Page 74 of Phantom
He’s fully dressed in his pajamas and I’m in a T-shirt and panties, but this position is so intimate it doesn’t feel like we’re clothed. Desire that I try to ignore already twists my lower belly as he settles his large palms around my hips.
Curiosity wrinkles the uncovered side of his brow, reminding me to tug my dirty mind back from the gutter.
My hands drift to his face and I watch his midnight eye as I slowly go to the patch on the left side. His jaw is hard as stone and his cheek tenses underneath my fingertips. I wait for him to relax, like I’m trying to rescue a wounded animal caught in a trap. When his hands lessen their tight grip around my hips, I ask softly, barely audible over the blood rushing in my ears.
“May I?”
He scans my face as if he’s trying to assess whether I have an ulterior motive. It aches to know that someone has betrayed him so much in a moment like this that he struggles to trust me now. I keep absolutely still to avoid spooking him. Finally, he sighs heavily and nods once.
My heartbeat is thudding in my chest as I curve my nails underneath the black cloth patch and pull it up. His eyes slam shut as soon as I can reveal what’s underneath, and I toss the patch to the side. His fingertips tremble against my skin.
I kiss him softly before whispering against his warm lips, “Open your eyes, Sol.”
A breath shudders from him, and I pull back as he slowly lifts both eyelids.
The sparkling midnight one is pleading with me for something. Acceptance? Mercy?
But the other eye… is gone.
His eyelid blinks and behaves exactly the same, but in the place of that dull-blue iris I’m used to, reddish-pink tissue blinks back at me, protected by the clear prosthetic. The bare socket that should contain an eyeball like its counterpart looks vulnerable beneath his thick black lashes.
Helooks vulnerable… forme.
I keep my gaze on his midnight eye as I cup his maskless cheek with my hand.
“You’re safe with me, Sol.”
Giving him plenty of time to stop me, I lean in with my lips parted, not sure if he’ll welcome my touch. As he meets me halfway and his hand threads through my hair, surprise and relief releases the tension in my shoulders. Our lips brush once until he presses against mine. It’s tender at first, and my skin tingles as his other hand travels up my back. But when his fingers fist my hair, those tingles become light pinpricks of ecstasy right before hedevoursme.
Need floods to my core instantly and I moan into his mouth while grinding against his hardening shaft. Every cell in my body wants to show him I accept him for the way he is. To everyone else, he’s the Phantom of the French Quarter, but to me, he’s my demon of music.
“You don’t get to hide from me, either,” I murmur against his lips. “I want you.”
He growls as he kisses me with an intensity that takes my breath away, as if my declaration was exactly what he was waiting for.
The hand on my back shifts to my waist and he tugs me down against his shaft to the point that if we weren’t clothed, he’d be halfway inside me. My core aches to be filled as arousal dampens my panties. His tangled fingers extricate themselves from my long hair to wrap around my nape and he uses the angle to dive his tongue into my gasping mouth. His length pushes against my entrance, making the head hit my clit just right, but it’s not enough right now.
“I need more, Sol, please.”
His broad shoulders tilt forward, surrounding me and forcing my back into the piano keys behind me. Discordant notes play against my spine and reverberate from the open grand piano against the stone walls, but the cacophony only heightens our desperation. My thighs hug his waist as I try to ride him, desperately wishing we were naked.
Sol’s nimble fingers leave my nape and my head rests against the paper-covered music stand as he strokes my breast.
“Oh, Sol, I’m ruining your sheet music.” I try to squirm away, but he licks up my neck, rippling pleasure down my skin before scattering the sheets onto the rug.
“Fuck my music. The only music I want to hear right now are the high notes you hit when I make you come.”
His hands dive underneath my shirt before tugging it completely off. He crumples it up like a makeshift pillow, and props it on the keyboard behind my back, protecting my spine from the ivory keys. With my shirt off, he drops open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone down to my cleavage. He then swirls his tongue around my nipple while kneading the other. His fingers roll over each breast, like he’s playing a slow song on my skin and he sucks hard on my peak, drawing his name from my mouth in a high-pitched moan.
He encourages me as he switches his mouth’s attention from one nipple to the other. “That’s it, sing for me, my sweet muse.”
While he flicks his tongue over my other bud, one hand skates down my skin to my waist, leaving goose bumps behind it. The other teases my already soaked diamond-hard tip. His fingers stretch across my spine and massage the muscles in my lower back. When his cock pulses against the thin fabric of my panties, I try to circle my hips to create more friction.
“Please. This isn’t enough. I need… I need more. I want all of it.”
“And you’ll get it.”
He nips my breast, and I yelp, but he soothes the bite with his tongue before sucking nearly half my other breast into his mouth so hard that he pulls me up from the piano. My hands are in a frenzy, working at his cotton collar, trying to take his shirt off, but he quickly lifts me and plops my ass down onto the keys, blaring more wild notes from the piano’s depths. He kicks away the piano bench behind him, giving him more room to kneel between my legs.
