Before she could utter another word, Sol moved.
He dropped his body down onto the white furs and his arms braced on either side of her waist, the full weight of his body pinning her down into the thick mammoth pelts.
Veylara let out a surprised gasp as his broad chest pressed flush against her breasts, the weight of his body burying her into the plush mammoth pelts.
Her hard nipples dragged against the dense muscle of his chest with every uneven breath she took.
The thin, semi-translucent wild silk offered zero protection, as his heat punctured straight through the fabric, searing her own skin.
The moment his bare skin touched hers, a violent, electrifying shiver shot through Veylara's spine, all of her composure and calculations, all fried away.
Sol didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. He leaned down and claimed her mouth.
"Mmph—!"
The kiss was hot, bruising, and truly possessive from the start.
