Page 21 of Eternal Sacrifice
“You need the harder touches,” she said, punctuating with another rough pull.
I didn’t answer, but I felt her second hand ghosting up the back of my neck.
I groaned when she used both hands to pull me down for a kiss. My hips thrust, grinding my rapidly growing erection into her. She gasped, and I covered her lips with mine and pressed her into the top of the piano.
I felt her hands cautiously roam down my neck. The touch was maddeningly light, but her pressure increased when I slid the strap of her dress down her shoulders. I kissed her skin. My hand worked to slide the other side similarly, and my tongue slid across her collarbone as I planned to repeat myself on her other side.
She wiggled beneath me, seeking a rougher touch.
I reached up, wrapping my hand around her throat to pin her to the piano.
I knew how to be rough.
My hand slid down her stomach, on top of the silky material of her dress. The tips of my fingers made their way between her thighs. I cupped her mound, feeling the spot of moisture against her underwear before running a finger along the thin strip of material.
She moaned.
“You’re the only thing I can make sing,” I said as an accomplishment. If I had to choose between making music with a piano or my mate, I would always choose her.
I brought my hand back up to her stomach, leaving her wet and wanting as I balled the black material of her dress in my palm. It felt like water slipping between my fingers, even as I twisted to get a better grip.
The material fell apart under the force of my power as I ripped it to pieces.
I sat up, and her hands fell away. She watched me reach up to grab my shirt collar, lacing her fingers across her stomach as she enjoyed the show. Her face lit, a smile stretching across her lips as she appreciated the sight. I reached down, and her gaze followed, watching through hooded eyes as I popped the button off my pants.
I reached in to pull my cock out, and her tongue poked out to lick her lips while her greedy gaze focused on the sight of me stroking my length.
She looked hungry.
“Open your mouth, Babe.”
I released my cock, letting it jut between us as I moved up her body. My fingers massaged her scalp before gripping her blonde strands. Her mouth popped open, and I wasn’t sure if it was from shock or a will to obey.
I gripped her hair tight, holding her in place before shoving my cock down her throat. I kept it deep inside her throat, feeling how she struggled to breathe.
Tears leaked from her eyes as she looked up at me, and her makeup started running.
Such a good fucking girl.
I pulled my cock free, holding her in place, and licked her tears.
“Did you choose the color of your lips based on what shade would look best ringing the base of my cock?”
I yanked on the side of her underwear, sharply tugging at the sides until I could fling them across the room. She was left naked beneath me, and I hurried to add the rest of my clothes to the pile on the floor.
My fingers found their way between her thighs, slipping between her soaked folds.
She was wet for me.
I grabbed her by the knees, slid her into the piano’s middle, and buried my head between her thighs. Her clit practically begged me to suck it into my mouth, and I was happy to tease her bundle.
I gently pulled the delicate skin taut, exposing the bundle of nerves fully, before flicking it with the tip of my tongue. A breathy whimper echoed across my gallery, and my cock jumped impatiently.
I pressed my finger to her entrance instead, watching as it slid inside her, diving in for another taste and moan. It wouldn’t take long to make her come like this. But instead of giving her what she wanted, my lips moved off her clit to her hip, where I delivered a bite.
She yelped, her body twisting in reflex before laughter echoed off my walls.
Maybe Jace was right; that was the best sound in all the realms.
