Downfall(58)

No. The man kissing me right now was the one who ran through the city like he owned the streets. The one who grew up rough and ready to fight. This was the man who took no prisoners, who fought, who had others turn around and walk the other way when they saw him coming. This was the beast who lived inside Solomon Sanders’ soft heart. This was the demon who kept the saint safe in the harsh world.

I couldn’t catch my breath, wasn’t sure I wanted to. He left me breathless and lightheaded as he used his grip on my backside to hoist me up the slippery wall. I heard the strangled sound of discomfort he made, but chose to ignore it. If he wanted to push past the pain, be it emotional or physical, I was here to support him, not scold him. I obediently wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, gasping into the carnal kiss as I felt his hardness immediately find that soft, yielding spot between my legs that now felt like it belonged to him as much as it belonged to me. My thighs quivered in anticipation and my core clenched as his tongue thrust in and out of my mouth. I felt the bite of his teeth on my lower lip and hissed when the tang of blood flitted across my tongue. I dug my fingernails into the inked skin across Solo’s back and braced myself against the onslaught of all the emotions he was unleashing on me at once. I could taste desire and desperation. I felt the lingering sadness hiding behind the intensity of his passion. His anger was there in the rough hold of his hands and the impatient way his hips ground against mine. Pinned against the wall like a butterfly mounted in a display box, there was little I could do but ride out the swells of the storm.

Solo’s head dropped to the side of my neck, and once again there was a drag of teeth and the slight sting of a bite. The arm he wasn’t using to hold me worked its way between our bodies and a moment later calloused fingers were plucking at my pebbled nipples almost painfully. I let my head fall backward and made a noise when it hit the tiled wall harder than I intended. I’d never been the recipient of such aggressive, consuming affection before. Never had anyone handled me as if they might die if they couldn’t get as close to me as quickly as possible. It was overwhelming, but it was also a total turn on. Solo admitted to never having anyone significant in his life for an extended period of time. Having him come at me like he was starving when I had no clue how to handle someone like him was almost too much. He treated me as if I was the only one who could deal with his relentless lust.

Hs teeth nipped their way across my exposed throat and I knew I was going to have the imprint of his fingertips on my ass for days because he was holding me so tightly. I closed my eyes and whispered his name, rolling my hips against the straining hardness throbbing between my splayed thighs. He always felt larger than life and bigger than average. Right now, he felt huge and close to impossible to take. I must’ve made a small sound of distress because Solo’s demeanor immediately changed. He still held onto me like he had no plans of ever letting go, but his hands went from bruising to reverent and his lips went from punishing to pleasurable.

The fingers torturing my puckered nipples twisted and his knuckles dragged their way down my breastbone, across my belly, and down to the valley where his cock was taking up all the available space. Those same knuckles brushed lightly through wet folds until they knocked against my pulsing clit. My legs tightened around his lean waist and I curled a hand around the back of his head. His short hair felt like wet silk under my palm. His long fingers skated through damp flesh, outlining every tremor that followed. I felt the broad tip of his erection press against my fluttering opening as our eyes locked.

His looked like the night sky; they were so pretty when they glittered with arousal. The way he wanted me, the way he showed how much he cared, flashed like stars in the obsidian depths. I angled my hips closer, taking the first few inches of his rigid length inside my body. He was hot and hard, exactly like the wall at my back. I felt pliant and soft, letting my body mold around his. I took him in on a sigh, letting my head fall forward to rest on his tattooed shoulder.

Solo shifted his hold on my ass; I surrendered to the sensation of being taken as I let him have whatever he needed. He had a lot of negative feelings he needed to purge out of his system, and I was glad to be the martyr. If he was the pyre, I didn’t mind burning on top of him all night long until whatever was haunting him had been chased away.

“Never thought I would have room in my life for anyone else. Didn’t realize how much empty space I was rattling around in until you came along, Orley. I like how you filled my life up.” I felt rather than saw the smile he flashed somewhere above my bent head. “Like the way I fill you up even more.”

He wasn’t wrong. It was almost hard to breathe with that impressive cock seated all the way inside of me. I was full of him in more ways than one.

The fingers delicately playing with my clit kept up their light strum and stroke as his hips started to kick in a smooth rhythm, driving my body up the wall and rocking upward into my clenching pussy with each fall. It was a brutal, quick pace which immediately had me panting into his damp skin and whispering his name through strangled breaths. I could feel warmth spreading outward from my belly, and all my muscles started to shake.

Solo groaned loud and low into my hair, and I sent up a silent prayer Noble had in fact fallen asleep. I already owed her an explanation as to why her favorite person had been sullen all night long; I couldn’t think about explaining why mommy was moaning Solo’s name over and over again. I hoped I had a few years left before we needed to have that kind of chat.