He nods. “I’d call it serenading.”
“Oh?” I rest my elbow on the table and cradle my cheek against my hand. “Go on.”
He strums the strings and clears his throat. The melody is plucky but slowly becomes softer. “I hear the birds singing, as my tears sting. I’ve lost my north star. I don’t even know who you are. My heart’s racing, my thoughts turn into a pinwheel of color. Reflected in the mirror, who am I facing? Thunder rolls with a howling wind.” Sully closes his eyes as his fingers glide over the guitar’s strings. I lean closer, resting my knee close to his.
“Life’s bitter. How I long for sweet death. No matter where I go, we’ll meet. I have more tears than the sky has rain. No matter what I do, I’m always in pain. Lightning lights up my window, all my marks become aglow. I look away to see a sparrow. She flies away, I wish to follow. For you my dear, I give my soul. For you my love, I relinquish all control.”
He stops and lets his guitar drop between his legs. His eyes catch mine and I’m drowning.
“Wow. That’s amazing.”
“Thanks. I wrote it for you last night. Kinda came to me. Not sure where it’s going.”
“It’s dark and beautiful.”
“Like you.” He reaches for my hand and gently kisses the back of it. He turns my wrist and kisses up my inner arm. His scruff tickles. I can’t conceal my giggle.
“I love your laugh. It’s my favorite music.”
“You say that to all the girls?” I grab his guitar and place it on the table so I can sit on his lap. His arms circle my waist, his warmth sends pains of desire through my stomach.
Sully brushes his nose against mine. “No. When I first saw you, it was like someone lit a fire in my icy chest. And seeing you again behind the venue, it was magic. I wanted to see you. To touch you.” He trails his fingers along my ribs. “And now that I have, it’s like I can’t get enough.”
My heart flutters. Is he saying these pretty words as a musician or does he mean them? Right now I don’t care. No man has treated me like I’m the only woman in the world. Looked at me like I’m priceless. I don’t want this to stop.
I capture his mouth with mine. Our tongues dance as I sink my hands into his hair and gingerly pull. My hips have a mind of their own and buck against him. He moans.
“You can show me the bedroom now…if you still want to.”
His stands and I instinctually wrap my legs around his torso. “Schatz, ich gehöre dir.”His accent sends electricity through my blood. I nip at his neck as he carries me to the bedroom.
20
Weshedourclothesand fall onto the bed in a tangle of naked limbs. Sully licks my collarbone and sucks my nipple into his mouth, giving it a teasing bite that drives me insane. I buck my hips higher as his mouth travels down my stomach. He forces my thighs apart with his hands and takes his time, kissing his way up. At first, his thumb rubs against my clit.
“You’re already so swollen and wet for me.” He dips a finger inside, and I curl my fingers around the metal iron bars where the headboard should be.
“You’re such abraves Mädchen,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent. Then he glances up at me, eyes dark with heat. “Such a good girl.”
Usually, it takes me a while to get going, but Sully knows the right combination to unlock my body. To make me feel things I’ve never experienced before.
He hooks his hands under my knees and pulls me closer. His blue eyes darken with desire as his gaze pierces into me. My breath hitches when his face dips between my legs. “You smell incredible…”
I bite the pillow as his mouth finds me, and a scream rips from my throat with the first stroke of his tongue. He moves deeper, more deliberate, each motion unraveling me.
When I reach the peak—every muscle tightening, hips bucking, pleasure rolling through me in waves—he pulls away and sinks his teeth into my thigh, marking me. A shiver rockets down my spine.
He plants his hands on either side of my torso and pulls himself up, hovering over me. I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses my lips.
Using all my strength, I force him to roll over and straddle him. My hips line with his perfectly. “My turn,” I murmur, running my nails down his chest.
He’s already stiff and large when I reach down to grasp his penis. I pump the base a couple of times, and he groans in pleasure.
A sinister smile curls my lips as I get into a better position, sitting back on my legs. There’s a bead of moisture on his tip already. My thumb rubs it away, circling him a few times before easing him into my mouth. My tongue traces the thick vein underneath his cock and he grabs handfuls of sheets as I close my lips around his shaft. He’s big, but I’m able to fill my mouth with him to the hilt. It doesn’t take long before he comes. I swallow and lie beside him as he tries to calm his breathing.
“That mouth of yours is something,” he says, resting his head on his arm.
“Hmm.” I lay my cheek on his chest and lazily trace the spider tattoo just below his belly button.
