Dusk (17 page)

His lips quirked up in a half smile. “He enjoys making cryptic
comments. That is his nature.”

Lucy sighed. “Whatever.”

“Bye, Lucy,” Eva said, tucking her hand into Greyson’s elbow.

“Bye. I’ll call you for lunch,” Lucy said.

Eva touched the corner of her eye and then she and Greyson
disappeared.

“That is so creepy,” Lucy muttered.

Isaac laughed. “You’ll get used to it.”

She shook her head. “Um, no. People disappearing into solid stone?
I think that will always be weird.”

Isaac smiled and turned to his brother. “Thank you for the
information.”

Solomon nodded. “Be careful. Space is unforgiving.”

“I’m always careful.”

Solomon lifted an eyebrow.

“Okay, I’m
almost
always careful,” Isaac said, putting a
hand to the pillar. Before Solomon could respond, he’d disappeared.

Lucy stared at the blank stone for a moment, then glanced out the
windows. The weather had turned foggy again. It was a perfect day for a nap.
The yawn she’d fought off before suddenly took hold of her.

“Time to rest,” Solomon said, touching her cheek. His smiling eyes
warmed her from top to toe.

“Sleep sounds good,” she murmured, tugging him to the spiral
ladder.

When they reached his sleeping level, she unbuttoned her jeans and
shoved them down. Solomon’s eyes went from warm to hot. “I do not think we will
be sleeping just yet.”

Lucy flushed, then slowly took off her shirt. Her lacy bra didn’t
cover much. His arousal touched her empathy, sparking her own. Her skin
prickled with heat.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he said, striding over.

She smiled, relishing the ability to read his emotions. “No death
here,” she said, trailing her fingers over his chest. “I prefer to live.”

He dipped his head down and kissed her softly. “You are going to
be the life of me,” he said quietly.

“Much better,” Lucy murmured, twining her hands in his hair. He
kissed her and she could feel his love for her through their bond. She kissed
him back, nibbling on his lower lip. He groaned, so she did it again. He walked
her backwards to the bed, then tipped her onto the mattress. The rumpled covers
she hadn’t smoothed out that morning bunched up under her thighs.

“Stay still,” he commanded, sliding down to kneel on the floor.

Lucy frowned. “Or what?”

He opened her thighs. “Or I will not kiss your sweet pussy the way
I can feel you want me too,” he said, nipping the inside of her knee.

She trembled. “I don’t know if I can hold still.”

“Your best effort, then,” he told her, sliding his fingers beneath
her panties. Slowly, so slowly she could feel each individual finger, he slid
them down over her hips. “Touch yourself for me.”

Lucy swallowed. Her skin was on fire for him. “Where?” she asked,
looking down her body. His warm gaze met hers.

“Here,” he said, putting a finger to her clit.

She cried out. Just that little tap had her almost on the edge.

“Touch yourself,” Solomon commanded her again. “I want to watch.”

Lucy bit her lip, then let her hands smooth down over her stomach,
and her mound. When she put a finger to herself, she moaned. Sparks of heat
shot through her as Solomon’s arousal flared over her skin. She rubbed the
sensitive bud, spreading her wetness around and around.

“Do not stop,” he said, looming over her.

His t-shirt hugged his muscled torso and Lucy shuddered, working
hard not to climax. He was so much stronger than her. “I can’t hold on like
this,” she begged. Her pussy ached for him.

He unbuttoned his jeans, then took off his shirt. His muscles
flexed. She stared, her fingers going still.
He’s so much bigger than I am,
she thought, mesmerized by the way his pecs moved. He shoved down his jeans and
his cock sprang up to touch his abdomen. It was wet at the tip. Lucy licked her
lips.

Solomon smiled. “Keep teasing yourself, Lucinda.”

She shook her head. “You can feel how aroused I am,” she
whispered. “If I keep going, I’m going to come. And I want you inside me when
that happens.”

He lifted an eyebrow, then took himself in hand, stroking slowly. “I
will not touch you until you touch yourself some more.”

Lucy stared at his hand. He jacked himself slowly at first, then
faster. The crown of his cock grew wetter. She couldn’t look away. She touched
herself again, sliding her fingers deep inside her body, then out again. She
drenched the rumpled covers beneath her, but didn’t care. When she slicked up
her clit, her spine arched. “I’m so close.”

“I can see,” Solomon said, gritting his teeth. His cock looked
even bigger. He reached down and began to fondle his balls.

“Does that feel good?” Lucy asked him, pulling her legs back and
resting her heels on the bed. She wanted him to look at her. She wanted him to
see how crazy he made her.

His eyes were on her pussy. “Yes,” he groaned, hands still moving
on his prick. “It feels very good, but my body remembers how you feel. Your
heat. Your slick arousal.”

Lucy shivered, fingers going still again. She was afraid to even
move them away, now. She was right there.

“Take off your bra,” Solomon told her.

She closed her eyes and whimpered. “You promised you would kiss
me.”

“Do it,” he said.

She took a deep breath and lifted her hands quickly. Even that
small movement shot waves of pleasure through her. Solomon groaned and her eyes
flew to him. He had his fist wrapped around his dick so tightly all she could
see was the head. His heat swept through her and she realized that he was
choking off his own orgasm. That knowledge only made it harder to keep herself
from going over. She squirmed on the bed, reaching under her back and
unclasping her bra. She flung it aside.

“Touch your nipples.”

Lucy panted. “You’re torturing me.”

He bared his teeth at her. “Yes. And myself.”

She held his gaze as she brought her fingers to her nipples.
Pleasure rocketed through her, like a bolt of electricity from her breasts to
her clit.

“Beautiful,” Solomon breathed, slowly moving his hand down his
length again.

