Page 194 of Conquered
“I don’t like to repeat myself, Princess,” he tells me sternly, a threat clear in his voice.
“Fine,” I grumble, looking at the instrument with a huff.How the fuck am I meant to get up there?!
As if reading my mind, Ash scoots back the bench he’s sitting on, grabs my waist, and in a single panty melting—you know, ifI had any on—move, lifts me up, depositing my bare arse on the cool surface of the lid, right on the edge.
“Ash!” I hiss, squirming as Her Vagisty tries to escape the temperature of the lacquered wood.
With just his signature Ash-hole smirk, he sits back down, pulling the bench closer to the keys. Flushing, I suddenly realise that he’s in between my legs, getting an eyeful so to speak. I begin to close my thighs when he chuckles in that sexy way of his, making Her Vagisty perk up and twitch.Greedy bitch.
Grabbing one ankle, he places my foot on his shoulder, doing the same to the other leg until I am literally spread wide open for him, having to prop myself up with my hands behind me for support so that I can still look down at him.
“Much better,” he comments.Cuntcake. “I learned this not long after we met you,” he confesses softly, looking down at his hands hovering over the keys. “It’s calledI Love You, by Jurrivh.”
My breath stills, my heart thudding as my fingertips tingle at his words.
And then he starts to play.
I stop breathing entirely for several moments as the music flows over and through me. I can feel the vibrations of the notes running through my body, making my core ache for this man. This man who feels so much, but hardly ever shows it, has been trained not to show it, but it’s all there. And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.
He doesn’t look at me as he plays, his eyes closed, his fingers flying across the instrument in a gentle, loving caress. Taking a large, deep breath, I am grateful that I’m not standing. I don’t even think that I could, not with my knees weak and my heart hammering like it is. I’m hyper aware of my entire body; the coolness of the wood that I’m sitting on is warming under mybody heat, the notes as they flow through me, letting me feel the music in my very core like never before.
The sounds pour into my ears, teasing moisture to my eyes when I think about what he told me. He learnt this not long after he met me. He’s loved me since then, almost from the start.
All too soon, the final notes are sounding in the room, leaving their lingering song in the air like the sweetest perfume. Ash’s hands still, his head still bowed and his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, like this moment was difficult for him.
He’s made himself vulnerable in a way that he hasn’t done before, and I feel so blessed to have been witness to it.
“Ash,” I murmur, my voice raspy with all the love that is desperate to break free, like a caged bird.
“I feel like I’ve loved you for my whole life, Lilly,” he whispers back, his own voice just as choked as mine. “I just needed to find you.”
He lifts his head, his eyes shining, and I watch, spellbound, as a single bead of glittering moisture breaks free and glides down his cheek. I move my feet off his shoulders, shuffle-sliding down off the piano and eliciting a jumbled sound as I hit the keys until I’m in his lap, my legs on either side of him. Reaching my hand out, I use my thumb to swipe the tear from his face, bringing it to my lips and tasting his love.
His confession.
His declaration.
A moment later, I feel his hand grab the back of my neck as he pulls me in for a kiss that obliterates a past where we weren’t together. A kiss that makes up for all the lost time, for all of the pain that we’ve been through without one another.
His tongue dominates mine, showing me his love with every stroke, telling me without words his truth. I let him in freely, matching him caress for caress as I repeat back my truth. My love for him. My need for him.
He pulls away, both of us panting. I can feel his hardness directly under my aching pussy, and it takes everything in me not to grind down, to try and seek relief, remembering that he’s still healing. His eyes drill into mine, his pupils wide with lust and longing that I know my expression mirrors.
“Fuck it,” he rasps out, his voice gruff and lips swollen.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting me up, his fingers digging into my arse cheeks in a deliciously maddening way. The bench falls to the floor, making a dull thudding noise as it hits the carpet, and he stands, carrying me to the side of the piano.
“Ash, what—” I start, hissing as he none too gently places me back on the lid of the instrument, my arse on the edge of the side. Silencing any further questions that I might have, he slams his lips back onto mine, his hands holding my face captive.
I get lost in his taste; like winter nights, sin, and darkness. But not the kind of darkness that you’re afraid of, the kind that protects you and hides you from all harm. He breaks away once more, kissing down my neck, pausing at my breasts to take each nipple into his mouth, his hands cupping and stroking them whilst he sucks and bites the tender globes until I’m a squirming mess. He pushes me down, not pausing in his ravishment so that I’m lying flat on my back, my legs hanging off the edge.
“Ash,” I moan, when he goes lower, kissing, licking, and nipping my abdomen. Then lower still, teasing me all around my slit, my cunt fluttering, and Her Vagisty begging for some attention. “Ash,” I whine this time, scowling and grabbing his hair in clenched fists when he just does that stupid sexy man chuckle again and carries on with his exquisite torture.
“Impatient tonight, aren't we, Princess,” he teases, breathing along my folds, making my breath hitch and my hips buck towards him as I desperately try to bring his head closer with my grip.
He clearly takes pity on me, or can’t help himself, because in the next moment, sublime bliss fills my entire being as his warm tongue licks me from opening to clit, and I explode on his tongue, crying out with the force of my release.
Yep, one lick is all it took to make me come. That man can play me just as well as the instrument that I’m lying on, no doubt about that.
