She flashes a smile, her cheek dimpling, and before I know what I’m doing, I’ve leaned forward to kiss that delicious little dent.
Christine sucks in a quick breath. “Damn, you smell good.”
“That’s a relief, because I was sweating earlier and—”
“Hush, Raoul,” she whispers, her nose drifting along my cheek.
“Sure,” I say breathlessly. “I can be quiet. Except I tend to talk when I’m nervous.”
She smiles—I can feel the stretch of her lips against my throat. “Your heart is beating really fast. Are you scared? This is kind of an enclosed space. The Angel said you got claustrophobic in his torture room.”
“Yeah,” I admit. “There wasn’t even any torture, just mirrors and heat, and I fucking lost it.”
“We all lose it sometimes.” Her voice is low, melodic, a vibrating purr. “I’ve killed people, you know.”
I gulp, and she draws back, looking startled by her own confession.
“I have no idea why I just told you that. I mean, they were rapist guys who attacked me, so the killing was totally justified, but…god, what am I doing? Why am I dragging you into my mess when you’re aniceguy, a decent guy? The last thing you need is me andhimand all this chaos—”
I duck in and kiss her—a quick, soft touch of my lips to hers. Then another. And another. Tiny, teasing kisses until she makes a sound of urgent frustration, wraps her arm around my head, and pulls me in for a long, luscious kiss.
A warm floral scent unfurls from her. I can pinpoint its source, and I know its cause. She’s aroused, and that enticing scent is coming from between her legs.
I lay my palm across her lower belly, nudging my fingertips just beneath the edge of her leggings. She tenses and breaks the kiss, panting lightly, but she keeps her forehead pressed to mine, watching my hand disappear gradually beneath her leggings. She’s not wearing panties, and my dick twitches at the realization. Her pussy is bare and soft.
My middle fingertip encounters her clit first, and she whines faintly.
“Shh,” I warn her, and we both pause, listening. But the music is still playing, and the Phantom is still humming somewhere in the distance.
I move my hand deeper, sliding into the wetness between her pussy lips. My fingertips curl into her slit, and I sink two fingers allthe way in. Christine trembles, gripping my shoulder, flushed and overcome by my secret possession of her body.
With two fingers inside, I trace my thumb over the peak of her sex, tenderly coaxing her toward the edge.
“Raoul,” she whispers against my mouth. “Raoul…please.”
“Trust me.” I flick my tongue against hers and pump my fingers faster. Her body is sucking me in deeper, begging for more. My thumb twitches across her clit, and she grinds against my hand, whimpering into the kiss. “You have such a sweet, soaked, needy little cunt,” I whisper.
“Oh my god,” she gasps through a faint laugh. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a dirty talker.”
“Pegging is definitely on the table.” I extract my fingers from her opening and swirl the wetness over her clit, rubbing with quick circular motions under her leggings.
“Oh shit.” Her grip on my shoulder intensifies to the point of pain, but I’m too focused on getting her off to care about my own comfort. I watch her face for tiny changes in expression, altering the pressure and speed accordingly until she comes with a sharp gasp.
“That’s it,” I croon, exulting in the dazed bliss on her face. I stroke her more slowly, guiding her through the pleasure. “God, you come so beautifully. Look at you.”
She’s struggling to stay quiet, so I take my hand out of her pussy, pull her close, and let her bury her face in my chest. Only then do I realize that there’s blood trailing down my shoulder in thin rivulets from where her nails have pierced my skin.
She notices the wounds at the same moment and withdraws her hand.
“God, I’m so sorry, Raoul.” She rises halfway and bends down, licking the trails of blood and the punctures in my flesh.
I shiver at the touch of her tongue. It’s a strange way to clean up, but I suppose she doesn’t want to get blood on the Phantom’s bed.
When she’s done, she hides her face against me again while I lick her arousal from my fingers.
“You’re way too good at that,” she murmurs after a few minutes.
“I’ve mostly been with guys, but the two women I’ve slept with were kind enough to answer all my questions and give me a thorough tutorial on what usually works. Let’s just say we practiced a lot—”
