Page 118 of The Kiss Of Death
“On which part of you should I come on?” I jerked my head back, trying to hold on a bit more. “In your mouth, open for me?” I heard her gasp. “Breasts?” I stared at her, and she tightened her knees, trying to close her legs. “Breasts it is.”
I turned the power of the water jet up a notch. She moaned, her belly clenching, her hips rolling, and her back arching on the wall.Fuck.That moaning alone made me explode, and I came so hard in the valley between her breasts. My breathing was animalistic as I pulled my wet hair back, trying to calm my heart.
When I looked back at her, that little minx had cleaned herself and already had the showerhead back between her legs.
“Does it feel good on your pussy?” I said, lowering myself to her.
I took the showerhead from her and tilted my head to the side for a better view. Her lips parted, and she moaned, her chest rising.
“Yes.”
“I believe you didn’t orgasm tonight?”
She shook her head.
“Do you want to come, Dalia?”
“Yes.”
“Say please,” I said.
“Fuck you,” she said instead, and I planted my lips on hers.
“You’re only punishing yourself.” I lowered the pressure of the water jet, and she gasped. She was so close. “How do you want to come? With this or my tongue?”
“Tongue,” she moaned. “I can make myself come with this alone.”
I snorted. She was learning fast. I lay on the tiles of my Italian shower. “Come sit on my face.”
“Really?”
“Use me all you want to get your orgasm.”
She cradled my lap to sit on my face. I couldn’t wait to taste her—for my tongue to swivel on her clit, my hands to palm her ass, for her to ride me until she reached heaven.
“On one condition,” I added.
I didn’t need to tell her which one because she knew.
She displayed a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m yours, Levi.”
Dalia had finally accepted she was mine. I’ve dreamed of this moment for the past nine years. Now it was the world’s turn to know.
But first, I’d lick the hell out of her until her whole body shook.
I’d been studying until four o’clock for the upcoming exams for the past few days. But it wasn’t just the exams keeping me up—it was Lucie’s music scores. I’d been obsessively scouring her violin cadenza for any hint or clue, but no matter how I approached it, nothing seemed to fall into place. I’d translated each note into numbers, letters; I even tried decoding them into binary, but it was nothing but dead ends.
In the midst of the clutter on my desk, with files strewn about, and Baron curled up on top of them, my phone suddenly buzzed. I squinted through tired eyes and reached for it. I was greeted by yet another link from Grandma to a Facebook video she found amusing.
I froze, facing that preview image of penguins shoving each other off the ice. The URL below was a jumble of letters and numbers, much like the incomprehensible sequences I’d been grappling with in Lucie’s score.
“Wait,” I muttered to myself, the soothing hum of Baron’s purrs filling the room, intermingled by the gentle crackle of Yas’s vanilla-scented study-focus candle burning nearby.
Levi had shortened a URL for Grandma when she came on Parents’ Day—it was no more than ten letters.What if the message inside the cadenza was a URL?
I opened my laptop and typed the sequence of notes into the browser as alphabetical letters. The page showed no results.Undeterred, I made a second attempt, this time inputting only the numerical values into the search engine bar.
And then, there it was.
