The question hung between their mouths, soft and challenging, the last thin barrier of restraint either of them still pretended to hold.
Now that they had reached this stage, there's no way he was gonna back down.
So, Sol's answer was direct and devastating.
With a low, rough sound that came from deep in his chest, he violently pulled her fully into his arms.
One hand locked hard at the small of her back, the other sliding up to cup the back of her head, fingers threading into the wet dark mass of her hair.
He poured all of his strength into the kiss as he took the lead and captured her soft lips with his own.
This was nothing like the fierce but still surface-level kiss she had given him moments before.
Sol wanted more.
He wanted everything.
He kissed her hard and with intense hunger, angling her head the way he wanted, pressing her fully against him until the softness of her bare breasts was crushed to his chest.
