Page 87 of The Darkness is Calling

I move my fingers inside her, while with my other hand I continue torturing her breasts, now almost completely exposed. My lips find her throat, and I kiss the vein where her blood pulses quickly, while my queen’s sighs grow louder the faster and deeper my fingers move inside that warm core.

Ecstasy strikes her quickly, proving to me once again how responsive she is to my touch.

“Oh, God,” she cries out loudly, almost screaming through the orgasm that contracts her around my fingers.

“Did I tell you to stop playing?” I whisper in her ear, caressing her clit as I withdraw my fingers from that warm, sacred place.

“It’s a little hard to concentrate in a moment like this.”

“Fine. I promise I won’t stand behind you anymore.”

I take one step to the side and raise my hands in surrender, only to put the fingers that were inside her into my mouth and suck them while looking deep into her stunned eyes.

“You’re cruel,” she tells me in a sly tone, narrowing her eyes.

“You underestimate me.”

“I’m sure no word has been invented that could describe you in that regard.”

“Yes, it has. Voron.”

I wink at her.

“Voron only means raven.”

This time, I grin wickedly.

“Not when it’s paired with my first name.”

She seems a little impressed by my answer, but I snap her out of it the moment I gesture toward the piano.

“I didn’t say you could stop.”

“You think I still feel like playing?”

“I promise you can stop after this.”

“That’s a lot of promises for today, Voron,” she says playfully.

“You deserve all of them,” I tell her honestly, remembering that I promised to be beside her at the recital.

I realized how much it means to her to have someone in the audience who comes only for her, not merely strangers who want to listen to music. I want to be there to erase any fear she may still have connected to the people she loves, and because it feels natural for me to be present at such an important moment in her life. I truly intend to put her first, always, no matter the situation, especially when it comes to moments that matter to her.

Her fingers move across the keys again, and I can already picture what I will do next.

Through a game of imagination, I manage to lower myself to the floor, slipping between the bench I pull farther back and the piano.

Between her thighs.

She can no longer reach the lower pedal, but she still manages to play.

“Artem... What...?”

“Shh,” I tell her shortly, parting her legs and lifting her skirt again.

I feel euphoria begin to take over me from the moment my tongue touches her clit.

With two fingers, I spread her folds, then lick the entire length of her until my lips close around her clit, sucking it slowly.