Orpheus gained the admiration of the world because he went to hell—easy enough. Yet, no one bothered to point out the fact that he was unsuccessful. He was foolish enough to lose his beloved. He wasn’t a hero. He brought it upon himself while being offered a second chance. He was weak. Unworthy.
I peered over at Lily, curious to see if she was bored yet. She wasn’t. She was magnetized. Her eyes glistened, her hands gripping firmly at the balcony railing. Her body was bent forward, immersed by the show. A carnival of lights danced on her face in the midst of the darkness. I couldn’t look away.
Precious Lily, what are you doing to me?
I ground my jaw, the moment vaporing into thin air when, from behind her, I witnessed the stare of both Carmins stuck on her.
“Thank you for bringing me here.” She beamed, not taking her sight from the opera, giving me the opportunity to scrutinize each of her features. “Don’t you find this beautiful?”
Indeed.
“There is another way to watch the opera,” I implied, her eyes drifting to me. “A double orgasm, I might say.”
I’ll be damned.My self-control was a vague memory, escaping me completely. The need to possess her was stronger than a hungry storm. Just like iron, I was indestructible apart from my own rust. Those undeniable thoughts she cursed me with were my rust. A weakness.
“Orgasm?” She gulped, flushing, whilst my stare traveled down the length of her whole body to linger between her legs.
“Only if you want to.” A devilish grim line set on my lips.
She fell back in her seat, her heart leaping in her throat. She considered my offer, her doe eyes roaming my face. I felt like I was waiting for a death sentence. The judgment if I’d rejoin Elysium or the fields of punishment.
Her lips parted.
Her skin shivered.
Then, she nodded yes.
I ran my fingers down the naked, soft skin of her legs, admiring the goose bumps that spread. I reached to the slit of her dress, venturing closer to her groin. She gasped, her muscles tensing for an instant.
I inched forward, my lips so close to her nape that I smelled the sweetness of her scent with an edge of audaciousness and sensuality.
“We can stop anytime,” I whispered like the snake corrupting Eve.
She gulped once more, parting her legs slightly in response.
“Watch the show, Lily,” I ordered, my voice laced with my sinful infatuation for her.
She held her stare on the opera, her hammering heart enticing my darkest compulsions. I prodded at the hem of her panties, brushing the soft fabric. Fucking hell. She was wet. Hellishly wet. A bulge grew inside my pants as I fought the carnal need to fuck her in front of everyone.
She sucked in a deep breath when I teased her over top of the soaked fabric. I lightly grazed the crotch of her panties with my fingertips. Up and down, I let the pleasure rise in her slowly until she begged for more. Until she submitted to me.
Her pupils darkened, manifesting her flaming eyes. An amused smile curved on my lips as she tried to stay poker-faced when I ripped a part of her panties, pushing it to the side. I needed her bare for me. At my mercy. I stroked her folds and pressed my thumb down on her clit.
She drew her brows together, secretly holding on to the slithering pleasure. I rubbed her clit in circles. She met my movements, rolling her hips to my touch, trying to take control.
I wasn’t hard. Worse—I was in agony. I swallowed my frustration, brushing her opening. I tugged her panties to create more friction. She pushed her hip forward, and I tugged it harder. A slight moan escaped her lips, and the thought of shutting her up with a kiss crossed my mind. Blood hissed to my dick as I thought of all the ways I could punish and take her.
She clung to the balcony railing when I slid a finger inside of her. I was roaring inside. I yearned to be rough. To abuse her senselessly like a caveman. To pound into her with the wildness of an animal.
But I didn’t speed up the stroking. Not yet. I waited for the final moment to send her over the edge. I filled her up with slow and steady movements, her wetness pooling on my finger. She’d be the death of me. She battled to keep her eyes open, her nails digging into the railing. Her other hand clutched my leg. The strings and violins of the opera merged into a magnificent chaos.
I slid another finger inside of her. This time she couldn’t contain her moan, loud enough for both Carmins to look over like hellions. Lily was mine. Her legs shook. I stroked her harder and faster this time, my thumb pressing and rubbing on her clit.
Her breasts lifted up in sharp, shuddering moves. Her eyes glimmered. A drop of sweat trickled down her forehead. I contained myself to not come watching her. I wanted to tear her dress apart. I was fury. Harder. Faster. Deeper. I stroked until her body quivered with ecstasy. She grabbed my wrist from under her dress before throwing her head backward to look heavenward.
“Rad—” she gasped but couldn’t finish.
The moment Eurydice was sent back to hell, Lily’s orgasm crashed around her like thunder. But I didn’t stop yet. I let it consume her until the last second. Tears fell on her cheeks, and she held her grip tighter on the railing. Her eyes stayed stuck on the opera, and she bit her lower lip to hold the new tears that burgeoned her eyes. She was gorgeous.
