Page 52 of Solomon’s Temple

I shook my head before he even finished his sentence. “I’m ready. You made me feel special since our first date. Although you almost messed things up, you have redeemed yourself. This is the most thoughtful and by far the best experience of my life. I’m ready whenever you are.”

Those beautiful teeth appeared, and we turned to the minister.

“On this day of July twentieth, we stand before God and these two souls to bind them as one . . .” The minister continued his speech until it was time to say ‘I do.’ We didn’t have any special vows. We’d save that for the big wedding. Without hesitation, we both agreed to live together in holy matrimony as husband and wife.

When Solomon revealed an oval-shaped diamond ring, tears formed in my eyes at the simple yet most beautiful diamond I’d ever seen.

When it was time for the kiss, Solomon didn’t kiss me. Instead, he swept me off my feet and hurried us to the awaiting carriage.

“Solomon!” I yelled, laughing as he rushed down the pathway.

“Thanks, Minister Saldano. I’ll grab that paperwork from you before we leave,” he said over his shoulder, then hopped in the carriage with me in his lap. “Let’s ride. Expeditiously,” he told the horseman.

I laughed. “We have two more days here, baby. No need to rush.”

His eyes came to me and lowered to my lips, then back up. “I don’t even have the ten minutes it will take to get you back to this villa and out of this dress. You’ve been testing me since I met your pretty ass. Now that you’re mine, I ain’t letting up off you.”

Oh shit!

I lay on my back, arms and legs tied to the bedposts by ties I didn’t know he had. I was naked, horny as fuck, and had been lying here for the last ten minutes while he sat in the chair watching me.

It was pure torture.

And fucking deliberate.

Solomon wanted to torture me. Make me beg for it. I needed to be penetrated, sucked, licked, and pounded on.

“Lo . . .”

“I’m here, Beauty,” he replied in a low tone. “Just taking everything in.”

“I-I can’t⁠—”

“I’m teaching you how to have patience. Everything doesn’t have to be a rush, my love.”

I turned my head to glare at him. “The way you snatched me off that altar, I thought we wouldn’t even make it past the threshold.”

He snorted a laugh. “You’re right. I couldn’t wait to get you here to do exactly this.” He then stood slowly, each step calculated as he circled the bed before standing at the foot of it, then leaned against the dresser in nothing but his briefs.

Goodness, this man was fine.

And intense.

“You’re torturing me.”

A slow smirk lifted on his face. “No, I’m studying you.” Without turning or looking away, he slid open the top drawer and removed something that looked like a medium-sized silicone hook.

“This . . . is a triple stimulator. Designed to target the A-spot, G-spot, and clitoris.” He pushed a button, then moved to my side and leaned over me, kissing my lips while sliding the vibrator between my legs.

My body tensed. “Jee-sus!”

“Tsk, tsk, Beauty. Not in the bedroom, baby. He don’t need to witness what I’m about to do to you.”

“Looo,” I moaned, feeling like I was about to explode already. He captured my left nipple into his mouth and sucked, ending it with a soft pull. “Baby, please. I’m . . . oh shit! I’m about to cum!” I yelled. My hips rotated, and just before I felt the euphoric blast, he removed the vibrator. “Solomon, fuck! W-what are you doing?” I whined.

“Taking you to the top before I let you jump.”

“Pleeassee . . . what the fuck?”