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“Tell me you’ve gleaned something from this little lesson.”
“I have. Stun. Silence. And sever. I won’t forget.”
“Good,” he said, and I found myself trapped under the weight of his stare as it trailed down the length of my dress. “I’ll make a point to teach you each day. Vaszhago can teach you, as well.”
“I don’t wantVaszhagoteaching me.”
Gaze on me as he passed, he took a seat back on the bench and leaned against the organ with his drink in hand, his shirt undone, body relaxed and delicious enough to eat. “What do you want, Farryn?”
The question came as a surprise, but when I caught a glimpse of his eye, the need sparkling there, it was the first time I believed that he truly felt some torment in staying apart, as well. “What do you think I want?”
His cheek flinched as if he might smile, his focus on his drink. “Tell me.”
He was playing with me again, taunting me with that sexy smirk and vicious gaze. God, I missed the cat and mouse game with him.
Instead of answering, I sauntered around the edge of the organ and stole his drink, which I set back down, and before he could stop me, or protest, I slid my leg between him and the keys, lowering down on his lap. Straddled over his legs, I watched his chest rise and fall, felt the tension in his muscles as he gripped the edge of the bench. Resisting me.
It didn’t matter how his body responded, his hungry gaze told me everything.
“I wantyou.” I circled my hips against him, noting that placid facade of his slowly cracking.
Bowing my head to kiss the base of his throat, I ran my palm over the impressive bulge sticking out from his slacks. The man was hard as stone. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, and he slid a hand across my throat, giving a warning squeeze.
“Given my voracious appetite when it comes to you, Miss Ravenshaw, I’d advise against touching me that way.” His voice carried a husky rasp of desperation. “Unless you’d prefer this pretty dress of yours in shreds on the floor.”
A quick glance toward the pillars showed no one there, and I sucked my lip between my teeth as I stared down at him, wanting him so badly my thighs ached and trembled. “I would, Mister Van Croix.”
War raged across his face, like a battle between what he wanted and what he needed. “Devil’s blood, you are my Heaven and Hell.” His sharp jaw hardened with stubborn opposition, the veins of his neck popping to the surface, but he didn’t push me away.
I slid my arms back around his neck, fingers in his hair, and kissed him, feeling his tongue slip past my teeth, his growl vibrating over my lips. “Then, I should appeal to both your angelanddemon side.”
“You appeal to every fiber of my being. Every vile and wanton cell in my body.”
“Play me a song,” I whispered, and I kissed one of the hammering veins, feeling his sharp exhale scatter over my skin.
His arms wrapped around me, and he wedged me closer against his chest, my legs dangling around the back of him.A despondent chord filled the room, and he tipped his head just enough to take my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and slid my fingers through his hair, sucking the bitter anise flavor from his tongue. In slow circles, I ground myself against his slacks, lazily dry humping him. Through the fabric, tiny vibrations beat against my exceptionally sensitive cleft, traveling up inside me, and I held him tighter, letting out a shuddered breath.
The strokes across the keys became fast and erratic, every sonorous note dancing around us, the vibrations pounding a rhythm of desire. My body felt small against his, pliant, as his arms moved around me, while he kept on with his dreary song.
“Fuck.” The music stopped abruptly on a dissonant note, and he reached up beneath my dress, rough hands gripping tight to my ass and pressing me against his bulge. “You tempt and tease me incessantly.”
“Then tell me to leave.”
He growled again, teeth clenched, as he dragged my pussy over his groin like a threat. “This is what you do to me. Your scent. Your touch. There is no madness more insufferable than trying to keep my hands off you.” It was clear he didn’twantme to leave. Head lowered, he guided me over his rigid length still tucked inside his pants, and groaned. “I can’t properly express how badly I want to defile you right now.” Fingers slid inside the back of my panties, over my ass, and down over my aching hole.
I’d been touched by him a number of times in the last few days, but the feel of his finger taunting me, gliding over my hungry and swollen flesh, had me biting my lip again. Desperate for his touch. “I promise I won’t stop you,” I said.
Gaze on mine, he watched me as he pushed two fingers up inside of me. The feel of them moving within me wound my stomach muscles tight, and a potent combination of relief and victory swam through me, as he played along, giving me what I wanted.Of course, anyone could’ve walked in on us, but I was too lost and intoxicated. Drunk with the lust that pulsed through me in waves.
A memory slipped through my mind–his hand gripping my wrist, tugging me toward the woods, the fear of being caught. Lustina’s memories. Mine. Innocent and forbidden love.
Breathtaking.
“You feel so good,” I whispered, circling my hips, stirring his fingers inside of me.
While his merciless digits curved deeper, his thumb slipped between the cheeks of my ass to that tight forbidden ring, the pressure threatening to breach it. “Fuck them. I want to feel how much you want me.”
As he asked, I backed myself to his knuckles, then back up to his fingertips, and down again, plunging his fingers in and out of me.
