“Hector.” I swallow, trying to find the right words. “Don’t let anger guide your actions.” It seems like the right words to say. I heard them often enough while training with the mercenary army.
“This…” he brings my hands to his chest, “…is calm. Trust me.”
“It’s fire.” I felt such flames when I wanted to avenge Mother. “And it consumes and destroys.”
“Are you worried about me?” His eyes trace over me, warming my skin.
“Yes,” I admit.
His stare locks with mine as he tilts his head. I part my lips in anticipation, longing for this. Longing for him. He leans down and touches his lips to mine.
The sky above!
This never gets old, kissing Hector.
As he draws me closer, his warmth seeps into me, his strength, his passion. It’s like he’s trying to convey something through our kiss. Maybe it’s his attraction for me, or maybe it’s his frustration with the world. Either way, I feel it all.
I break away, gasping for air, but Hector doesn’t stop. He trails kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. My hands involuntarily grip his surcoat, holding onto him as he moves lower and lower.
A ragged breath escapes me as his calloused hands slide down my sides and under the fabric of my surcoat. He clutches tightly at the hem before yanking it up.
I gasp as the cool air hits my skin, but the feeling is quickly replaced with the warmth of Hector’s breath as he places hot, open-mouthed kisses on my exposed stomach. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
As his lips move back up to mine, I surrender to him. To this moment.
We need this, this escape, this alternate reality far removed from war, from vengeance.
He cups me between the legs, the fabric of my pants the only barrier between his touch and absolute pleasure. I gasp as his fingers trace circles on the wet fabric.
My body floods with sensations as Hector’s fingers dance over the material between my legs. I’m not entirely sure how we got here, but I know I don’t want to stop. He continues, eliciting small moans from me as he applies pressure in just the right places.
“Hector.”
I freeze at Luc’s familiar voice.
It doesn’t matter that a tent separates us, and Luc can’t see me with Hector, embarrassment still floods my cheeks.
As I pull away from Hector, a hunger deepens within me. Hunger for more of him. For his touch. His passion.
“Hector. We need to go.” Luc again. Impatient this time.
Good. Let him wait.
Hector clears his throat before speaking. “I’ll be there in a moment, Luc.”
Happiness rushes through me and overflows into my smile as I realize the truth. For a moment, I was the focus of Hector’s attention.
“Do I make you happy, Sol?” he asks.
“Yes.” There’s no point in keeping the truth a secret from him.
He runs his fingertips against the scar on my cheek. “I feel it. Your happiness.”
“I’m just content knowingyouneeded me,” I tease. “And I was the only person you thought about.”
“Who else should I think about? Hero?” Hector smirks.
I roll my eyes and bat his hand away. “Admit it, Hector.Idistracted you.”
