The idea of being bare before a spirit who has likely seen worse than Sol in her lifetime is, in some ways, exactly what he needs. “Oh?” the forest nymph hums. She runs a hand down Sol’s shoulder, and Sol leans into it, into her. “Interesting. I was planning on simply devouring you, you see. But…” Her cool breaths fall against Sol’s neck. “Sol,” she whispers, chilled words into Sol’s skin. “I want to experience you.”
