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 gasp, my head going back until it rests against his shoulder, and he brings his hands down over my breasts, fingers brushing gently over my nipples.
Oh my god.
I suck in a breath, almost stopping the song but he sucks at my neck lightly and says, “Keep playing. Unless you want me to stop.”
I don’t want him to stop. I keep playing the song, my fingers moving over the keys as his fingers pinch my nipples, squeeze my breasts, and I’m arching even more now, molten heat between my legs.
“Your body is an instrument itself,” he rasps to me, licking up to my ear until I’m moaning, and he’s cupping my breasts now over my bodice. “Rewarding those who learn how to play it properly.”
He gives my nipples another sharp tug and I cry out. It takes everything in me to keep playing the music and I’m surprised I haven’t majorly fucked up the song by now. I can barely concentrate, all I can think about is how fucking turned on I am right now, and how damn sexy this is.
Then Valtu brings his hands down my sides and with slow deliberation he starts hiking up the hem of my dress. Higher and higher and higher until it’s around my waist. I’m wearing underwear, thankfully forest green and lacy, and I look over at the door to make sure it’s still closed.
“Submit,” he warns me, his voice rough now as he brings his lips to the edge of my jaw and I close my eyes again. “Let yourself be mine and give yourself over to me.”
I make a tiny noise of want, trying to agree, and his fingers slide underneath my panties, going down until they reach where I’m completely soaked.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my neck. “How drenched you are for me. Your smell is intoxicating.”
I’m about to freak out over that since he shouldn’t be able to smell me, but I’m swiftly reminded that he’s a vampire and he can smell everything, including the blood in my veins.
Damn. It didn’t take long for me to forget what he is and what I am. How quickly that was thrown away once he started to touch me like this.
“Keep playing,” he says, stroking my clit with his finger now, spreading me. “Keep playing while I play you.”
My breath is coming in short and shallow as I try to do as he says but the more his fingers rub and tease me, the harder it is to continue.
“Don’t make me stop,” he says and then thrusts a finger inside me.
“Oh god!” I cry out softly, my back arched, my hips rising, and my feet slide off the pedals.
“Be a good girl and keep going,” he murmurs roughly, inserting another finger, plunging them in deep and I’m squeezing around him, starting to buck as he fucks me with his hand, his thumb rubbing my clit in swift, wet circles.
I try to continue with my fingers but it’s so hard to concentrate when all I can think about are his. The song starts to fade, the notes skipping as I miss the keys.
“The sound of you is gorgeous,” he murmurs as he moves his fingers in and out of me, the wet noise lewd and audible even above the sound of the organ. “I bet you sound even better when you come.”
With a grunt he bites my earlobe and shoves his fingers in deeper, dragging over my G-spot and then I’m coming, my hands now gripping the keys so the organ cries out with an ungodly sound that matches the ragged cries of my own.
“Oh my god, oh god,” I eke out, my heart beating in my words. “Valtu.”
He continues to fuck me with his fingers until I’ve come all over his hand and I’m jerking from the spasms, nearly falling off the bench.
Holy shit.
Did that just happen?
My head is swimming, my insides feeling lit up like a million fireworks have just tore through me, and I don’t know which way is up. Valtu holds me in place, his fingers still inside me as my pulsing slows and I feel myself coming back into my body again.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my head going back and resting against his shoulder. I stare up at the frescoed ceiling and I’m suddenly reminded of where I am. Oh Jesus, my professor just fingered me while giving me music lessons.
I roll my head to look at the door, thankfully still shut.
“You’re a very apt pupil,” he says to me, kissing the back of my head. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
He gets up behind me and I’m in a daze as he grabs me by the elbows and brings me up to my feet, grabbing me by the waist and spinning me around so that my ass is up on the organ, pushing down on all the keys. The instrument cries out in a cacophony of notes that surround us, making my teeth rattle, and before I can figure out what’s happening, he spreads my legs and crouches down, burying his head under my dress and pulling off my underwear, discarding it on the floor.