Page 94 of Phantom
It’s only then that I realize the tears I shed when he hurt himself are still cascading down my cheeks. But now that the flame is gone, so is any ounce of fear I had. My pussy clenches for something to fill it as he looks up at me.
Never breaking my hungry stare, he fists the dress halves, a slit now burned into it, and rips the fabric up the center. He stands as he splits the dress. Every time he jerks the fabric, my body jolts forward, as if it’s trying to get free for him. His fingertips are cool compared to the flame, and as they graze my fevered skin, goose bumps bloom in his wake.
The fabric finally parts in two and drapes over me like a short-sleeved cape. While he stays fully clothed, my front is completely open to him, but for my bra. Cool air wafts a chill all over my body, perking my nipples, and adding to the tremble of need thrumming under my skin. After the shit he just pulled, I should be terrified. But with the ravenous way Sol studies my body right now, my core aches for him more than ever.
His gaze finally meets mine and I mewl when my inner muscles quake.
“I’ve mastered my fear of flame. And now I’ll master you.”
He steps forward and traces my black bra, starting with my collarbone and going down my strap, curling over my cup, too far from where I actually want him. His strokes are so light on my sensitive skin as he swoops down to the middle and back up the breast. My legs clench together as I desperately try to keep my desire from leaking down my thighs.
I don’t want him to know the effect he has on me, but with the satisfied smile he’s boasting right now, he has to know. I’m seconds away from begging him to fuck me right here. When he finally flicks open my front bra clasp, I gasp as my breasts spill free from their confines. He licks his lips and I don’t realize I’ve done the same until he swipes my wet lips with his thumb. His midnight eye follows his thumb’s trail as he slides it between my parted lips and meets my gaze.
“Suck, pretty muse.”
I’m mad at him. Angry as hell for keeping me, for punishing me, but more importantly, for keeping secrets from me.
But damn, do I need him inside of me right now.
My Phantom has unleashed a desperation inside of me I never knew I had. Until now.
I am his angel, he is my demon of music, and all I want to do right now is sing for him.
Keeping his gaze, I suck his thumb farther inside my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, moistening it with my spit. His other fingers hold my chin as he pumps in and out. My pussy pulses, craving to be filled.
“You’re doing so good, Scarlett,” he murmurs in his deep voice.
His appreciation washes over me like a cooling wave and my eyes close as he pulls his thumb out. He traces his dry fingers along my jawline, teasing my neck, down my chest, until his wet thumb swirls around my already erect nipple. The wet digit draws my peak into a diamond and he goes to the other to do the same. My head rolls back and I’m not even embarrassed at the throaty moan that escapes me.
“That’s it, sing for me.”
Something much wetter and softer has my eyes snapping open and I look down to see Sol sucking my nipple into his mouth. He watches me with his midnight eye and I lick my lips again as I watch him circle the pink muscle around my hard nipple. His hands grip my waist as he switches sides and pays attention to the next, laving it with his flattened tongue before flicking the tip.
“Your tongue… it feels amazing.”
His lips try to lift on his right side and his cheek raises his mask.
Just that simple show of happiness in my demon makes me shiver. I don’t totally understand this torture by pleasure business, but I’m not so sure I’ll be learning the lesson he wants me to learn.
His fingers dig into my waist, so long from years of mastering the piano that they nearly span my stomach entirely. My clit pounds with each beat of my heart and I feel my body aching for release, but I know this won’t get me there.
“Please, Sol, I need you. I want you inside of me.”
“Did you love my cock inside you, pretty muse?”
“Yes! Please! I need it again.”
“Have you ever had another cock inside your pussy, Scarlett?”
“No, never. Only yours. I only want yours.”
I’m coming to learn that these questions are one of the games he plays with me. He already knows all my answers, but I give them anyway. He takes pleasure in my praise.
He growls low with approval as he meets my gaze. Watching my every move, he slowly rolls his zipper down over the bulge that’s grown in his pants and pulls himself free. Precum soaks the swollen head and I swallow the impulse to break free and lick it. His thumb smears the liquid on his tip before he raises his thumb to my face.
“Open.”
I immediately accept his offering, swirling my tongue over the salty flavor. He removes it too soon, returning to his cock to mix my spit with his precum. His palm pumps hard, spreading our fluids up and down his shaft.
