded her, then flashed a wicked grin. In the next moment, his tongue darted out, swiping away the blood clinging to her mouth. A guttural sound rumbled in his chest. Solarius grabbed her hand, pulling her into him to ensure she remained upright and didn’t melt into a puddle of messy feelings at his feet.
He led her out from behind the cascading blue flowers and into the dimly lit corridor.
“Where are we going?” Narissa was still in a post-lust haze, stumbling along blindly behind him, her legs trembling with each uneven step.
“My bedroom.” Solarius pushed open a massive oak door with carved moon phases and flecks of glimmering moonstone.
Narissa lost her footing and pitched forward into the darkened bedchamber. Solarius caught her by the waist, kicking the door shut, and walked her backward until she was up against the nearest wall. She tried not to look around, to steal a few glimpses of her husband’s bedroom, especially considering she’d never been inside before, but curiosity got the best of her. It was all moody, drenched in shades of gray and deepest navy, with a glass ceiling that showcased the whole of the night sky.
She knew it.
