Spent (Wrecked #2) by Charity Parkerson Page B

where her neck and shoulder met. He’d kissed that exact spot hundreds of times. It never got old.
    “I swear it. For the rest of eternity, I promise to do everything within my power to make everything right. You’ll never know how sorry I am for how things turned out.”
    Bailey rolled onto her back, meeting his gaze, and surprising him with her outrage. Even with the ability to read her thoughts, he was caught off guard by her intensity. “No. We talked about it. I might not be able to remember everything, but I remember that. Our son has a real shot at having a normal life. One I never had. I was never meant for a long life. That was written long before my birth. What would’ve happened to him after years of a crazy mother and my death?” He felt her revulsion, witnessed the memories of the things her father had done to her, watched as she pictured them happening to their child at the hands of a stranger. Sol wanted to burn the images she painted from his brain, but if Bailey had to carry their weight, so too would he. “He could’ve ended up with anyone after I died,” Bailey said, giving life to the images in her mind. “And I wanted our son to have a long, wonderful life.” Her palm touched his cheek. Her faith in him left Sol speechless. “I know you’re making damn sure he’s protected.” Tears filled her eyes, cutting through him like a scythe, and making him want to lay waste to half of Hell. He knew she could see the rage boiling beneath his human façade. She didn’t cower. He needed to make it better.
    “Do you remember that tasty doctor who was enamored by you? The one who was more than happy to play with us once given the chance?” The pain in Bailey’s eyes disappeared, transforming into embarrassment. Yet lust coated the air. Yes. She remembered the man well. Sol couldn’t decide if he should laugh or moan. Either way, he’d changed her mood. “He’s raising our son.”
    A blinding smile lit Bailey’s face, making Sol’s erection throb. “Perfect.”
    “I thought so,” Sol said, dipping his head and stroking the inside of her elbow with his tongue. “The man is very patient. Since our son is half demon, he’ll need every ounce of that perseverance.”
    Bailey chuckled. The sound went straight to his balls, drawing them up tight. “I didn’t even think of that, but Dr. Mullins was longsuffering. He’ll make sure our son has a good life.” Bailey’s fingers skimmed his cheek. Against his will, Sol’s eyes fell closed at the sensation. “What about you, Solas?” Damn, the way she said his name. Every single time, it was the same as having his dick stroked. “Have you had a good life?”
    Turning his head, Sol pressed a kiss to her palm. When it came to Bailey, he was incapable of lying. Instead, he went with the bare minimum. “Life has been… quiet without you.”
    “Lonely,” Bailey said, proving how well she knew him, and stripping away his ability to remain ambiguous.
    “The silence has been deafening.” The smell of her tears assailed his senses, forcing his eyes open. The beast inside him came unleashed at the sight of the moisture on her cheeks. In a single leap, he had Bailey pinned beneath him. “No. You don’t cry for me.” His voice sounded demonic. Sol couldn’t draw the monster back inside. “It’s your duty to love me. I don’t accept your tears.” Even though he knew what he must look like in his fury, with his mirage of humanity wavering, Bailey still cupped his face between her hands and held his stare. The love in her eyes never lessened. She was the only person in existence who didn’t fear him. At first, the phenomenon intrigued him enough to keep him interested. Before he understood what was happening, she’d been under his skin—more a part of him than magic. “It’s your job to writhe for me.”
    Sol slid down her body, opening his mouth over her pussy. Her feminine salt mixed with his cum, tasting like ambrosia coating his tongue. A