Chapter 67: Birthday Planning

Mia's POV I felt Sol trace his hands over my skin. His cold hand left a trail of goosebumps wherever it traveled, over my back, arms, stomach, or legs. His fingers toyed there at the last place longer than the other, and I trapped his hand between my thighs. My teeth sunk into his arm to halt his movements, and I felt his chest rumble as he laughed with glee. "Not yet," I said as he shifted over me slightly. "I'm still tired." Sol didn't move. His eyes only scanned the expanse of my exposed skin. Purple and red marks on display for him were sucked, licked, and bit, each memory sending a chill of pleasure down my spine as his eyes bore into them. His fingers traced them, and my breath was stolen from me as he applied pressure to each mark on my body. He began to apologize. "I shouldn't have been so rough with you." "Why were you?" I asked him, wanting to hear the words from his mouth. He sighed. "Because I was jealous. I still am, truth be told. All the things I sa