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His mouth on hers was hungry, exploring her, tasting her as if she’d been lost to him for years and now he’d found her again, he was hell-bent on familiarising himself with every single part of her.
She couldn’t resist him, not even if she tried. Though she wasn’t going to try. They were like magnets, helplessly drawn to each other, unwilling to be torn apart.
His fingers pushed into her hair, tipping her head back further, the kiss deepening, turning hotter and more feverish. Stripping everything away, all her anger, all her fight. Yet for some reason, tonight her passion didn’t make her feel exposed or vulnerable. No, tonight there was a strength in it. Because, for all his power, he was as much a slave to this white-hot chemistry as she was. Just as helpless. In fact, the whole reason she was even here right now was because of his inability to resist her.
You’ve always had that power over him.
She liked that idea very much.
Galen tore his hands from her hair and lifted her up in his arms, and then she was being carried over to a bench covered with thick cushions. He put her down on the edge, then pushed her knees apart so he could kneel between them. And he kissed her, his hands stroking over her neck and her shoulders, tracing the lines of her collarbones and then pulling at the delicate ice-blue lace of her dress, easing it away and down.
‘Galen,’ she whispered against his mouth as he tugged the fabric down to her waist, his fingers stroking the curves of her bare breasts, making her shiver.
His lips moved from hers, following the path of his hands, down her neck to the hollow of her throat, tasting her. ‘Yes, silver girl?’ he murmured. ‘What do you want? Tell me.’
But she couldn’t think of why she’d said his name. Maybe it had only been for the pleasure of it. And as for what she wanted... ‘Don’t stop,’ she whispered. ‘Please.’
He gave a soft laugh. ‘Oh, believe me, I have no intention of stopping.’ As if to prove it, his hands settled lightly at the small of her back, making her spine arch, and then his mouth was on her breast, sucking and teasing her nipple, biting gently and making her moan.
Then he pushed her against the back of the seat, spreading her thighs wider, her dress up around her hips. He pulled her to the edge, tearing off her lacy underwear, and then his fingers were pressing apart the delicate folds of her sex. He bent, his breath against her sensitive flesh, and then his tongue exploring her.
Solace cried out, her fingers buried in his hair as the bonfire of pleasure built inside her, making her shake. His hands held her thighs firmly apart and down, pinning her to the cushions, holding her there so he could taste her lightly at first then deeper, with firm strokes of his tongue.
The pleasure built so quickly she was on the brink of ecstasy before she even knew what was happening, her whole body shaking. He kept her there for what seemed like eons, drawing out the moment endlessly, until she was writhing on the cushions, desperate for him to finish it, saying his name over and over like a prayer.
Then his strong, capable hands tightened further, and his tongue pressed hard and firm on the place where she needed it most and she was flying up into the night sky, only to burst like a firework in a bright explosion of glory.
Galen felt Solace’s body shake, his name a desperate cry that echoed in the night air and he allowed himself the deep, primal satisfaction that came with it in response.
This was not how he’d planned for this night to go. He hadn’t thought that everything would completely vanish from his head the moment he turned around and saw her standing in the doorway.
Yet it had.
Her hair had been loose over her shoulders, and she was wearing one of the dresses he’d picked out for her personally, the blue one, which happened to be his favourite. And it looked as fantastic on her as he’d thought it would, the lace showcasing beautifully her pale shoulders and neck, while the uneven hemline made the most of her pretty legs.
She’d looked ethereal and lovely, and the kick of desire had taken him utterly by surprise. It shouldn’t have. He should have known that need would be lying in wait, ready for the moment when their eyes would meet and it would flare into life, burning through every good intention he had.
He’d wanted to seduce her, first with food and conversation, and then, when he’d got her agreement to the marriage, because of course she’d agree, he’d seduce her with his body. Show her exactly how good being married to him would be.
A foolproof plan, he’d thought.
Until he’d taken one look at her and that plan had burned to the ground.
He’d tried to stop himself. God knew, his whole life had been nothing but try and try and try. But when it came to her, no matter how many warnings or assurances he gave himself, that this time he’d stay in control, that this time he’d resist, he always forgot every single one the moment he laid eyes on her.
She’d given him that direct look, and it had been full of heat. Then challenged him to convince her, and he’d been lost.
He hadn’t understood how hungry he’d been for her until her fingers had pushed into his hair and she’d kissed him back. And he was hungry still, even now, kneeling between her silky thighs with the delicious, sweet flavour of her on his tongue. He needed more than this taste. He needed to be inside her and right now.
She’d sagged back against the bench, her face flushed, her mouth slightly open, and the sight of her only honed his hunger to a sharper edge.
‘Solace.’ Her name came out as a growl, but he didn’t try to stop it as he rose to his feet. It was meant to be a question, yet he couldn’t quite get out the rest. There was nothing but demand left in him.
Her silver eyes were lit up by the candles and the fairy lights above, and he felt something tighten behind his breastbone that had nothing to do with the other tightness he felt down below his belt.
She was so very lovely, a woman made of starlight and silver, and delicate-seeming. Yet there was heat inside her. Heat and a strength that he found just as sexy as the rounded shape of her breasts or the slick softness between her thighs.
And also an aching vulnerability that made him want to gather her up and hold her in his arms, protect her from everything that might harm her. He wasn’t sure why he was feeling such things about a woman he didn’t know, but he felt them. It was as if his body already knew her, and his mind was taking its time to catch up.
