Page 37 of A Song of Death and Desire

The man wraps a soft hand around my stomach and pulls my ass into his crotch. He directs my movements to match his as we move our hips from side to side. As we move together his hands start to run up and down my sides. A breath of warm air brushes against the back of my neck and I feel the softest press of lips. Goddess, I wish they were Eagan’s lips, but I close my eyes and try to ignore the ache that pinches in my chest when I think of him. He’s made it clear that he doesn’t want commitment so there shouldn’t be anything wrong with me having fun with someone else. I’m not sure if I believe that though.

Confusion strikes me when the sound of an “oof,”accompanied by the disappearance of the warmth at my back brings me back to reality, my body mourning the loss of that physical connection. I’m suddenly spun around, and strong hands grip my shoulders. I lift my head and stare into the deep, ocean eyes of Eagan. His pupils are blown, and his breaths are heavy as his eyes seem to reach into my soul. Over to the side,the man who was dancing with me disappears into the crowd of people, giving me a look of annoyance as he goes. I barely give him a second thought.

Eagan grabs my chin and pulls my gaze back to him. “What are you doing, vicious one?” he growls, low and deep, sending shivers down my spine.

“Dancing, of course,” I reply, attempting, and failing to pull my chin from his tight grasp.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“Of course not. I asked you to dance and you said no. It’s not my fault someone else wanted to dance with me.” Still partially restraining me, he doesn’t move or utter a word for a few heartbeats.

“Fine, vicious one. You want to dance? Then let’s dance.” Eagan turns me around again and pulls my ass firmly into him, much more demanding than the man before him. I let out a groan as I feel every inch of his cock through my barely there dress. There’s no doubt that he’s turned on and I’m right there with him. Eagan’s movements are rough and forceful in the best way as he dictates every motion I make.

I’m burning. Electricity pulses through my skin as his touch ignites me. Though we dance so similarly to the way I was dancing before, it couldn’t feel more different. I can’t breathe from the rush of desire that floods my body.

Eagan buries his head in the crook of my neck and bites gently, causing a hiss to slip through my teeth. He soothes the bite with a stroke of his tongue, and I let out a soft whimper and grind my ass even harder into his cock, desperate to feel every inch of him.

Eagan's hands fall to my legs, and he begins to caress softly up my thighs. He reaches the hem of my dress but doesn't stop. Once his hands move under my dress they pause for a moment. I become hyper-aware of the people around us, the indecency ofour actions and then simply decide that I couldn’t care less what they think.

When I make no notion to stop him, instead, pushing myself into him even more, his long, soft fingers continue on their journey. A gasp leaves his lips when he moves higher still. “Oh, my vicious one, you’re not wearing any panties. Did you think you were going to get through tonight without me noticing?”

My skin heats, not with embarrassment, but with lust. “I couldn’t wear panties with this dress,” I taunt. “It’s too tight and I can’t have visible panty lines.” My words come in gasps as I feel incapable of drawing in a full breath.

“Hmm,” he moans, pressing his head into my neck once more, the intimacy of his actions surprising and delighting me. “Are you drenched for me? Is your cunt dripping with need for me?” My heart beats ferociously at his filthy words and the sounds of the music and people around me cease to exist. All I can hear is Eagan’s breathing and my heart racing. I nod like a bobblehead, desperate to show him how much I want him. How much Ineedhim.

His fingers lightly touch my core, and a shiver runs all the way through my body. For a few breaths, he moves his fingers, feeling my wetness that he accurately predicted was there. The niggling thought in the back of my mind returns, trying to tell me that what we are doing is inappropriate in a public space. But again, I can’t bring myself to care. And with the way everyone else here is pressed against each other, hands, and mouths devouring, I’m not certain that anyone else cares either. I banish that little voice for good and surrender to Eagan.

After only a couple of strokes of my clit, he runs his fingers through my wetness and then withdraws them. It’s not much but enough to spike my already high arousal and leave me wanting. He lifts his fingers to his mouth, taking care to lick each one clean. He then captures my mouth with his over my shoulderand the taste of myself on his lips drives me wild. Every time we give in to this need between us, our kisses are intense and claiming. In this I don’t submit. My lips and my tongue fight with his, teeth clashing and nipping.

