He pulls away, both of us panting. I can feel his hardness directly under my aching pussy, and it takes everything in me not to grind down, to try and seek relief, remembering that he’s still healing. His eyes drill into mine, his pupils wide with lust and longing that I know my expression mirrors.
“Fuck it,” he rasps out, his voice gruff and lips swollen.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting me up, his fingers digging into my arse cheeks in a deliciously maddening way. The bench falls to the floor, making a dull thudding noise as it hits the carpet, and he stands, carrying me to the side of the piano.
“Ash, what—” I start, hissing as he none too gently places me back on the lid of the instrument, my arse on the edge of the side. Silencing any further questions that I might have, he slams his lips back onto mine, his hands holding my face captive.
I get lost in his taste; like winter nights, sin, and darkness. But not the kind of darkness that you’re afraid of, the kind that protects you and hides you from all harm. He breaks away once more, kissing down my neck, pausing at my breasts to take each nipple into his mouth, his hands cupping and stroking them whilst he sucks and bites the tender globes until I’m a squirming mess. He pushes me down, not pausing in his ravishment so that I’m lying flat on my back, my legs hanging off the edge.
“Ash,” I moan, when he goes lower, kissing, licking, and nipping my abdomen. Then lower still, teasing me all around my slit, my cunt fluttering, and Her Vagisty begging for some attention. “Ash,” I whine this time, scowling and grabbing his hair in clenched fists when he just does that stupid sexy man chuckle again and carries on with his exquisite torture.
“Impatient tonight, aren't we, Princess,” he teases, breathing along my folds, making my breath hitch and my hips buck towards him as I desperately try to bring his head closer with my grip.
He clearly takes pity on me, or can’t help himself, because in the next moment, sublime bliss fills my entire being as his warm tongue licks me from opening to clit, and I explode on his tongue, crying out with the force of my release.
Yep, one lick is all it took to make me come. That man can play me just as well as the instrument that I’m lying on, no doubt about that.
I hear a growl of approval, my eyes closed, still riding that orgasm wave, when I hear the rustle of a foil packet, then feel a nudge at my opening. I snap my eyes open and lift my head, only to find him standing between my thighs, pushing his hard dick inside me, his hands holding my thighs open.
My inner walls clench and flutter around him—that damn dick obsessed butterfly is back—as I watch him thrust gently, feeling his new piercing massage my passage until he’s fully seated inside me. We both groan at the sublime sensation, and I watch, enraptured at the look of pure bliss on his face, his eyes closed as he savours the moment.
“But—” I start, my voice husky as I push up onto my elbows. His eyes open when I speak. “You’re not fully healed.”
“I’m healed enough, Princess,” he informs me in a rough voice, and I study his features to see if there’s any pain in his expression, willing to stop this if there is.
He doesn’t give me more than a moment, though, a breath, before he pulls almost all the way out, then plunges back in hard. My eyes fucking roll, and I drop back down with a thud and he repeats the move again. And again. And again, until I lose count and all ability to think coherently as he bombards me with his passion, gyrating harder and going deeper.
“Shit, Ash!” I cry out, my nails scraping the smooth surface of the instrument that I’m lying on, uncaring if I scratch it, as electric currents zap and zing across my body with every surge of his, the new metal in his dick adding a layer of sensation that has me seeing stars.
“Christ, Lilly,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “I’d forgotten how fucking good your pussy wrapped around my cock feels.” His shallow thrusting rubs my g-spot with the piercings on every stroke. “That’s it, baby, come for me, come all over my dick,” he orders as I start to clench around him, my climax hitting me with the force of a fucking freight train.
He pulls all the way out, causing a squirt of liquid to shoot out of me, covering his lower abs and chest as I scream. I look down just in time to see him pull the condom off, blowing his load all over my stomach and breasts, a deep groan falling from his perfect lips. More moisture leaves me at the sight and knowledge that I’m covered in his hot seed. We’ve marked each other in the most primal way and I fucking love it.
My eyes catch on glinting silver, and I gasp.
“You got a fucking magic cross!” I exclaim, sitting up to get a better look, uncaring of his cum dripping down my body.
Just beyond the mushroom head of his dick are four small metal balls, creating the impression of a cross with the bars hidden inside.
“How did it feel?” he asks, his voice a touch breathless.
Tearing my eyes away from his new jewellery, I look into his eyes.
“Fucking incredible,” I beam at him, and he smiles right back, looking all kinds of pleased with himself.
“Good,” he replies, holding out a hand and helping me off the piano. “Now, let's get cleaned up. You’ve got a big day today and need to get some more sleep.” My heart sinks when I remember what we’re doing later; visiting Mum’s grave. “Hey, it’ll be okay. We’ll be with you the whole time,” he tells me gently, pulling me to him in a tight hug, the warmth of his naked body seeping into mine.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
LILLY
Blinking gritty eyes open, I wake to weak morning light, cocooned in a spicy ginger warmth that I snuggle into. Catching movement across from me in the corner of my eye, I’m captivated by honey amber eyes. Kai smiles softly at me from his bed, looking far more awake than how I feel. Yet still, he has bags under his slightly bloodshot eyes and exhaustion coats him like a fog, as if he hasn’t slept well in months, years.
I frown as it suddenly occurs to me that we’ve never slept in the same bed. I’ve never woken up with Kai wrapped around me, and that bothers me. Is it due to an accident, the others getting in bed with me first? Or has he purposefully pushed me away in that regard?
“Why the frown, darling?” His melodic voice, a little gruff this morning, breaks into my tumultuous thoughts. “Worried about today?” he enquires gently, and my frown deepens, my breath stuttering out of me at the thought of what’s to come this morning.
“Yes,” I reply in a whisper, my empty stomach rolling. I decide not to press the issue of our lack of bedsharing just yet. I’ll wait until he’s ready to talk.