"So when you're with me, you don't need to control your desire. I'll help you."
Your words hang in the air like a dark promise. And Solan is quick to respond.
"Help me..."
, he says, his voice smooth like velvet.
"Those are your words, not mine."
His eye burns with something dangerous, something that makes your pulse skip.
"Before you help me completely unleash it—"
, he continues, his grip on your waist tightening.
"Don't. Leave. Me."
Time seems to stop. The room is heavy with heat, your breath caught as Solan pulls you against him. His lips brush yours once, testing, before deepening the kiss with sudden urgency. His hand slides beneath your shirt, fingertips dragging slowly along your bare skin, leaving sparks in their wake.
His mouth trails down your neck, marking you with every kiss, every bite. His restraint feels fragile, like he could snap at any second, yet the way his hands roam your body is deliberate, hungry, unwilling to stop…