Her dark eyes were almost black with hunger, lips swollen and shiny, chest rising and falling in sharp pulls.
"Sol—" she spoke in barely audible sound, her voice ragged and husky.
He cut her off with another brief, claiming kiss, then spoke against her mouth.
Zeyra's hands immediately went to the front of his trousers, fingers already tugging at the leather cord with frantic urgency.
Sol caught both wrists and pinned them lightly against her own thighs, stopping her. Confusion and questions flashed across her face… deeply mixed with a fresh, almost painful spike of need.
"Not yet," he said. His usually crimson eyes had gone dark with thick, heavy lust. "Let's try something different."
"Kyu-uu?!"
Zeyra made a cute confused squeal, as she was barely able to contain her hunger but she didn't complain and continued to look at him with confusion.
Sol stepped back just far enough to put space between them, then nodded toward the thick moss at his feet.
"Sit."
