Page 20 of Eternal Sacrifice
Before she got the chance to get up, I bent down and scooped her into my arms before turning to deposit her on the smooth black lid. She rested her palms flat on the surface while her calves brushed against the keys.
I sat on the bench, positioning myself in front of her.
“You don’t want to talk, do you?” she asked, without a hint of seduction in her tone.
“You come in wearing that and expect me to think about something other than railing you on top of here?” My eyebrow arched, calling her out on the bullshit.
“I am here for you. Whatever way you need me.”
“I need you to have a smile on your face,”I replied honestly.
She arched her eyebrows, looking down at me. But the playful smile and the natural blushing of her cheeks said she would prefer what I had in mind over an unnecessary conversation about my parents. I reached out to grab her foot. She had put heels on for the occasion, and I balanced the tip on a single key before letting the note fill the room.
I waited until the sound faded away before grabbing her other to repeat the process. A higher note rang out, and I knew that was a pitch Mor could reach from firsthand knowledge. I looked up and noticed she had moved her hands between her legs. Her fingers gripped onto the ledge like she needed help to hold herself up.
My hands curled around her ankles, moving in tandem as I massaged her calves. I worked my way up, kneading her flesh as I stood from the bench. When I reached her knees, I pushed them apart and smiled as her shoes knocked against the keys.
Her fingers tightened against the piano, making the wood creak under the force.
“You’re trying not to touch me, aren’t you, babe?”
She lifted her head, noticing I was standing between her thighs as my hands continued their path. I massaged her skin while her green eyes bore into me. As if pointing out that she didn’t need to touch my body when she could caress my damn soul.
I reached forward to peel her hand from the delicate wood, placing it on my shoulder before doing the same to the other. Her arms draped over me, and the touch was enough to force a lump into my throat.
“I want to feel you,” I growled into her ear, pushing through the discomfort.
I grabbed her by the hips to remind myself how petite her frame was. No one could tell by looking at her that her tiny body held the power to rival most other beings. Once I properly held her, I pulled until her ass sat perched precariously on the piano lid.
Her chest pressed against mine while her arms encircled my neck. The tips of her fingers touched the short hairs on my neck, and the light pressure felt like prickling electricity. Needing firmer contact, I pulled her ass to grind her against my straining cock.
Her head hung between us, and her lips parted while a shuttering breath left her. I took the opportunity to fist my hand into her hair. My grip was tight enough to make her hiss as I pulled down to lift her chin toward the ceiling.
Her lips tasted like sin, plump yet soft. I kissed her with a slow and controlled pace, working her into a frenzy where she forgot not to touch. Her fingers slid through my short hair, reaching for the longer strands on top.
Her body coaxed me closer.
I pushed her back from the ledge, following her as she moved. I climbed on top of the piano lid, covering her body with mine as I settled between her thighs. The kiss broke, and I saw a serene smile across her lips.
“What is it about pain that you love so much?” I asked, swallowing hard as nervous fluttering started at the idea in my mind. To me, touch was a painful reminder of the years I spent writhing in it; alone.
“I didn’t like pain as much when I was a human,” she said, looking deep into my soul as she tried to piece together the complicated emotion. “But, once I became a demon, the pain felt the same, but it didn’t.”
She frowned, pausing to rethink her words to better match her meaning.
“It still hurts, but I know it won’t kill me. It’s like having something salty mixed in with my sweet.” She still didn’t look pleased with her description, but her gaze returned to mine as she shrugged.
“I want you to dig your nails into me,” I said.
Her eyes widened. Her arms were still looped around my neck, but her hands didn’t move as I made my request.
“Make me whole again by ripping out all the wrong.”
She swallowed hard, nodding in agreement to try. She understood my request for pain, even though I couldn’t fully understand her position. Her fingers twitched, breaking apart from one another. One slid up the back of my head, running through my hair before pulling tight.
It felt like bugs crawling under my scalp, making their way under my skin to claim their new home. A sense of panic held me immobile, and I was caught between the urge to run or fight.
Her grip tightened, sending a bright, hot rush of pain through my scalp. The metaphorical bugs were wiped out with the sharp blast, and a sigh of relief tumbled from my lips.
