Page 171 of Dance of Madness

Instead, he does something almost more intimate: he kisses me right above my pussy lips, on the clean, smooth skin.

I’m still staring at him with my mouth hanging open as he pulls back with a lazy grin. Then he starts to kiss down my left leg, trailing his lips against my inner thigh. He moves lower, kissing his way down my calf before he pulls my foot out of the water and raises it up, kissing lower still, toward my ankle.

I panic for a second, and nervously try and pull my foot away.

He doesn’t let me. His grip tightens, pulling my foot all the way out of the water and sitting it on his firm chest.

“Nero…” I mumble, turning red and looking away. “Not…my feet…”

He slowly looks up at me. “What?”

“They’re…” I make a face. “They’re ugly,” I mumble. “I mean, I’ve danced my entire life. I have scars and ugly calluses and?—”

My breath catches as he lifts my foot off his chest, brings it to his lips, and kisses the arch softly.

“It’s the scars that make them beautiful, princess,” he says quietly. "They're the battle wounds you got in pursuit of your art. Lessons learned in pain and punishment.”

He kisses it again, then sets my foot back in the water before pulling out the other one. I watch with a warm feeling in my core as he kisses it softly, just like the first one.

“For the record, not a single fucking part of you is ugly.”

His lips move up my calf. Up my inner thigh as he sets my foot back in the water. When his mouth finds its way to my pussy, I’m already dripping wet for him.

I moan as he dances his tongue over me, swirling it over my clit and then plunging it deep. My head drops back, my hands sliding into his hair as he licks me slowly and purposefully, teasing me and coaxing me higher and higher.

His lips wrap around my swollen clit, his tongue rolling over it. My moans and gasps fill the bathroom as he sinks two fingers into me, curling them and stroking in and out as he tongues my clit over and over.

Until it’s too much. Until I’m clutching his head tightly and whimpering his name. Until I’m shattering and coming all over his mouth with a wild, choked cry.

He pulls me wordlessly off the edge of the tub. I’m still shaking as I settle onto his lap, his hard, huge cock throbbing against my entrance.

We both moan as I sink down onto his cock, stretched tight around him, my breath hitching at his sheer size. But I keeplowering my body, taking more and more of him until I’m settled against his base.

My forehead against his. My nipples electric against his chest. Our eyes locked.

“I love you,” he growls quietly as his muscled arms surround me, his strong hands gripping me tight. “Let me love you.”

For once, our sex isn’t madness and darkness, viciousness and brutal pleasure.

This time, we make love.

I ride him slowly, rolling my hips and gliding my pussy up and down his swollen cock. He bites and licks and sucks on my neck…my collarbone…my chest. He takes a nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue over it, sending me reeling as I grind on his fat cock and give myself completely to him.

His mouth slides up to my jaw, kissing and sucking before he groans and takes my face in one hand, the other guiding my hips as he kisses me fiercely.

Our tongues dance. Moans entwine and blur, and the world around us slows until the fire inside me explodes.

I come gasping and moaning into his mouth, shuddering against him as my body melts against his. And when I feel him grunt, feel his thick cock pulse as he spills his cum into me, I lose it all over again.

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NERO

I’ve lived a privileged life.

There’s no denying that. Sure, you can point to the tragic murder of my parents, to the abuse that marred my early teens, and my subsequent issues with intimacy, trust, and guilt.

But shitty things like sexual assault or losing your mother and father can happen to anyone. They can happen to people withfar lessthan what I was born into.

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