He leaned in just slightly, gold catching the light at the corners of his mouth.
"Love, I mean this as humbly as possible… chasing riches isn't necessary. I'm already wealthy."
The smirk tugging at his lips was magnetic, pulling me in, making it impossible to focus on anything but him.
"I told you I'm not your love," I murmured.
"And I told you I don't share," he murmured back. "We're both telling each other things,love… but neither of us is walking away."
My heart raced as his gaze dropped. His eyes traced the lines of my dress as if it were art. Then he reached out, fingers brushing one of the strings at my waist. He gave it a gentle tug, pulling me close enough for his breath to ghost over my ear.
"You look and smell like you need a release. Let me handle that for you."
"Wha…what?" I stammered, the music suddenly loud in my ears.
"I wanna make you cum, love." His words landed bluntly, and my stomach twisted.
I knew I shouldn't have been feeling anything in this moment other than disgust, but the liquor, and Solace's magnetic pull made my body want to betray my mind.
Honor. I belong to Honor.
"I have a?—"
"You told me that already." Solace's gaze didn't run. "And normally I wouldn't think twice about a woman who's spoken for." A slow smile curved his mouth. "But I've been thinking 'bout you… more than twice."
Solace's fingers strummed the strings of my dress like a guitar, and I instantly thought about what they'd feel like pushing past my pussy lips and strumming against my spot.
"Solace, I?—"
My breath… he stole it as his lips crashed into mine. My eyes flew open, then hazed low. His tongue dipped in and out of my mouth, tasting like peppermint and weed. Every rule I thought Ilived by felt fragile and ready to crack under pressure. My mind screamed,don't, but every nerve in my body whisperedyes.
"Solace," I hummed, breaking the kiss. "Not here."
I folded my hand into his and led him further down the hall toward the bathroom. He reached around me, pushing the door open so I could walk through. He walked in behind me and locked the door.
"You can't… not with that." I nodded toward his jeans. His dick pressed against the fabric, showing just how perfectly mushroomed the head was.
"I wouldn't disrespect you or myself like that, Navy," he sincerely said. "I'm selfish with my woman and stingy with my dick. When you're mine, then he'll be yours and not a moment before. You hear me, love?"
"I'm not your?—"
I gasped when his hand brushed the hem of my dress, sending a shiver through all the places I promised to Honor. He leaned in, pressing me back against the door, and the heat from his body against mine made every nerve scream.
My mind screameddon't, while my body screamedtoo late.
"Solace…" I breathed as he pressed his fingers inside me.
He smirked slowly and knowingly as his fingers explored me until they found my spot. My hips bucked, pulling them in deeper.
"I can feel you, love," he murmured, nipping my nipple through my dress.
"I'm not your?—"
"Love," he finished, calm and commanding, then pressed his thumb into my clit, possessively. "I know."
The way he said it made me go still. There wasn't anger or argument in his tone, just magnetic energy. The kind that madeusfeel inevitable, like me not being his love was only a matter of time.
"Solace we… mhmmm," I hummed as my body trembled in ways I couldn't control.
