Page 77 of Phantom
Sol
Just hearing my pretty muse’s high notes could make me come, but when I’m inside her at the same time, it’s a whole different harmony.
Scarlett is still propped up on top of the keyboard, breathing heavily against my chest. The peaks of her bare breasts poke through my shirt and I wish we could be skin to skin.
I’ve never been fully unclothed in front of a woman before, but with Scarlett, I desperately want to feel her velvet touch against my scars. Her fierce nails would have felt divine embedded in my back rather than my T-shirt. But while she insists that she wasn’t turned off by my missing eye, there’s no way she’d feel the same if she saw the rest of me. What I have with Scarlett will always be shrouded in darkness, no matter how much I wish to go into the light with her. Phantoms don’t survive in the light.
I straighten up, still inside of her, and stroke her glistening alabaster skin, almost iridescent in the firelight. Like the moon.
“You are my moonlight,” I whisper against her shoulder in a kiss.
“And you are my midnight,” she murmurs back, her silver eyes sleepy from the endorphins her orgasm released, despite having just woken up.
Her declaration sends my heart soaring… and my mind backtracking. Whatever this is with Scarlett started out as an obsession, but what it is now is so much more, in so little time. And I can’t do more.
But I also can’t do less.
She is my sweet angel and I am her selfish demon. The spotlight? I can give her that. Nothing makes me happier than seeing Scarlett fulfilling her dream. But I can never give her the sunlight. Letting the world see what the Chatelains did to me is unacceptable. Dark shadows and night are my future. Right now, she’s under the spell that my mask radiates. It gives an air of mystery and affords me both anonymity and notoriety, depending on the circumstance. But once the mask disappears, so does the novelty. Especially when the horror of my past comes to light.
My heart twists inside my chest at the thought, stealing my breath. If she glimpses underneath my mask, she’ll never be able to look at me the way she does now. It’ll either end in disgust, or pity. The second would break me.
I hold her hips as I finally withdraw from her warmth. Scarlett’s soft muscles cling to my bare cock as I drag myself out. I’ve always used condoms, but I won’t with her. I’ll be damned if I ever put something between us.
The faintest pink tinge glosses my cock in the firelight, and my primal, savage heart thumps like a bass drum roll at the sight of my cum seeping from her swollen lips.
That brief moment of hesitation I had over keeping Scarlett all to myself disappears entirely as I imagine her swollen with my Bordeaux heir. Before I can stop myself, I swipe my cock through our cum, smearing all of mine that I can see back onto my shaft before I sheath myself with her pussy, sealing all of my cum inside of her. I can’t waste a drop.
She gasps at my reentry and encircles my neck with her arms. My grip tightens on her thighs and I carry her to the piano bench I kicked against the wall. Once I sit down, I lean my back against the wall and grind up into her more, making sure her pussy swallows every last drop of my seed.
Her hands explore me, dragging down my chest before trying to sneak underneath the hem of my T-shirt. I catch them before they get too far and return them to my shoulders. She doesn’t seem to mind my change in course and rests her head against me. Her warm breath sighs against my neck, making goose bumps erupt underneath my shirt. A quick gasp makes me freeze.
“Sol… we… we didn’t use protection.”
Protection. The word makes me growl. As if she would ever need protection fromme.
She tries to sit up, but I capture her in my arms and press her entire body flush to mine, allowing her now racing heartbeat to feel the calm, sated one in my chest.
“I’m clean, Scarlett.There’s been no one in over a year.”
She relaxes slightly, but still clutches my shirt. “Well, that’s good. And at least I’ve got an implant.”
“A what?” I jerk back to look down at her.
“A birth control implant. I’ve got one. So we don’t have to worry about any baby Bordeauxs running around.”
She says it flippantly, and an irrational sense of betrayal burns in my chest, but I calm my expression.
How the fuck did I not know this?
“Where is it?”
Even as I ask, I know it’s a bad idea. Already, I’m having visions of me in a possessive trance, removing it myself before fucking a child into her with triumph.
Her wary eyes narrow. “I don’t think I’m going to tell you.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, my right brow rising despite the mask adhered to it.
She watches me before finally shaking her head. “Yeah, I’m definitely not telling you. Your face has evil scheme written all over it. I’ve always wanted a big family, but I’m not having kids until I’m good and ready.”