He steps away but grabs my hand, pulling me away from the dance floor and I show absolutely no resistance. We weave in and out of the crowd, trying not to step on any feet or bump into anyone. I pull down the hem and smooth my dress with my other hand when I notice that it has risen to an indecent length thanks to Eagan’s exploration.

Eagan leads me into a hallway with bathrooms. He looks around, taking note of the small group of girls hanging around the girl's bathroom who are looking rather intoxicated. Instead, he pushes me through a door with a sign that indicates that it’s the staff bathroom.

“Eagan,” I hiss, “what are you doing? We shouldn’t be here.”

He pushes me over to the bathroom counter, pushing me forward onto it and my hands fly out to brace myself. “Hands on the counter, vicious one and stick that pretty ass out for me.”

Chapter 38

Well, I’m doing a fucking shit job at remaining disconnected from Kairi. Nothing in my intentions to just use her for sex included groping her on the dance floor in a possessive show of dominance to any other interested men. When I saw her dancing with that douchebag—okay, to be fair, I don’t know that he is a douchebag—a red haze fell over me and all I knew was that he shouldn’t be touching her. Nobody should be touching her other than me.

Mine.

There’s that word again. The one that makes me think I’m fighting a losing battle here.

Before I knew it I was marching right onto the dancefloor and not-so-gently pushing away the guy that was rubbing his dick against her ass. I didn’t even give him another moment of thought before I took his place.

I love the way she melts for me. The way she shows she’s willing to give me anything. There was no apprehension in her body language as she allowed me to move my fingers up to the apex of her thighs, and god, she was fucking soaked. I know it was all for me.

The witch said that she took away the obsession that I had with Kairi that was driving me to madness, but I can’t help but think that there are some remnants that have remained. Since everything happened I feel like a different person. When I am around her I feel like I have changed. Never in a million years would anyone have caught me dancing before meeting Kairi. Now I have done so twice in as many weeks. It’s one thing that she was able to coax me into her silly celebratory dance at the apartment but another thing altogether that she drew me to her on the dance floor tonight. I danced in front of other people and didn’t care who saw.

Not only that, but I find myself craving time with her and wanting to bask in her smile. I never felt like that with Kelly. I did like spending time with her, but I didn’t crave her presence like I do with Kairi, and I honestly don’t know what to make of that realization. It’s terrifying to me that one person has the ability to change the way that I act. Kelly tried to change me for so long with no success so why, without even trying, does Kairi elicit such positive changes? And now, I have dragged her into a vacant bathroom because I can’t stand another second of not having my dick inside of her—more extremely uncharacteristic behavior for me. If anyone outside paid even the slightest bit of attention, it would be obvious what we are doing in here. But I don't care. I just need to feel her. Now.

She stands before me now, sweat sticking the front strands of her hair to her face, a slight dark smudge of makeup under her eyes, lipstick deliciously smudged and in a dress that should be illegal.

“Hands on the counter, vicious one and stick that pretty ass out for me,” I growl, pushing her towards the bathroom counter. She obeys immediately and my cock, already hard as steel, grows even harder at the sight of her dress riding up to reveal the globes of her ass. In seconds, I’ve pulled the zipper down on my pants and pulled out my weeping length, quickly fumbling to get a condom out of my pocket and put it on. I hitch her dress up even further to expose the entirety of her ass to me and then slam into her without any prior warning. She screams in pleasure as I force her hip bones into the counter. She scrambles to find purchase as I drive into her hard and unforgivingly. I can see her face in the mirror and her eyes are open, the irises a beautiful shade of forest green that I can never get out of my mind.

I reach out a hand and tangle it in her luscious, long hair and yank it back, another low moan leaving her throat as she arches her back to accommodate. I snake the other hand around to her front pulling down the strap of her dress, so her breasts spill out. She’s almost completely exposed to me with her dress around her waist and her tits on full display. She’s exquisite.

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