Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
My body trembled against his, and I gripped his arms for support, scared that my knees would buckle under the force of his needy kiss.
The reaction was instant. My body shuddered, and I sunk into his kiss. My back arched, and I leaned on my toes, silently demanding more. Our pull was magnetic.
I didn’t know that souls had lips. For right now, just like his lips were kissing mine—our souls met, and they kissed so beautifully.
“If we don’t stop now,” he said, tearing his lips from mine for us to catch our breath, “I’m going to fuck you right here.”
He kissed a line down, sucking my plump lips before continuing a path over my chin and then my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, and I threw my head back, soaking it all in and still wanting more.
His words barely registered in my mind…I was lost in him.
Lyov pressed his forehead against my shoulder, and his body shuddered with each deep, rough breath he took. I put my arms around him and gripped his shoulders. I caressed the back of his neck, the way I noticed he liked.
The tension left his body, and we both finally breathed normally. My lips still tingled from his kisses, and I licked them, wanting to savor his lasting taste.
He eventually pulled away and grabbed my hands in his. “Let’s go. I want to show you something.”
I followed Lyov without any question. Our first stop was his bedroom. He waited for me to wash up quickly—standing in the bathroom and watching me with heated grey eyes.
I felt shy, a little nervous, but it seemed as if he didn’t want to take his gaze off me for even a second. Only the shower doors separated us, and I wondered if he would take a step forward and open the doors.
I was his to take. He didn’t have to wait…yet…he didn’t touch me more than those kisses.
When I was done, I got into a clean dress. Lyov’s hand was holding mine again, and we walked down the hall. A few doors away from the room.
We stopped in front a white double door, very similar to the others. I glanced up at him, waiting. Lyov brought his hand up, and in his palm was a key.
“Open the door,” he ordered.
Doing as I was told, I took the key and opened the door. The lights were off, and the thick curtains were drawn together, stopping the sunlight from pouring in.
Lyov allowed me to walk into the dark room first. He went to the windows, and I watched speechlessly as he opened the curtains, letting some light in.
Finally, my eyes found his surprise.
My lips parted with a silent, trembling exhale. My heart skittered, and my chest tightened. Those crazy butterflies were back again.
Lyov stayed by the windows, gauging my reaction.
“A piano,” I whispered.
I remembered telling him that a piano was what I dreamed of—something I wanted but couldn’t have. But this man…this man who had everyone dancing to his tunes, had given me something so precious.
“It’s yours,” he whispered.
Walking closer, I finally laid a palm over the piano keys. “Thank you,” I cried softly.
And then he asked me something. With those words, he stole my heart forever.
“Will you play for me, Angel?”
Chapter 12
Lyov
I had never seen a more beautiful sight. Watching Maria play the piano had become my favorite past-time. Just like it was her passion to play, it became my obsession to watch her.
I could spend every minute of the day in her presence, soaking it all in. The attraction was there. But it was more than that. It was more than me wanting to stick my cock into the depth of her, feeling her clench around me.
There was a pull between us. A magnetic connection, undeniable and growing stronger with each passing day we spent together. I wanted to understand what it was, but the feeling of confusion crowded my thoughts. I couldn’t quite figure out what this was.
Over the days, the more I learned about her, the more I craved to know. Little by little, I started to show her…me. I couldn’t refuse her when she looked up at me with those begging blue eyes.
So we exchanged our life stories. Hers were filled with roses. Mine were filled with blood. Yet we had somehow found a balance between us. I thought Maria would cower and run away. But every morning when I woke up, she was there sleeping peacefully in my arms.
She was the epitome of beauty. A soft tune to my raging rhythm. An elixir to my dark savageness.
Maria stopped playing, and she looked up, our eyes locking together. I remembered the first time she played the piano, two weeks ago. She had the same look in her eyes. The same look of wonder and happiness…and something else. As if I were the center of her universe. The only thing that mattered to her.