“Yeah, fuck him,” I echo, smiling wider and feeling all kinds of warm inside when a manly chuckle falls against my skin.
Lifting his head, he looks up at me.
“Can I play something for you?” he asks, biting his plush bottom lip as he studies me intently.
“I’d love that,” I tell him, heat radiating throughout my body at his soft expression and bright glossy eyes that shine in the darkness.
He smiles in return, his whole body relaxing. I start to turn, intending to sit on a nearby chair, when he stops me, his arms banding tighter. Looking back down, there’s a devilish glint in his eyes that I’m more used to seeing on Loki’s face.
This is either going to be really good...or really bad. Maybe both?
“Up here, Princess,” he orders, leaning back and releasing one of his arms, patting the top of the baby grand piano lovingly.
“What? No!” I exclaim, shaking my head and trying to take a step back.
Of course the wanktrumpet tightens his grip with the arm still around me.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, Princess,” he tells me sternly, a threat clear in his voice.
“Fine,” I grumble, looking at the instrument with a huff.How the fuck am I meant to get up there?!
As if reading my mind, Ash scoots back the bench he’s sitting on, grabs my waist, and in a single panty melting—you know, if I had any on—move, lifts me up, depositing my bare arse on the cool surface of the lid, right on the edge.
“Ash!” I hiss, squirming as Her Vagisty tries to escape the temperature of the lacquered wood.
With just his signature Ash-hole smirk, he sits back down, pulling the bench closer to the keys. Flushing, I suddenly realise that he’s in between my legs, getting an eyeful so to speak. I begin to close my thighs when he chuckles in that sexy way of his, making Her Vagisty perk up and twitch.Greedy bitch.
Grabbing one ankle, he places my foot on his shoulder, doing the same to the other leg until I am literally spread wide open for him, having to prop myself up with my hands behind me for support so that I can still look down at him.
“Much better,” he comments.Cuntcake. “I learned this not long after we met you,” he confesses softly, looking down at his hands hovering over the keys. “It’s calledI Love You, by Jurrivh.”
My breath stills, my heart thudding as my fingertips tingle at his words.
And then he starts to play.
I stop breathing entirely for several moments as the music flows over and through me. I can feel the vibrations of the notes running through my body, making my core ache for this man. This man who feels so much, but hardly ever shows it, has been trained not to show it, but it’s all there. And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.
He doesn’t look at me as he plays, his eyes closed, his fingers flying across the instrument in a gentle, loving caress. Taking a large, deep breath, I am grateful that I’m not standing. I don’t even think that I could, not with my knees weak and my heart hammering like it is. I’m hyper aware of my entire body; the coolness of the wood that I’m sitting on is warming under my body heat, the notes as they flow through me, letting me feel the music in my very core like never before.
The sounds pour into my ears, teasing moisture to my eyes when I think about what he told me. He learnt this not long after he met me. He’s loved me since then, almost from the start.
All too soon, the final notes are sounding in the room, leaving their lingering song in the air like the sweetest perfume. Ash’s hands still, his head still bowed and his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, like this moment was difficult for him.
He’s made himself vulnerable in a way that he hasn’t done before, and I feel so blessed to have been witness to it.
“Ash,” I murmur, my voice raspy with all the love that is desperate to break free, like a caged bird.
“I feel like I’ve loved you for my whole life, Lilly,” he whispers back, his own voice just as choked as mine. “I just needed to find you.”
He lifts his head, his eyes shining, and I watch, spellbound, as a single bead of glittering moisture breaks free and glides down his cheek. I move my feet off his shoulders, shuffle-sliding down off the piano and eliciting a jumbled sound as I hit the keys until I’m in his lap, my legs on either side of him. Reaching my hand out, I use my thumb to swipe the tear from his face, bringing it to my lips and tasting his love.
His confession.
His declaration.
A moment later, I feel his hand grab the back of my neck as he pulls me in for a kiss that obliterates a past where we weren’t together. A kiss that makes up for all the lost time, for all of the pain that we’ve been through without one another.
His tongue dominates mine, showing me his love with every stroke, telling me without words his truth. I let him in freely, matching him caress for caress as I repeat back my truth. My love for him. My need for him.