But Sol didn't give her long to recover.
His mouth immediately trailed downward, hot and open against her flushed skin. He dragged his lips along the elegant line of her jaw, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot just below her ear.
Then lower… to the graceful column of her neck. He latched onto the pounding pulse point with savage hunger, sucking hard. His tongue swirled over the skin as he pulled the flesh into his mouth, creating a dark, possessive mark that would bloom purple by morning.
Zephyra whimpered loudly, her head tilting back instinctively to give him better access, her hands tightening on his shoulders.
"Sol…" she breathed, voice wrecked and husky.
He didn't stop, not even the king of the underworld could make him stop at this stage. He moved lower still, lips and tongue painting a wet path across her collarbone.
Thick beads of sweat had rolled down earlier during her ritual and their frantic grinding, now he licked them up greedily.
