Page 96 of Born into Darkness

“I couldn’t take you all the way into my mouth,” I remind him. “What if you don’t fit anywhere else?”

He wraps his hand around mine, guiding me to slowly stroke his length. “I’ll fit, baby. I promise.”

I can’t help but ask, “You’ll go slow, right? I know I joke around and like to tease you, but the truth is I’m scared to death right now.”

“Hey,” he says, quickly cupping my face with his hand and giving me a kiss. “We’re taking this as slow as you need to, and if you change your mind, tell me. I’ll stop, and I swear I won’t be mad or disappointed.”

I nod, knowing he’s telling me the truth. “I want this.” I smile and add, “I just want it slow, at least at first.”

He grins and gives me another kiss. “I love slow. It’s my favorite kind of music, and the only kind I seem to be able to compose, so you’re in luck.” Giving my bottom lip a soft nip, he gives me a devilish smile and says, “Slow is my specialty.”

Pressing his much larger body to mine, he takes a step, forcing me back. When my bare ass hits the piano keys, he laughs at the loud, abrasive notes that ring through the room.

“Only you could make that sound like sweet music to me.”

He leans in, forcing me back even more, and I wrap my arms around his neck, afraid my weight is going to damage the expensive instrument my ass is currently pressed against.

“Max,” I yelp when he leans in harder.

His mouth is at my throat, licking and sucking as he cups the back of my head, protecting it from hitting the piano beneath me.

“You’re not going to break it,” he murmurs against my skin. “I want your body all over this piano. Every time I sit down here, I want to see, hear, taste, and feel you with every note I play. I want you to leave a mark on every part of my life.” His lips trail along my collarbone as he whispers, “I never want to be separated from you.”

I thread my fingers in his hair as he kisses a line to my breast, sucking me in like a man who will never be able to get his fill. I squirm beneath him, feeling the hard length of him digging into my stomach as his arousal coats my skin.

“I hate not being able to use my right hand,” he growls against my breast. “I want to touch every part of you at once.”

“It’ll heal,” I remind him, “and we’re going to be doing this a lot.”

“Yes, we are,” he says, wrapping his left arm around me and hauling me up. He sits down on the piano bench, taking me with him so I’m straddling him and we’re chest to chest. His thick cock is pressed between us, and I ache with the physical need to have him inside me.

His fingers trail along the side of my breast, dipping lower as he caresses my stomach, and when he drags the pad of his finger along my clit, I moan and rock my hips for more. He teases me, dipping his finger lower, sliding it between my lips before pushing inside.

“So fucking wet,” he groans, fingering me in an excruciatingly slow rhythm, every stroke threatening to undo me. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” That one word is a breathy pant as I raise myself higher, wanting him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything else before.

Sliding his finger out of me, he licks it clean with a feral groan and then grabs onto my hip, holding me still as he brings his mouth to my breast, giving me one more slow suck before bringing his face to mine.

“Put me where you need me, baby.”

I reach down, fisting his thick length and angling him so his crown is right at my entrance. A breathy sigh escapes when I feel his soft skin pressing gently against my wet slit. It’s just enough pressure to let me know he’s there, but not enough for him to sink into me. His fingers dig into my hip, holding me in a firm grip, refusing to let me lower onto him.

His blue-grey eyes are hooded with lust and a pure, raw need that has every part of my body aching in response to that one look.

“Are you sure?” he asks, using the last of his restraint to make sure I’m okay.

“Yes.” I cup his face and press my forehead to his. “I love you, and I want this.”

“I love you, too,” he says, and then slowly lowers me onto him.

With my arms wrapped around his neck and our foreheads pressed together, he pushes his thick head into me with a slowness that ensures I feel every single sensation. Our combined arousal makes it easy for him to part my lips and slide into me. My first thought is that this is what heaven must feel like, but then that wonderful fullness turns to pain when he lowers me further down, spreading me wider than I’ve ever been. I hiss out a breath, and he immediately freezes, holding me in place with his left hand.

His breaths are as shaky as mine, both of our hearts racing, and when he starts to kiss me, I gladly return it, wanting him to distract me from the burning pain between my legs.

“You’re doing so good,svetik moy,” he murmurs against my lips as he kisses me. “So fucking good.”

“You’re too big,” I say, waiting for the ache to go away, but I have a feeling it’s only going to get worse.

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