Black Sunshine (Dark Eyes 1)

I gasp, my breath catching, my eyes fluttering closed as I clench around his hand, wanting more, needing more.

“I’m…”

“Coming?” he whispers harshly in my ear, and I can’t even answer him because he moves his hand harder against me, his fingers rubbing over me once, twice, and…

Oh my god.

How can this already be happening?

I try hard to hold my orgasm back, the cries softly strangling in my throat, and I’m biting down on my lip hard enough to draw blood while my body shakes and jerks in my chair, Solon keeping his hand where it is, pressing into me.

“Fuck,” I exclaim quietly, the word trembling on my lips. My heart is racing in my chest, stars falling in front of my eyes, like they’re landing on the table. Golden warmth flows over me, the deep, sated feeling of a mind-blowing orgasm.

How the fuck did he just do that so fast?

He barely even touched me.

I really am an animal around him, aren’t I?

And then reality fights through the haze.

I’m in a restaurant.

And he just made me come in public.

I carefully look around, afraid that others would have seen it all, but it seems I’m of no interest to anyone.

To anyone but Solon that is.

“You bastard,” I growl at him, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from me. Now it comes off me easy and he takes it back. He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes for a moment, and I don’t have to guess what he’s smelling.

“I’ve been called worse things,” he says, supressing a smile as he looks at me. He reaches out and quickly rubs his thumb across my lips, the blood glistening on it, then rubs it across his own lips, licking them delicately.

I swallow uneasily as I watch him, wondering if my blood will do anything to him. He’s shown so much restraint before.

“I seem to recall a time you were begging me to make you come,” he adds, after a thoughtful moment.

“You know you have no right being here,” I tell him, getting angry all over again. What I went through in bloodlust has no bearing on the way I am now around him. Does it?

This is how your body will always react, he’d once told me.

“Need to keep an eye on you, moonshine,” he says, reaching for my glass of champagne and having a gulp before setting it back down. “You’re on fragile ground. It’s a dangerous world now.”

“Dangerous?” I snap. “You’re the one who put me in danger by parading me in a room full of vampires.”

He gives me a steady look. “I told you why I did that.”

“And how am I supposed to trust you? You already lied to me.”

“When?”

“When I found out that you’re the one who sold out my parents, my real ones. You made a trade. You helped kill them. And you wanted me dead too, didn’t you?”

He jerks his head back like I just slapped him, his brows knitted together, eyes on fire. “What?”

“Should we order food?”

Elle’s voice makes me pull away from him and I see her approaching the table. From the wary look on her face I can tell she stayed as long as she did in there to give us some alone time.