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 quickly dip my head down, running my tongue up her thighs and along her cunt, filling my mouth with it, the taste of our cum mixed together like the most decadent cocktail.
“Oh!” she cries out softly and in surprise as I swallow it all up, making sure she’s been licked clean.
Then I lean over and grab her chin and turn her head to me. Her eyes are hazy and her mouth is open slightly, like she’s just waking up.
I gently kiss her and slip my hand under her chin and kiss her again, slow and deep. I pull back and her eyes are still on mine. “My lord,” she manages to say, giving me the laziest smile.
“My pupil,” I say to her, zipping up my pants. “You have a recital in a few minutes, don’t you forget.”
Her eyes go wide. “You dick!” she exclaims, quickly getting off the desk and trying to fix her dress. “I’m going to be late.”
I eye the clock on the wall. “We have two minutes.”
She growls in frustration and pulls at the ends of her hair. “My hair!”
“Your hair is gorgeous. You’re gorgeous. And you’re going to do an amazing job tonight,” I tell her.
She doesn’t look like she believes me, worry on her brow.
“Come on, let’s get you going.”
I unlock the door and stick my head out to make sure the coast is clear, then we exit and hurry along until we’re at the stairs. It’s quiet down below and I think everyone is already in the concert hall. We’re lucky that she’s not up first but even so, we have to be there.
“You go first,” I tell her. “Go to your seat with the others. I’ll come in a bit.”
She nods and turns to go but I quickly reach out and grab her, bringing her back to me so I can give her a searing kiss. “Good luck, my dove,” I whisper to her.
“Thank you,” she whispers back, then hurries along, holding the ends of her dress in her hands as she goes down the stairs, her wild hair billowing after her like a romantic heroine.
I wait a couple of minutes, making sure I look okay and my hair is fine, before I go down. The concert hall is packed, standing room only at the back, but everyone is still talking amongst each other in low murmurs and no one has noticed I’m late to come in.
Except for Van Helsing, who raises a glass of prosecco at me and goes back to the conversation he’s having with another man.
I quickly go to my place alongside the other professors and wait. From where I’m sitting, I can only see the back of Dahlia’s head and I can’t imagine how nervous she must be.
The headmaster of the school starts it off by going on stage and giving a few introductions, and then the recital begins. For the next thirty minutes music fills the hall, almost all of it flawless, and then it’s Dahlia’s turn.
She goes up on the stage, looking so fucking stunning in that dress and I’m hit with how lucky I am to have her as mine. She takes her spot at the organ, slipping on her organ shoes while a violinist and celloist go behind her for their section of the piece. I don’t think I’ll ever look at a cello bow the same way again and I almost laugh when I realize we left the bow on the floor of the professor’s office. He’s going to be most confused when he picks it up.
Dahlia starts to play. She flows into the music and the music flows into her. It makes my heart soar higher and higher, swept away by the moment, by the emotion, until I come to a stunning realization.
I might love her.
And she’s mine.
But not yours forever, I can’t help but think, and all the joy in my heart is seized by a cold, strangling fist.
No.
Not mine forever.
Chapter 21
Dahlia
I’m beaming.
There’s nothing better than knowing you’ve just hit something out of the park, and from the way the applause is getting louder and louder, the pride I feel grows along with it. Magic may have increased my skill level on the organ, but I haven’t used it for that since I got here. What I just played and how well I played it was a result of hard work and practice, and while I was so nervous earlier about being able to do the piece justice, I know I have. The string section accompanied me beautifully and together the music just seemed to take over the concert hall, coming straight from our hearts and our bones, perhaps fueled by the ghosts of centuries of performances in this very building.
Instead of demurely getting up and hurrying off stage, I stand up and smile at everyone in the audience, giving them a bow, feeling absolutely radiant. Moments like this have come infrequently in my life—I have to make the most of them.