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For me.
Because make no fucking mistake, while the world may hear them on the stage, these lyrics are meant for me. I’ve been drawn to her darkness since that very first night, and whether she realized it or not, she wrote that song for us.
My thrusts grow wild with the rising notes. But I don’t want my frenzy to drag out too long and damage her pretty voice, so I give in to the urgency driving me. The blinding need to explode spasms through my body, threatening to release.
“I’m coming, sweet muse. Swallow your demon down.”
Last weekend, I’d silently promised myself I’d never waste a drop, only ever spilling inside her tight cunt. But I haven’t had her in a week and I know I’ll be able to go again as soon as I come.
I remove my hand from the mantel so it can join the other tangling in her hair. My ass cheeks clench and my muscles strain as I cradle her head, keeping her teary eyes locked on mine, and I shove my cock to the hilt. Her bright moonlight eyes widen as hot jets of cum shoot from my throbbing tip, pulsing inside her. They glaze over and her tight, velvety throat milks me, drawing out my climax, overwhelming me as bliss tingles underneath my skin.
Seconds pass and she begins to fight my hold to breathe. I withdraw to let her gasp for a much-needed breath, dribbling cum on her lips before I sink back inside.
She mumbles her protest against my staff and clutches my wrists, but I stroke her hair and whisper low. “Shh. Relax,mon amour.Relax. Drink me in.”
Scarlett follows my directions and her eyes close. Those plump, swollen lips surround my shaft as she begins to rhythmically suck again, suctioning out the last remnants of my orgasm. I murmur low encouragement to her, watching her muscles loosen throughout her body as she calms, as if my voice and cock are soothing the panic she just had over not being able to breathe.
Once I’ve finally finished coming, I try to pull out, but her nails bite into my wrist and she lurches forward to keep her lips tight around my shaft. A guttural moan escapes me as she repeatedly swallows against my softened cockhead, slowly coaxing it back to life.
“Goddamn, Scarlett. Yes, baby. Suck my cock like you need it, pretty muse.”
She milks my shaft, rocking her lips back and forth until I’m back to full mast and straining to come again.
“Enough,” I growl, unable to wait any longer.
I withdraw from her and curse as she whines for more and I nearly come at the sight of her spit dripping from my tip. I tug off my pants and kick them aside before kneeling in front of her.
While kissing her forehead reverently, I thread both hands through her thick curls. She rests her hands on my waist and the usually desensitized skin around my scars tingles for her.
When I pull away, I drop my hands from her hair and twist my ring so that the skull is facing inward. I’m sure she can see the heat in my gaze as I scan her body until I find the perfect place for what I’m planning next. The thought that I should warn her flickers across my mind, but ecstasy will be the only way she can get through it. She won’t be able to get there if she’s nervous. And I won’t make her endure the pain unless I know she’s absolutely sure.
When I finally meet her silver gaze, my heart thumps wildly in my chest.
“You begged for forgiveness so well. I forgive you, but now I want to hear how good I make you feel when I’m inside your sweet pussy.”
She bites her swollen red lip and fights a smile. “I can do that. Easily.”
My grin matches hers, tightening the right side of my face.
“Then, turn around for me.”
Scene 31
SHE’S A BORDEAUX
Scarlett
My heart is pounding like a bass drum as I position myself on all fours facing the piano. On my right, the fireplace is warm on my skin, and so is Sol when he settles behind me, his hands on either side of my hips. His hard length prods my opening, and he waits for a moment, teasing it until I realize this is my cue.
“Yes, Sol, please fuck me—”
Before I can even finish, he drives in to the hilt. I cry out his name in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. “I’m sofull.”
“Your pussy strangles my cock, Scarlett. I can’t go a week without being inside you again. Do you understand?”
I nod adamantly. “Please. I can’t either.”
He pumps in and out at a quick speed and the sounds of our skin slapping together makes my clit tingle. I dig my fingers into the rug to meet him thrust for thrust. It takes me no time at all to find that pulsing flame in my core, and it builds into a bonfire. My back curls up like a cat as I try to get him to massage that special spot inside me so I can explode.
