“Something bothering you, Narissa?” He kept one hand on the small of her back, the other planted on the wall over her head.
“No…I…” Again, her courage to speak her mind and never back down in front of him failed her. She lost her nerve to toss out churlish quips and sharp slights. Instead, honesty spilled from her like she’d been the one to take Lady Aria’s truth serum. “It’s just, well, you stopped in the alcove. So, I assumed you were done. That maybe you didn’t necessarily want me anymore.”
“Allow me to make myself perfectly clear.” Solarius lowered his head so his mouth brushed over hers in a soft, nearly inconceivable touch. “I will always want you. The only reason I stopped was because I was about to erupt in my pants just by looking at you.”
He spoke with such clarity, such calm composure, all Narissa could say was, “Oh.”
“And I would much rather be buried deep inside that pretty little cunt of yours when that happens.” His head tilted to one side, questioning. “If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind,” she rasped, and he smirked.
“Good.” Solarius led her further into his bedchamber. “Because I’m going to take my time with you.”
Narissa couldn’t tell if it was a promise or a vow, and to be honest, she wasn’t sure she cared. Because if there was one thing she wanted, it was to be absolutely ruined by Solarius Starstorm.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Solarius had never wanted anything more in his life than he wanted Narissa. He craved everything about her—the way she rolled her lips whenever she hit him with one of those contemptuous remarks or caustic comments, the way her icy green eyes burned with uncontrollable fire whenever she was forced to share the same space as him. He’d gotten a taste of her in the alcove, he’d been gifted a brief display of what it would be like when she finally broke, when she finally shattered while he was inside of her, and he wanted to experience that again, more than he wanted air. Because Narissa patched up her broken heart and channeled that misplaced anger into an esteemed hatred for him, and now he planned on fucking the word hate right out of her vocabulary.
After all, they had to make up for years of lost time.
Time that had been stolen by away by Calfair.
Solarius shoved his former friend’s name from his mind, refusing to let the bastard steal this moment from him as well.
No, he was going to be slow and deliberate with Narissa tonight.
He was going to cherish her.
He was going to take his time.
At least that was his plan until she dropped to her knees before him and reached for the button of his pants.
“Narissa,” Solarius warned. “What are you doing?”
He snagged her wrist, tension coiling through him, his cock already straining against the tight fabric. It would be so easy to grab the back of her head and watch those pretty, glossy lips of hers take every inch of him.
She shrugged, lifting one shoulder with forced nonchalance. “Just returning the favor, my lord.”
Solarius swallowed hard, capturing her chin with his hand. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Perhaps not.” Narissa’s frostbitten gaze flicked upward, and she watched him from beneath a fringe of dark lashes. The shimmery powder dusted across her cheeks glimmered in the faint light of his room. “But I want to.”
His breathing grew heavy, each breath was suddenly pained, like his lungs were pinched tight. His pulse ricocheted, and her slender fingers—most of them adorned with delicate gold rings—deftly worked the buttons of his pants. Her hands explored him then, her perfectly manicured nails gently scraping the dip of his hips and lower abdomen, before sneaking into the waistband of his black shorts and tugging them down.
There was a quick inhale and then her warm breath coated his thick head as her eyes widened, round like tide pools, as she stared at his stiff cock.
Tentatively, Narissa reached out, running her fingers along his hard length, stroking him. Driving him absolutely mad with her dainty touches. He was already lined up with her lips and when her pink tongue peeked out, he fisted one hand on the wall above her head and groaned.
“Narissa, I swear to the stars, if you don’t?—”
Then she took him, every inch, into her sweet little mouth.
“Fuck,” he bit out, his fingers tangling in her hair as he grabbed a fistful.
She drew him in hard, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as his hips jerked forward of their own accord. It would be different if she wasjustsucking his cock but fucking stars, her hands. They feathered across his thighs and over his firm stomach, her pretty nails scouring his muscles one moment, then dancing the next, sending a chill down his spine. Her hot mouth took him deeper with each thrust, and when he pushed in all the way to the hilt, she didn’t choke or gag. Instead, Narissa gazed up at him with shining eyes and cupped his balls, squeezing lightly, urging him to keep going, to empty himself down her throat.
Maybe some other time.
