Page 36 of My Vicious Beast
I barely noticed it before—too caught up in him—but it is fucking gorgeous and unlike anything I've ever seen. An oval diamond sits at its center, surrounded by white diamonds fanning outward in delicate rays, some longer than others creating an effect of a sunrise breaking over the horizon.
"This is… Sol, this is so beautiful," I whisper.
"You like it, truly?"
I laugh and kiss his forehead. "How could I not? It's perfect. You're perfect."
He pulls me to him, cups the back of my neck and kisses me. Kisses me as if I'm a balm to his nerves, the air he needs to breathe, as if there's still a small piece of him that's unsure if this is real. And I understand what he's feeling so well because I feel it too.
How could I not?
I used to think love was loud. That it needed constant reassurance. Proof, over and over, that someone wanted me. I thought I needed words to fill every silence, touch to remind me I wasn't alone. Validation to convince me I was enough.
But I was wrong.
Looking into his eyes I’m reminded that love, real love, is quiet, yet so sure there’s no room for doubt. It’s in the way he holds me every morning, how he remembers every small thing I've ever told him. It's the way he's kneeling in front of me right now, beaming, as if I'm the one who just gave him the best moment of my life.
I spent so long believing I wasn't enough. That I had to earn love through sacrifice, through shrinking myself, through being whatever someone else needed me to be. But not anymore.
Sol loves me for exactly who I am. Not despite my flaws, but with them. All of them. And I love him just the same.
I pull back just enough to look at him. The candlelight catches the amber burning in his eyes, the way his breath is unsteady, and suddenly, I need him. I need there to be nothing between us, to feel him everywhere, against my skin, in the deepest parts of my heart and soul.
"Sol," I whisper, like a plea.
His gaze drops to my mouth, his grip tightening on my waist, as he makes a low, desperate sound in his throat.
I don't know which one of us moves first, only that I melt into his kiss. His hands are in my hair, pulling down the pins I used in my bun until it falls down my back.
I push off his suit jacket, and when I struggle with the buttons of his shirt, he rips it off for me. The action makes me whimper. I want that urgency, that aggression on me, in me right now.
I go to drop my coat, but Sol catches it around my shoulders first. "You'll be cold without it," he says, his voice husky and deep.
"Keep me warm then," I whisper.
He growls and the moment it drops he pulls me against him again.
He kisses my neck and shoulders, as he pushes the straps down. I undo his belt and the closure of his pants. When I reach inside of his boxers and free him, he moans.
He's already fully erect for me and I'm soaking wet. I don't want tenderness nor do I need him to ease me into it. I want him just like this.
I put my hand on my chest and gently push him back until he's sitting on the floor. Then I lift my dress above my hips and motion to my underwear. "Take them off."
He smirks at my order, slips his talon underneath the lace, and crooks his finger, pulling me by them. Then he rips them off, sending another surge of wetness right to my core. "What else would you like, my goddess?"
I blush at his words, but they embolden me. I glance down to his hot, pulsing cock. "Hold him."
He does and I sink down pausing right above him before I tilt my hips, and take his head inside.
"Fuck." Sol's head falls back as he swallows hard. "Sienna?—"
Holding onto his shoulders, I adjust my stance and take him deeper.
He fills me, stretches me, until it feels like he'll all but split me in two. And yet I still take more of him. Sol grips my hips pulling me down as he pushes upward, seating me fully on his cock. Then he moves.
He isn't gentle, he's hard, rough, thrusting inside of me. He pulls my breasts free of my gown and bra and feasts on them. Kissing, licking, sucking, and biting them until I can't think straight. All I know is him, all I feel is him.
He fucks me with abandon and my hips roll against his.
