Page 171 of The Kiss Of Death
She lay on the piano, offering me the perfect view of her breasts. I didn’t trust any of my pulsations. I didn’t trust my ugliness. I wanted to fuck her lips, pussy, ass. Kiss every damn inch of her. Love, claim, and worship her soul.
For a moment, I did nothing but devour her with my eyes. She sank her teeth into her lower lip, and her cheeks flushed pink. She cradled my cock in her hands, leading my tip to her cunt. I seized her thighs and, with a sharp jerk, brought her back to me. I buried myself inside her, groaning while she gasped.
I gripped her hips firmly. She felt so tight. So good. “I’m fucking powerless in front of you.”
The sound of her ass slapping off my hips sent another jolt to my pulsing hardness. Her eyes pinched shut. Her breath stalled. The outline of her rib cage was visible beneath her skin as her muscles contracted.
“Look at me, Dalia,” I drawled, rubbing my thumb on her swollen clit. “I want to assure myself this is real.”
Her eyes creaked open to land on me. That was all I needed to become feral, pumping my sex in quick, rough tugs inside her. Her breasts bounced, my hand choked her throat, and her nails dug down in my skin. I lifted both her legs on my shoulders and kissed her ankles, caressing her smooth skin.
I hit the very end of her in a slow but hard thrust that sent her bouncing deeper.Yes. Another one. I was close. So damn close. She was gorgeous, forbidden, and all mine.
“I’m close.” She gasped for air, and I lifted her, cradling her against my chest.
“You have to hold on a little bit more.”
I drove in and out of her mercilessly. That was just a preview of what I had in store for us both. She captured my lip and sucked on it, using me to hold on. My muscles tensed, and she rocked her hips on me faster to take control of the pace. I lost it. Her orgasm wracked around her, but I trapped her with me, her whole body shaking.
“Levi…”
I lost myself inside her.
The queen’s kiss could be deadly, but her love was the greatest treasure of all.
Pantheon Winter Orchestra
Some moments define your life, and Pantheon’s Winter Orchestra was one of them.
The orchestra abruptly ceased, leaving a vacuum filled only by the steady thud of my heart and the whisper of my breath. I rose from my seat, drawing the attention of the packed opera house, where every gaze was fixed upon me in the plush red seats. With the spotlight on me, my short white tulle gown sparkled, accentuated by the bows on my shoulders that floated behind me like ethereal wings.
I lifted my gaze to the angelic frescoes adorning the ceiling. Behind me, the restored columns stood tall and proud like the maestro’s outstretched arms. This place had led me to Lucie. To Levi. And now, to Pantheon.
With a silent vow, I positioned the Cigno Nero against my chin, the wood cool beneath my touch.
It was time to play the cadenza.
With a gentle stroke, the first velvety note floated from my violin, weaving its way through the opera house. But I couldn’t play without searching for Levi. I didn’t see him alongside my friends seated in the balconies.He promised he’d be here.
I scanned the rows quickly, my hand slightly trembling. Grandma and her disposable camera were ready to capture every moment from the second row. Despite the hardships we had faced, her zest for life was undiminished. Dad was next toher; he had his monitored bracelet hooked around his foot, but the judge had allowed him to come see me play before his five-year sentence to prison. Tears glistened in his eyes. He thought of Mom too.
But Levi…
I swallowed.I need him. Where is he?
Only two empty seats remained in the front row with a reserved sign on them.
Next to them, perched on the stairs, as if guarding the spots so no one would sit there, was Levi.
I sucked in a breath, feeling the sting of tears behind my eyes. He’d saved the spots for Mom and Lucie so they’d be there with me. As a tear trickled down my cheek, the crowd’s murmuring faded into the background, and I closed my eyes.
It’s time to speak.
I pushed the boundaries of the Cigno Nero, my bow traversing the fingerboard with lightning speed. Spiccato passages leaped from the strings like thunder sparks while ricochet bowing sent waves of sound enchanting the air. It felt as if music could transcend time and space, reuniting the living and the dead in one place.
Lucie. Mom. I kept my promise to you both.
I squinted, my violin breaking like hundreds of tormented hearts before singing like what I felt love would sound like—deep, warm, and powerful. My whole body bent and bowed, goose bumps pricking down my skin. I was smiling but crying at the same time.
