Spent (Wrecked #2) by Charity Parkerson Page A

case and swearing he owned her, Bailey held his stare as she worked his pants down his hips. She didn’t have to work at keeping her mind focused on Sol. He had her. All of her. “I love you, Solas.”
    As his name left her lips, Sol exploded into action. What little clothing they had left disappeared, and he was inside her. All Bailey could do was hold on and feel. She became a giant nerve ending, experiencing every sensation like never before. Somehow, Sol ravaged her and made love to her sweetly at the same time. Her sex quivered as wave upon wave of pleasure rocked her. Sex with Solas was literally addicting. Most humans couldn’t withstand it without going mad. Bailey had never understood what made her different. Perhaps she really had already been insane by the time he’d come into her life. It didn’t matter what made her special, but she was beyond grateful. Some might say she was a fool for falling in love with one of the princes of Hell. She didn’t give a fuck what people would say. People had failed her long ago. Solas never had.
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    Bailey toyed with his fingers. The small touch felt like tiny pops of electricity running through his body. He loved it. Sol could hear the thousand questions running through Bailey’s mind. He tried blocking them out without success. She’d never liked for him to read her mind. Although there was nothing he enjoyed more than giving in to her every desire, when they were touching, he couldn’t break the connection. Instead, he remained silent, giving her time to make her inquiries at her own pace.
    “Why didn’t you come for me?” At her question, he bit back a sigh of relief. He wanted to tell her everything. “I mean, I’ve been here for months.”
    Sol played with her hair as he tried to decide where to start. The way her bare ass pressed against his erection made it hard as hell to think straight. “I didn’t know where you were. There was something blocking you from me. Of course, I realize now it was the psychopomp.” Sol couldn’t shape the man’s name. Not yet anyhow. His rage needed time to cool. “You were supposed to be delivered to me over a year ago, but didn’t show.”
    “The drive-by.”
    “Yes,” Sol said, confirming her words. “At the time, I thought a higher power had intervened. I’ve been half-crazed, devising ways to find you. Then, one day, there you were, sitting by the river. I knew immediately you hadn’t regained your memory of me as you should have with death.”
    “How did you know?”
    Even though she wasn’t looking at him, Sol smiled. He couldn’t hide his pride. “You were scared of me, and that’s not like you. Even when I was covered from head to toe in your father’s blood, his body in pieces around us, and you having witnessed the entire episode, you didn’t fear me. I knew then someone was keeping you hidden from me.”
    “That’s why you put me to sleep.”
    Sol nodded. He was so proud of her. Even with only half her memories returned, she understood him better than anyone. “I followed you in your dreams, but once there, your captor didn’t show, and my greed for you bested me.”
    “So you gave me a spell to trap Lucien.”
    He didn’t confirm her words. They both knew Lucien would need to be dealt with, and Sol wasn’t sure yet what he would do. Bailey loved Lucien. Sol loved giving in to Bailey’s desires. It was a conundrum. Silence filled the room. Bailey’s rapid-fire thoughts didn’t slow. The raging tide inside her mind was oddly comforting. Chaos was his drug of choice. Being with Bailey was like standing in the eye of a tornado. Sol couldn’t get enough.
    “What’s his name?”
    Sol wouldn’t pretend to misunderstand, adding to Bailey’s pain. She deserved to know everything about their child. “Phenex.”
    “Do you promise his life will be the best?”
    Sol brushed aside the blonde strands of hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. As if his lips knew their place, they found the spot