Page 57 of Born into Darkness

“Yes,” I whisper, and as soon as the word leaves my mouth, his lips are pressing to mine as his large hand cups the back of my head. His lips are warm and soft, gently coaxing mine open so he can deepen the kiss. He effortlessly pulls a moan from deep within my chest while I keep one hand on his face and the other in this thick, soft hair.

The deep, masculine groan he gives lights my body on fire in ways I’ve never experienced before. The bulge pressing against my thigh grows bigger and harder, and unable to resist, I reach down to touch him.

“Fuck,” he growls against my lips when I tentatively start to explore his length.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Max,” I say, making him laugh. It’s true, though. I had no idea he was so well-endowed. This is my first experience with dick, but I’m not an idiot and I have access to the internet. Most men are not built like Max. I rest my palm on his shaft and give him a hard enough squeeze to pull another groan from him.

“Your hand on my cock is the sweetest fucking torture,” he murmurs against my lips. “Far worse than anything Miguel ever did to me.”

“Want me to stop?”

He gives a low, sexy laugh. “I don’t ever want you to stop,svetik moy.”

Before giving me a chance to respond, he closes the distance, kissing me like he’ll never be able to get his fill. I feel the same way about him. It will never be enough, especially not right now—a few stolen moments before our families come looking for us. I don’t want minutes with him. I want hours, days, years, a lifetime. I want it all, and I want it with him.

With a pained groan, he slows the kiss down. His tongue runs along mine in a slow caress that has me pressing against him even harder, wanting our bodies to be so much closer than they’re capable of being right now.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispers, the words a warm breath against my lips before he gives me another kiss.

“Promise?” I whisper back.

“I promise.”

I grin and kiss him again. “Good.”

His fingers soften, gently running through my hair as he watches me. “I hate not having two working hands,” he finally says after several seconds of silence.

I glance over at his piano, knowing it must be killing him to not be able to play it after all this time, but he drags his thumb along my chin, drawing my attention back to him.

“Not because of that,” he says.

“I know it hurts you that you can’t play.”

“It does,” he admits, “but it’s not being able to touch you how I want that’s hurting me right now. Fuck the piano. It’s your body I want to play. I’d give anything to be able to use my fingers to pull the sweetest notes from you. You’re a sonata,svetik moy, just waiting to be written.”

His words nearly do me in, and when I pull him down for another kiss, he lets me take what I want. He doesn’t resist when I slide my tongue in to meet his or when I turn so I’m straddling one of his strong thighs. The yoga pants I’m wearing are a thin barrier, and feeling him against my aching core makes me nearly delirious. A need shoots through me, unlike anything I’ve ever known, and when I start to grind against him, he groans and fists my hair, holding me still as he deepens the kiss.

Unable to resist, I chase my pleasure, using his thigh with a merciless abandon that until this moment I didn’t know I possessed.

“Do it,” he murmurs in between kisses. “Fucking use me, sweetheart. Let me hear you come.”

“It’s not fair,” I try to argue, but my hips still rock against him, and it’s clear I’m not putting up much of a fight.

I feel him smile against my lips, finding humor in my sad attempt at being selfless. “It is fair,” he insists. “I want this more than you can possibly imagine. Share this with me,svetik moy. Let me see you come undone.”

I’m helpless to resist him, not when he’s kissing me so sweetly and begging me to fall apart in his arms, and definitely not when he grabs onto my ass and presses me harder against the strong, muscled thigh between my legs. Fire ignites in my core, forcing a delicious wave of pleasure to erupt and spread to every part of my body. He kisses me harder, stifling my moans with his lips as I lose myself completely.

Tremors run through me when I start to come down, but Max doesn’t let up. He gentles the hand on my ass, but he makes sure my clit is still being stimulated, wringing every second of pleasure from my orgasm as he can.

“I knew you’d sound beautiful when you come. Such sweet music, Talia. I can still hear it in my head.” He peppers my face with soft kisses while I try and catch my breath. “As soon as I can, I’m going to compose a song and call it ‘When my Sweet Girl Comes.’”

I laugh, ridiculously happy and still riding my high. “I can’t wait to hear it.”

“Mmm,” he says, nuzzling his nose along my cheek. “I’ll need to hear your sweet music many more times, though, just so I can make sure I do it justice and get the notes right.”

“I could never stand in the way of your musical genius. Feel free to give me an orgasm anytime you need a reminder.”

He smiles and kisses the corner of my mouth before saying, “That’s very kind of you.”

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