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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.

For a few heartbeats he stayed with just her lips... tasting, claiming, letting her feel the difference in control... before he gently caught her lower lip between his teeth and bit down with careful, deliberate pressure.

A startled, involuntary moan broke from Veylara’s throat, and her lips parted due to the unexpected sensation.

The moment her lips parted around that moan, Sol took the opportunity without hesitation. He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.

The sudden invasion shocked her as her body stiffened in his arms.

A small, muffled sound of surprise escaped her as his tongue slid past her lips and into the wet heat of her mouth for the first time.

For a moment she struggled... not with full strength, nor with the Layer 4 power that could have thrown him across the pond if she truly wanted freedom, but with the instinctive, startled resistance of a woman who had not expected the kiss to turn this consuming this quickly.

Her hands pressed against his chest and her body twisted around in his hold, the soft heavy weight of her breasts sliding wetly across his skin, dark nipples dragging against him as she tried to create some space.

She tried to turn her head, to break the seal of his mouth on hers, to reclaim even a fraction of the control she was used to commanding in every other part of her life.

But obviously, Sol wasn’t going to let her go that easily.

His arms locked tighter around her, one hand spreading wide across her bare back, the other locked around her waist pulled her even harder against him until there was no space left between their wet bodies, until the soft, slightly bushy heat of her pussy was pressed directly against the thick, aching ridge of his cock beneath the water.

He swallowed her next attempted sound of protest and kept his mouth sealed over hers, tongue pushing deeper, refusing to yield a single inch of the ground he had just taken.

The message was clear in the way he held her: she had invited this, she had pushed him past the point of careful restraint, and now he was going to take the lead she had dared him to take.

Once he had control, Sol went wild inside her mouth.

His tongue stroked over hers, coaxing, then claiming, curling around the soft, startled muscle and drawing it into play.

He continued the coaxing until the startled tension in her body began to shift into something less certain.

He then mapped the inside of her mouth with thorough, hungry attention... sliding along the sensitive roof, tracing the edges of her teeth, pressing deeper until he could feel the soft give of her throat at the very back.

He felt the taste of her mouth, the faint mineral coolness of the spring water still on her lips mixed with the warmer, more intimate taste of her own mouth.

And drank her saliva as if it were something precious, swallowing the taste of her, then pushed his own into her mouth in return, making her take it, making her share the wet heat of the kiss until the boundary between them blurred, and turning the kiss wetter, deeper, filthier with every passing second.

Veylara made another muffled sound against his lips... half protest, half something that no longer sounded like protest at all.

Her struggles weakened.

The hands that had been pushing against his chest slowly lost their resistance.

One of them slid up, almost without her conscious decision, and gripped his shoulder instead.

The other remained trapped between their bodies, palm still pressed to his hard muscle, but no longer trying to create distance.

Every time his tongue stroked over hers, every time he sucked lightly on her lower lip before diving back in, every time he angled her head to take her mouth even more thoroughly, another layer of that initial shocked resistance melted away.

And when his tongue stroked particularly deeply against hers, her hips gave a small, involuntary shift under the water, the soft slightly bushy heat of her pussy brushing along the aching length of his cock again.

The contact drew a low groan from Sol that vibrated into her mouth, and he answered it by kissing her even harder.

He did not give her any room to think.

He kissed her like a man who had been starving for ages. He licked along the roof of her mouth, sucked lightly on her tongue, continuing the thorough, unrestrained exploration as if he intended to map every part of it.

He played with her tongue until she was tentatively answering him, then rewarded the response by going even deeper. He then licked into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes that made her breath stutter, then faster, hungrier ones that forced her to cling to him just to stay upright in the water.

The wet sounds of the kiss mixed with the soft lapping of the pond around their bodies, intimate and obscene under the quiet moonlit trees.