Chapter 746: Like A Dress-Up Doll

Before she could utter another word, Sol moved.

He dropped his body down onto the white furs and his arms braced on either side of her waist, the full weight of his body pinning her down into the thick mammoth pelts.

Veylara let out a surprised gasp as his broad chest pressed flush against her breasts, the weight of his body burying her into the plush mammoth pelts.

Her hard nipples dragged against the dense muscle of his chest with every uneven breath she took.

The thin, semi-translucent wild silk offered zero protection, as his heat punctured straight through the fabric, searing her own skin.

The moment his bare skin touched hers, a violent, electrifying shiver shot through Veylara’s spine, all of her composure and calculations, all fried away.

Sol didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. He leaned down and claimed her mouth.

"Mmph—!"

The kiss was hot, bruising, and truly possessive from the start.

He forced her lips open with his own and drove his tongue deep, filling her mouth, tasting her and devouring her breath whole.

Veylara’s entire body stiffened for a split second as the overwhelming physical mass of his presence crashed over her senses.

Her Fifth Layer core flared in instinctive reaction, essence rising like a storm under her skin, but as his hand squeezed her hip... his fingers digging into her supple flesh... a long, shuddering gasp escaped her throat, and her body completely surrendered to the assault.

Veylara’s head snapped back against the fur pillows, her fingers instantly shooting up to bury themselves deep into his dark hair.

She didn’t pull away; she met his mouth with equal, desperate aggression, her tongue tangling with his as she drank in his taste like a woman dying of thirst in the desert.

Days of suffocating restraint, hours of tedious political meetings, and the constant, cold weight of leadership vanished in a single, explosive instant.

Her arms wrapped fiercely around his neck, pulling him down harder against her chest. Her long, muscled legs parted, hooking around his waist as she dragged him flush against the aching, dripping heat between her thighs.

The thin, semi-translucent wild silk robe tore under the sudden friction, splitting wide open as Sol’s rough hands slid beneath the fabric, gripping the bare, smooth skin of her waist and pulling her body tight against his.

Veylara pulled her mouth back by a fraction of an inch, her cheeks flushed with a dark, radiant crimson, her sapphire eyes gleaming with a mixture of sovereign outrage and wild, unbridled lust.

Her chest heaved against his, her hard nipples dragging against his skin.

"You’re going to tear my silk, brute," she panted, her voice a low growl against his lips.

Sol let out a low, dark chuckle, his hand sliding lower to cup the heavy, warm curve of her bare ass, lifting her off the furs until her wet, scalding pussy pressed directly against the hard bulge of his trousers.

"Then take it off," Sol smirked, his crimson eyes holding hers without a shred of retreat. "You don’t need silk for what we’re doing tonight."

Veylara’s sapphire eyes flashed. For a moment she simply looked at him, breathing hard, the thin cream-white silk still half-torn and clinging damply to her skin.

Then, instead of reaching for the fabric herself, she spoke in a low, deliberate voice.

"You do it."

Sol raised an eyebrow.

The unexpected order hung in the warm air between them. He had expected her to shrug the ruined robe off herself, or at least to help. Instead the Warchief of the Veynar... Layer 5 sovereign, commander of an entire tribe... was lying beneath him and telling him to undress her.

He didn’t hesitate.

Which man could refuse an invitation like that, especially when the woman giving it was Veylara?

His hands left her ass and found the hem of the long silk robe where it still pooled around her smooth, narrow waist. The fabric was cool and slippery under his fingers.

In one smooth, unhurried motion he pushed it upward, gathering the thin material as he went.

Veylara lifted her arms without being asked, cooperating completely, letting him peel the silk over her breasts, past her shoulders, and off her body like a dress-up doll who was perfectly obedient and completely at his mercy.

Sol carelessly dropped the ruined silk over the side of the bed. It whispered to the floor and was forgotten.

What remained was Veylara, fully naked on the white mammoth furs.

In the flickering amber glow of the hearth fire she looked like a primeval goddess sculpted from sun-bronzed clay, muscle, and absolute desire. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths.

The dark, taut circles of her nipples were swollen and rigid against the cool air of the chamber, standing out sharply against the lighter skin of her breasts.

Her stomach was smooth and tightly carved, the faint ridges of muscle shifting with every breath, leading down to the magnificent, flared sweep of her hips and the long, powerful thighs that lay parted on the white pelt.

And between those sculpted thighs, glistening darkly amidst neat, dark curls, her female core was already dripping.

Hot, translucent wetness clung to the soft outer lips and had begun to trickle down toward the furs beneath her, casting an intoxicating, mature musk into the warm air of the room.

Sol’s crimson eyes drank her in without blinking.

Without breaking eye contact he reached down and unbuckled his leather trousers. He shoved them down his hips along with his boots, kicking the garments away until he stood equally bare before her.

His thick, rock-hard cock sprang free, thick and vein-patterned, throbbing with a dark, terrifying heat that radiated off his skin like a furnace.

The broad, blunt head was already weeping a clear bead of pre-cum that glistened under the firelight, sliding slowly down the underside of the cock.

Veylara’s sapphire eyes drifted down his body.

Her pupils dilated as she took in the sheer, massive size of him.

A shuddering breath escaped her parted lips. Her inner walls twitched with an involuntary, aching spasm that sent another visible rush of wetness pooling out between her thighs and soaking deeper into the white fur.