Page 66 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

Dorian groans as I scrape my teeth against his knuckle. With one final, deep suck, I release him.

“Was that good enough?” I ask, reaching for my glass of wine and taking a sip, if only to settle the pounding of my heart.

“Fuck, I want your mouth on my cock,” he grinds out, his fingers trailing down my neck before he cups my throat possessively.

“I do too,” I reply, heat flooding my cheeks and rushing to my core. I shift in my seat, trying to tame the throb.

Dorian smiles, then lifts to his feet. “Hold that thought,” he says, before striding over to the pianist.

They converse briefly, voices too low for me to hear. Gregory nods once, then lifts to his feet. He passes by me without acknowledgment, shutting the door gently behind him.

“What did you say to him?” I ask, as Dorian settles onto the stool behind the piano.

“Come here, Edie,” he retorts, ignoring my question.

Pushing upright, I grab my glass of wine and head towards Dorian. Placing the glass on the lid of the piano, I rest my hip against it as he spreads his legs and taps the space between them.

“Get on your knees,” he demands, eyes flaring with unequivocable desire as he pops open the button at his waist, unzips his fly and pulls out his cock.

Shock renders me speechless as I stare at his beautiful, pierced dick. He’s fully erect, the thick length of him gripped in his hand, the crown a blush pink and leaking pre-cum. With hooded eyes, and breathlessness, I watch him swirl the pad of his thumb over the slit.

Christ, this man.

“What would you like me to play whilst you suck my cock?”

What the actual fuck… I’m not sure what I’m more shocked by, the fact that he’s demanding I give him a blow job right here, right now, or the fact he can play the piano.

“You play the piano?” I blurt out.

“Yes, Edie, I play, and whilst I do, I want you on your knees giving me the best damn head of my life.”

“I… What if someone..?”

“No one will enter,” he says, stroking his dick before flicking his gaze to the spot between his legs. “Now get on your knees and show me how uncivilised you can be.”

My body jolts at the guttural way he demands my obedience, and my feet move of their own accord as he brazenly offers me his cock. Dropping to my knees between his parted legs, I take him in my hand, his cock smooth and velvety beneath my touch. He’s so big, I’m not even certain I can take him all the way down, but I’m going to try.

“What would you like me to play?” he asks, tucking my hair behind my ears as I look up at him.

“Whatever you want,” I reply.

Reaching over me, his fingers press against the keys, and as soon as he begins to play I take the crown of his dick in my mouth, sucking on it gently. The musky taste of his pre-cum hits my tongue and I whimper.

“Fuck,” he groans, his cock jerking in my mouth, though he doesn’t break rhythm as I continue to tease him with my lips and tongue. “That feels fucking amazing, Edie.”

Boosted by his praise, I take him deeper, my bottom lip coasting over the cool metal bars of his piercings. Saliva dribbles from my lips as I move my head up and down in a teasingly slow rhythm, occasionally stopping to lick and suck his crown. Between my legs, my clit pulses and I squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache. His moans rise and mingle with the music, wrapping us in a cocoon of raw, unfiltered desire. The sound brushes over me, sending shivers rushing down my spine, scattering goosebumps in its wake.

Every part of me wants to make him come. I want Dorian to give himself over to me in the most carnal, erotic way possible. In the last few weeks since I’ve known him, he’s given me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced in my adult life, and I want to give him the same in return. I want to wipe his memory clean of all the women who’ve come before me. I want to be the only person who has the ability to shred him apart, to make him desperate for me and only me.

I’ve never felt this powerful. I’ve never felt this undeniable urge to claim and possess.

It’s revitalising, invigorating, and a far cry from the woman I was when married to my ex.

Right now, I’m a sexual being. I’m a woman in the prime of her life. I’m a goddess.

With that thought in mind, I take him deeper, gagging when the crown of his dick hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Edie,” he roars, his hands slamming onto the keys, the disjointed notes lost beneath the desperate cries he releases.