Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I bring out my phone to text her, the only communication we have, and keep walking down the hall, but that’s when I catch the scent of her. I would know her natural smell anywhere, like a spring meadow and honey.
I pause and turn around to see her coming out of the washroom and heading down the hall, not seeing me.
I take a moment to take her in from behind. She’s wearing a one-shouldered burgundy gown made of silk, the fabric clinging to the full curves of her ass.
Fuck me.
I’m immediately hard and I start walking fast after her, so fast that in seconds I’m in front of her. A risky maneuver, but I don’t think the few people on this level will notice.
“Val,” she cries out in shock, trying to stop but still runs up into my chest. She tries to take a step back but I grab hold of her elbows, about to put my lips all over her.
“Not here,” she says, glancing around anxiously.
I nod and look for an escape. I see it in the door next to us, the office of the cellist professor. He’s obviously downstairs right now getting ready with his students. I should be doing the same, just my attention is a little more concentrated on Dahlia.
I try his door and the knob turns, unlocked. I quickly open it and shove Dahlia inside, locking the door behind us.
“What are you doing?” she cries out.
“What do you think? You’re far too gorgeous to not have my tongue all over you.”
“But the recital,” she stammers, and I reach up and make a fist in her hair that’s gathered in curls around the top of her head, flipping her around so that she’s pressed against the door, the back of her head thumping against it. “My hair! It took me forever to get it like this,” she says indignantly.
I kiss her hard, my fingers going through her hair and pulling out bobby pins so that her hair is loose around her shoulders.
“You’re such an asshole,” she says, punching me on the shoulder.
“Do you want your hair pulled or not, you little whore?” I growl at her before kissing her hard, making a tight fist in her hair again and giving it a sharp tug. She whimpers against my mouth, her tongue sliding against mine and I’m shot with the stricken need to consume her.
I can’t get too carried away, though it’s hard when my mouth slips down to her neck and I begin to lick and suck at her soft skin, the surest way to get her dripping wet for me. I hadn’t fed on Dahlia since that first time in the Red Room—honestly I’d been too afraid—but I’m starting to need it. The hunger is becoming too much.
Not tonight, I remind myself. This is her night, not yours.
With that thought, I drop down to my knees and start shoving up her dress, my hands splayed against her thighs. I dip my head under the fabric and shove my face up into her, the scent intoxicating, her wetness already gathering on her inner thighs. She’s not wearing underwear, which means she must have been thinking ahead.
“Val,” she groans. “Please.”
I don’t need to be told twice, my tongue sliding up and down her slick curve, then teasing at her entrance. I put my hand on her hip and hold her in place, my other hand going to her ass.
I start to eat her out in earnest, my tongue lashing against her clit. She whimpers and groans, her body tensing as I push my tongue hard, forcing it deep inside her, her stance widening to give me more purchase. I moan, loving the way she tastes, how wet she is for me. I let my tongue stretch down so I can lick against her asshole, my saliva dripping down and making her wetter. I want to taste every inch of her, the messier the better.
“Oh god,” she cries out.
I flip the dress over my head and stare up at her so I can watch her as she unravels before me, slipping a finger inside her. She clenches around me, her body wound up tight. I start to finger her fast and hard, and her back arches against the door.
She is so fucking beautiful like this.
“You’re being such a good girl,” I murmur. “I might have to reward you later.” She groans at that and my mouth goes back to her cunt, my tongue lapping at her while my fingers pump in and out of her.
I can hear her gasping, her legs shaking, her body ready to go. I press my face hard against her, the need to taste her when she comes strong in me. I reach up and pinch her nipples and she comes, her body spasming against me, her cries of release loud.