Lucy rolled her nipples between her fingers, opening her legs even
wider. “What are you waiting for?”

His eyes darkened. “Come for me, lovely Lucinda.”

She slid a hand back down to her pussy. “Come here, Solomon.” Her
clit was swollen and wet. She rubbed it, gasping as her orgasm rolled up
through her.
So close...

“Stop,” he said, going to his knees again.

“What?”

He took her wrists and urged her fingers away. She keened, hips
bucking as she tried to chase the pleasure.

“Shh,” he said, breathing on her pussy.

She writhed. His warm breath wasn’t quite enough to push her over
the crest. “Solomon, please. Touch me.”

“No.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, holding her wrists
tightly. “Not yet.”

Lucy didn’t understand what he was doing. “I can sense how close
you are,” she told him, curling her toes.

“Mmmm.” He nibbled up to her labia, then licked the crease of her
thigh.

It still wasn’t enough for her. “God,” she gasped, clenching her
fingers. He held her fast against the mattress.

“Feel my breath,” he murmured, blowing on her clit.

The air fluttered over the sensitive bud. Lucy’s spine arched,
seeking more. He stood up and leaned over her, still holding her wrists. Her
eyes flew open. His erection bumped her thigh as he stretched her arms up over
her head. Quickly, he wound a soft length of cloth around her wrists.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.
Is he tying my hands with my own shirt?

“Keep your hands above your head,” he said.

She bit her lip. “Solomon…”

He ran his hands down her arms, over her breasts and opened her
legs wide. “Stay like that.” He palmed her mound, grinding against her clit for
a moment.

She groaned.
So good,
she thought brokenly, but then he
lifted away before she could come.

He took himself in hand, spreading the moisture he’d gathered on
his fingers over his cock.

Lucy stared at him, feeling strangely vulnerable. He’d seen all
there was of her, as she had of him. He had her memories. He could feel her
emotions.
What is he doing?

When he began to stroke himself again, Lucy moaned. “Please, fuck
me.”

He shook his head. “Concentrate.” His hand went slower. The crown
of his shaft leaked steadily. He was close, too.

She blinked. “On what?”

“Use your empathy. Feel me touch myself,” he replied, sliding his
fingers over his tiny slit.

Lucy shuddered. She was so hot her scalp prickled. She twisted her
fingers together and did as he asked. Her empathy opened wider and she shivered
as the ghost of his fingers brushed over her pussy. His eyes gleamed down at
her as he moved, and she gasped as the sensation solidified. He gripped his
cock hard and she moaned as something squeezed her clit. “Solomon, God,” she
gasped out, legs shaking as she struggled to keep them open.

“Focus,” he ordered, jacking his hand faster.

She panted, moisture rolling from her pussy down her ass. Her clit
swelled even more as he fucked his hand. She couldn’t look away. His face went
taut, and she held her breath as the wave crested, and then it faded as he
stopped. He stood there shaking, fist clenched around his shaft.

“Solomon, oh my God, please don’t stop,” she begged, more
desperate for release than she’d ever been in her life.

He took a deep slow breath, then let go of himself. “Can you feel
me?” he growled, voice rough.

She nodded, rolling her hips on the bed as if that would help
assuage the ache. “Yes.”

He bent over her and helped her up the bed, then knelt between her
legs. “Feel this,” he said, taking himself in hand again.

The moment he grasped his cock, Lucy felt it in her body. She
cried out, but then he touched the tip of his dick to her pussy. He was hot and
wet and she wanted him inside.
Right now.
Her hips lifted, but he lifted away immediately. She protested, but he pushed
her down with a hand on her abdomen.

“Do not move,” he said.

She thrashed her head from side to side, beyond words. When he put
his cock against her pussy again, she sucked in a breath and bit her cheek.
Hard.

“That’s it,” he murmured. He didn’t move.

“You’re making me crazy,” she managed to say.

He smiled. “Feel me?” He slid in a little, then threw back his
head. “God, you are so hot.”

She shuddered, but didn’t move. She was afraid he would move away
again if she did.

“Good,” he murmured, sliding in a little bit further. “I can feel
what you feel, Lucy.”

Lucy could feel him too. Her empathy was buzzing with energy as he
slowly slid inside her body. As he did, she felt his emotions, too. Felt what
it was like for him to penetrate her. She felt his need to push her harder. “What
are you waiting for?” she asked.

He growled and grabbed her thighs, forcing them wider as he leaned
over her. “For this,” he muttered, then he started thrusting, hard and fast.

Lucy screamed as her climax crashed into her. She couldn’t tell
what was her and what was him anymore. His cock swelled and jerked as he
orgasmed, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. Dimly, she realized
that he’d pushed them both so high that one time wasn’t going to be enough. He
grunted, muscles working as he fucked her across the bed. There was nothing she
could do except take it. Take him into her. When he groaned, hips snapping
against her groin one last time, another orgasm roared over them. She wrapped
her legs around him. When the pleasure finally started to fade, Lucy realized
she was crying.

Solomon collapsed on top of her and tucked his face into her neck,
breathing heavily. She didn’t care. She dropped her still-tied hands down over
his head and held on as tightly as she could. His love moved through her in a
great wave, like a star exploding into the eternal night. It touched her love
for him and took it back, rushing through Solomon and then back into her in an
endless loop.

Lucy closed her eyes and let love take her into sleep.

Epilogue

“I don’t understand why I’m so nervous,” Lucy said to Eva in the
vestibule of the church.

Near the doors that led into the pews, her father snorted. “Because
it’s your wedding day?”

Lucy made a face at him. “I’m already paired with Solomon. We’ve
been living together for two months now.”