Page 41 of The Devil's Demise

Finally.

I play faster, wanting this song to end so he can have me.

Crawling, he slides those fingertips higher. My breathing is shallow as he slides up against my core, right between my slit, sliding up and down.

“Oh God,” I breathe, losing concentration, my fingers slipping off the keys.

“Don’t stop or I stop,” he warns. “I wanna hear you play while I play with you.”

I swallow the heaviness in my throat, a trail of goose bumps running up both arms, as he slips my panties to the side with his index finger.

My thighs willingly spread, needing the ache to ease, yet knowing it’ll return if he wills it so. He owns both my body and my heart. I’m his to play. He’s right about that.

“Enzo!” I cry as he grazes my clit with his thumb just a fraction, just enough for me to crave more of it. “Please, I need . . .” My fingers pound on the keys, and I stop playing. Suddenly, he does too.

“No…” I protest. “You can’t do this to me.”

His deep-chested chuckle, those lips humming across my neck, it sends a jolt down into the space I need him to fill.

“Hands back on the piano. I told you what I want. Now finish.”

With a groan, I make my hands work again, playing with fervor, and he finally touches me again. His fingers brush over me, teasing my lips there. I exhale sharply as he eases inside me, just the tip of his fingers and I burn everywhere. “Enzo, yes,” I whisper on a moan. A thumb fondles my clit, as he fucks me deeper now, two fingers where one had been.

“Harder!” I cry, the music no longer sounding right, but I don’t stop a second as he fucks me, my hips circling, needing more. “Enzo, I’m gonna ... Oh God!”

My hands tremble against the piano as I cry, my toes curling in the pumps wrapped around my feet. “Fuck me ... I need you.”

“I know what you need,” he groans, his other hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back so I can look at the eyes of the man I desperately want.

His teeth grit as he pounds deeper inside me, three fingers stretching me wide until my eyes roll back and I think I stopped playing.

“Yes, yes, yes ... don’t stop. Do-don’t ... ohhh ... fuck, Enzo!” His name on my lips is a desperate plea for more. Our eyes are fastened as every inch of me scorches up while I fall into the fire he created. I’m quivering against his chest as he looks at me as though he wants to devour me.

I don’t stop coming. It’s unending. I’m a trembling mess as his fingers wedge so deep, I see stars.

His hard breathing is at my forehead while my body gradually eases, my exhales a tattered mess. He cups a palm around my throat, gripping me in a choke hold as he turns my head back to him, and takes my mouth with his. It’s like a damn possession—teeth, lips, growls, and moans. We practically tear each other apart, the passion dripping from the love and sizzling chemistry we have for one another.

His teeth sink around my lower lip, pulling hard enough for the pain and pleasure to feel one and the same. I suck his tongue into my mouth, and he tightens the large span of his palm around my throat in the most delirious way. I crave when he turns animalistic—a man who desires me with ruthless need.

“Stand up,” he demands, backing off as I try to get to my feet. He helps me up, his piercing gaze roaming down my body, leaving a path of destruction in its wake. Because I want him again, need him so bad, I’m willing to beg to feel his cock inside me.

Before I can say a word, his hands are on my dress, yanking the side zipper down. “Take it off for me.” His eyes grow hooded, my mouth parting as my hands go to my shoulders, our gazes touching the way I want our bodies to. Slowly, I let the dress drift lower, and lower, exposing my breasts to the gaze feasting on me.

His jaw clenches, his chest rattling with heavy breaths. Without taking my eyes away from his, I let the dress glide all the way down, until I’m in nothing but those panties and heels he wanted.

“Fuck, you’re goddamn beautiful.” His voice slams with an ache as though it hurts to look at me. The emotions on his face—my God, I can feel them.

He comes nearer, a fierce look in his eyes, like a predator waiting to catch his prey. With a rough palm against my stomach, he pushes me back against the piano, then grabs under my thighs and lifts me up on top of it. My ass hits the keys, the music now a haphazard mess, kinda like me.

His hips pull in between my thighs. He cups my breasts with both hands, massaging my sensitive flesh, thumbing over my stiff nipples.

“Please, Enzo . . .” My brows tighten, the walls inside me constricting with heady desire. “I need your cock.”

He bends to me, his heavy breathing floundering against my lips as he leans in some more, his mouth against my jaw, his teeth grazing the skin as he pushes his finger into my pussy, inch by tantalizing inch.

I open for him, wanting him to plunder deeper, faster. “Enzo, please give it to me harder.”

He chuckles gruffly. “Look at my greedy wife, spreading open her pretty pussy for me as wide as she can.” He glides another finger between my wetness, and I arch my back on a moan, the sensation…it’s too much.

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