Chapter 31 – Markos #2
Capturing her gaze, I searched for any sign of fear. The only thing I saw was the hunger she fought so hard to hide from me.
“I want to hear your music again, Serena.”
Her brown eyes widened, pupils dilating. “I told you—”
“I know what you told me,” I murmured, slipping my hands up her thighs. The silky material of her sundress bunched beneath my palms. “But I’m asking.”
Her pulse jumped in her throat. I could see it fluttering like a caged bird. “Why?”
“Because I need it.” The admission cost me. I wasn’t a man who admitted need. Ever. "I heard you from below. Your music...it calmed the beast.”
She laughed, a nervous little sound that sent heat through my veins. “What beast?”
I leaned in, my lips a breath from hers.
“The one that choked a man this morning. The one that disarmed a friend and left her seething after a fight that should never have happened. The one I fought all damn day to keep from unleashing and killing my co-workers when they prevented me from returning to my wife.”
My kiss fell against her jaw. Another tasted the soft flesh covering her heartbeat. Serena gripped my arms tight as I kissed my way down her chest, stopping where the dress covered her.
“I’m a bad man, prinkípissa.”
The dress tore at my touch, her gasp harmonizing with the noise. There was nothing underneath. The revelation sent a bolt of heat straight to my groin.
Reaching up, I cupped one breast. My mouth closed over the pert nipple, and I sucked—hard.
Serena’s nails dug into my arms. Her body arched back, hips lifting instinctively toward me.
I moved her again, lifting and pushing her back to lay atop the closed instrument. The remnants of the dress pooled around her. I continued to kiss and tear a path down her stomach. I licked and sucked the sensitive flesh of her belly, tasted the curve of her hip.
“Let me play you, Serena,” I coaxed, pressing my lips just above the soft curls at her center. “And you play the lullaby on the keys.”
Another staggered breath made her words tremble. “I don’t think I can focus with you...there.”
“You can, and you will.” I blew a hot breath over her glistening pussy before I tugged her off the piano. “Begin.”
Shaking her head, she collapsed on the bench, muttering something about this being madness.
She wasn’t wrong.
I was going to show her just how possessed I was.
As she slid the cover back, her fingers brushing over the ivory keys, I went around behind the piano to lift the lid.
The music began, and I paused, momentarily fascinated by the hammers hitting the strings inside.
Instruments never piqued my interest before.
The only genre I played when I worked out was death metal.
But the sounds of the notes enraptured me now.
Almost naked, with the dress held only by the sleeves on her upper arms, Serena focused on the notes. I moved around the piano and dropped to my knees. There wasn’t much room under the thing, but I folded into the tight space, settling between her legs.
The first lick of my tongue sent the music faltering.
“Play for me,” I growled, sliding my tongue once more against the slick seam.
Serena’s fingers stumbled over the keys, a discordant note ringing out before she found her rhythm again. I smiled against her flesh, savoring the way her thighs trembled against my shoulders.
“That’s it,” I murmured, my breath hot against her center. “Keep playing.”
My tongue traced circles around her clit, teasing but never quite giving her what she needed. The melody changed, growing more urgent, the tempo increasing with her desire. I matched my ministrations to her playing—slow when the notes lingered, faster when they quickened.
“You’re doing so well, prinkípissa.”
Her breathing became ragged, but her fingers never stopped dancing across the keys. The music flowed through her into me, and I rewarded her with a deep stroke of my tongue. She gasped, her back arching slightly, but the music continued.
I gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bench. Her fingers fumbled, hitting the wrong notes. A harsh sound reverberated through the room.
“I can’t,” she gasped, her thighs shaking on either side of my face.
I pulled back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her sensitive pussy. “You can. And you will finish.”
My hands pushed her thighs, spreading her wider as I dove back in, tasting her like a man starved. Her sweetness coated my tongue, and I groaned against her, the vibration making her jerk against my mouth.
The music stuttered again, then slowly, shakily resumed. A haunting melody filled the air, punctuated by her soft gasps and moans as I worked her with my tongue. I traced patterns against her clit, alternating between gentle flicks and firm pressure.
“Markos,” she whimpered.
“That’s it. Give it to me.”
She trembled above me, somehow finding the strength to continue the haunting tune even as her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably.
I curled my finger inside her, once more finding that spot that made her gasp.
The music grew erratic, her fingers stumbling across the keys as I pushed her closer to the edge.
“Please,” she begged, though whether she was pleading for me to stop or continue, I couldn’t tell.
I had no intention of stopping. My free hand gripped her thigh tighter as I added a second finger, stretching her, filling her. The melody transformed into a desperate plea.
“Play your song for me. Let me hear your melody as you come undone.”
Her fingers pressed harder on the keys, the notes growing louder, more intense.
I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She was drenched, her walls clenching around my digits as I curved them upward, teasing that spot that would make her crumble.
The music reached a crescendo just as her body began to shake violently. I felt her thighs tense, her back arch, but somehow—miraculously—her fingers continued to dance across the keys, though the pattern had become wilder, more chaotic.
“Oh maddona,” she gasped, her voice barely audible over the thundering notes.
I worked her relentlessly, my fingers pumping in and out while my tongue lashed her clit. The final chord hummed through the air, her cry of pleasure melding with the noise.
As the last note drifted into silence, her body pulsed in the wake of her release. I continued to suck, dragging out the last strain of music.
When I pushed back, Serena collapsed on the keys with a chaotic thunk. Her chest rose and fell with harsh gasps as she struggled through the ebbing pleasure. I rose and placed a hard kiss on her shoulder.
“I’m going to wash up and shave before dinner.” I kissed her once more, unable to get enough of this woman. “Thank you for the song, Serena.”
Her fingers snaked out and clasped my wrist. I paused, looking down. She reached with her other hand and brushed her fingers against my cheek.
“I wouldn’t mind, um....” She faltered.
“Yes?” My heart skipped a beat.
Serena cleared her throat. “If you’re shaving the stubble for some dumb reason like manners or something, I would rather you didn’t.”
A wicked grin cracked across my face. “You like a man with a beard?”
She swallowed. “It felt...nice.”
I leaned into her touch and kissed her palm. “Then I’ll just shower. Meet you in ten, and you can teach me some more about cooking so I can help you with dinner.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
And although it nearly sent me to my knees to walk away, I gave her the space she needed to gather herself. What we’d done, the music we made, was more than giving into the lust. If I needed a moment to process the intimate, primal reaction, she would too.