“To me?”
She’d saved me. In a way, I was alive thanks to her, and I wouldn’t waste a second of this life without her by my side. I grasped her hand. “I have something else to show you.”
I led her back inside the manor, and she frowned at the view of the black walls, the veiled gray curtains, and the drab tapestry on the black-and-white checkerboard floor tiles. The only splashes of color came from the golden chandelier, the reflective mirrors, and the dark green couch. We ascended the dark wooden stairs to the top floor, and I lowered a ladder. Climbing up, I swung open the door of the tallest and most luminous room: the attic.
I held out a hand to help her. “That’s my other surprise.”
“What?” She seized it and climbed into the space I had designed for her.
The old attic’s windows allowed streams of multicolored light to dance freely, casting a kaleidoscope of spheres. She could stand against the star-studded night sky, radiating as brightly as the constellations. A black piano graced the wooden floor, accompanied by a pink home studio outfitted with allthe necessary equipment for her musical creations. And in the corner, a stately purple chair awaited, ready for me to claim its place as my throne.
“Oh my—” Her glossy lips parted as she twirled around. “That’s better than having a drawer!” She halted in front of the piano, delicately placing the Cigno Nero on the nearby desk. “Why a piano, though?”
I shrugged. “I thought I could play with you.” When she started to beam, I closed the distance, trapping her against said piano. “Sometimes.”
I hated doing something I was terrible at, but I’d made my peace with that instrument.
“I’m so in love with you,” she said, kissing me.
At that moment, everything froze. My heart ceased its frantic beating. It was as if my wounds had been torn open anew, each nerve ending ablaze. Blood surged through my veins, a torrent of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I’d never get used to her loving me.
She withdrew, her lips parting from mine, her green eyes, the color of moss, peering into the depths of my wounded soul.
“What I feel for you is stronger than love,” I drawled, already feeling my cock throbbing and lust blackening each of my cells. “It is as inevitable as death. As powerful as living. As haunting as a dream. You’reeverything.”
I pulled her close and seared her mouth with a kiss. Who told her to stop kissing me? I fisted her hair, angling her head up to me. All the broken parts of me were hers. They always had been. My chest swelled, and my lungs caved, breathing everything of her—the warmth of her skin, the orange scent of her hair, the sugary taste of her glossy lips; everything about her was my undoing.
My fingers slid between her thighs and tugged her panties to the side. Her juices slicked my fingers—she was so wet.
“What did you fantasize about when you were touching yourself in the shower?” I groaned, nibbling the lobe of her ear.
“You,” she moaned. “Tasting me and fucking me the way I like it.”
I curved a brow. “Dirty talking, are you now? It’s adorable, but I’ve never fucked you, Dalia.” I kneaded her nipple with my fingers and dragged my mouth down her neck until I reached her beating pulse, fluttering wildly by her throat. “I only made love to you in my twisted way.”
I untied her dress, let it slip to the ground, and kneeled in front of her. My hands clutched her ass cheeks, squeezing. She whimpered, and I dipped my head between her thighs. She gripped the back of the piano, my tongue swiveling on her clit. She ground against my face while I nipped, sucked, and fucked her with my tongue, worshipping her.
She was my favorite meal. “Ride my face like the good girl that you are.”
She jerked her head back, and desire flamed hotter in my veins. I pumped one finger inside her, and she clenched around me. My cock pulsed in my pants with urgent need when one of her hands fisted my hair, wanting to feel me deeper.
“Yes,” she moaned, and pure lust flooded my bloodstream.
I hiked her leg on my shoulder, tongue flicking, sucking, nibbling her deeper. Her muscles went taut, and I felt her legs shaking under me, trying to push me away.
“Levi…”
I slapped her butt cheek and pumped two fingers inside her, increasing the pace of my tongue on her swollen clit. She shattered in a cry of release, drenching the air.
I rose, licking the taste of her with my tongue. Fucking delicious.
I hoisted her up, settling her on the piano. My hand collared her throat in a chokehold so she’d taste herself on my lips.
“Don’t ask me to go slow because I can’t,” I warned her in a growl. “I. Need. You.”
She took off my shirt, dropped it on the ground, and unzipped my pants, freeing my pulsing length. Her fingertips traced the contours of the scars etched into my skin, each touch soothing.
“I need you too.”
