Page 88 of The Darkness is Calling

It is my gentlest gesture, but soon I give in to my instinct and begin tasting her with mad hunger. She is sweet, and I cannot get enough of her unique taste.

A guttural sound rises from my chest.

Her moans are woven into the melody she gets wrong several times, but she does not stop. And neither do I. To heighten her pleasure, I slide one finger inside her again, but my mouth does not leave her clit, sucking it and circling it with my tongue again and again.

I continue like this until I feel her core tightening, and her cry of pleasure ends the melody with that sound tearing from her chest, feeding my voices.

We want her.

Now

Rising from the floor, I catch her narrow waist and lift her from the bench, setting her ass on the piano. It is rather high, but at six foot three, I manage to position her so our bodies can unite perfectly. With starving touches, I part her delicate thighs and lift her knees until her heels settle on the keys, which release loud, meaningless noise.

Just like the voices in my head in this moment, when my entire body wants her, my mind seeks her, and my heart feels her.

I kiss her like a man possessed, and she answers me with the same need, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me as close as she can. I don’t know how I undo my trousers and free my cock, but after I tear this pair of panties too, clearing the path to what I crave now, I thrust hard inside her.

In a single motion, I am buried completely in that warm core, which grips me even tighter because of her orgasm from only moments ago.

“Now I want you to sing to me with screams of pleasure, dusha moya. And I want you to scream my name when you’ll come on my cock.”

I move my hips with force, pushing hard into her, and the sensation is indescribable. My lips drop to her chest, and I suck her breast fiercely, leaving new marks beside the ones from the previous night.

I feel complete here, inside her, pressed to this warm body, touching her skin and living for her touch and her sighs. I feel her soft, hot core tightening around me, and it doesn’t take long before my wish is fulfilled.

“Artem! Yes!”

Her voice is like the light of an angel flashing through my entire body, leaving permanent marks all over my soul.

She is mine.

And I am hers.

I lose myself wildly in her perfect pussy and shudder when my orgasm shakes my entire existence, the way it does every time.

It is a feeling unlike anything else, and I realize that moments like this, when our bodies join so perfectly, are becoming permanent tattoos in my memory.

She’s milking me so good, but after I come, I don’t release her.

Holding her in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her to the bedroom, knowing there is no one in the house who would dare steal a glimpse of her beautiful body.

I lay her on the bed, strip off all my clothes, then undress her too, because I want to enjoy her naked body without any more obstacles in my way.

She kisses the tattoos on my chest.

I turn her onto her stomach and kiss her spine.

She bites into the pillow, and I enter her from behind with force.

“I will never get enough of you.” My voice is firm, my fingers digging deep into her hips, while my movements grow hungry.

Moments full of ecstasy, ones I don’t want to end, yet they demand their own peak. I make her come again, and I am fascinated by the way her body reacts, especially when I intensify the moment with my fingers rubbing her clit frantically.

Inevitably, her orgasm pulls mine into the same vortex, making me come again in powerful waves that drain every last bit of energy from me.

We both collapse onto the mattress, stretching out beside each other, but I immediately pull her into my arms and kiss her with the same hunger as every time.

Until now, I never believed someone could mean this much to me.