Page 99 of Onyx Realm

Her breath hitched.

Capturing her gaze, I searched for any sign of fear. The only thing I saw was the hunger she fought so hard to hide from me.

“I want to hear your music again, Serena.”

Her brown eyes widened, pupils dilating. “I told you—”

“I know what you told me,” I murmured, slipping my hands up her thighs. The silky material of her sundress bunched beneath my palms. “But I’m asking.”

Her pulse jumped in her throat. I could see it fluttering like a caged bird. “Why?”

“Because I need it.” The admission cost me. I wasn’t a man who admitted need. Ever. "I heard you from below. Your music...it calmed the beast.”

She laughed, a nervous little sound that sent heat through my veins. “What beast?”

I leaned in, my lips a breath from hers. “The one that choked a man this morning. The one that disarmed a friend and left her seething after a fight that should never have happened. The one I fought all damn day to keep from unleashing and killing my co-workers when they prevented me from returning to my wife.”

My kiss fell against her jaw. Another tasted the soft flesh covering her heartbeat. Serena gripped my arms tight as I kissed my way down her chest, stopping where the dress covered her.

“I’m a bad man, prinkípissa.”

The dress tore at my touch, her gasp harmonizing with the noise. There was nothing underneath. The revelation sent a bolt of heat straight to my groin.

Reaching up, I cupped one breast. My mouth closed over the pert nipple, and I sucked—hard.

Serena’s nails dug into my arms. Her body arched back, hips lifting instinctively toward me.

I moved her again, lifting and pushing her back to lay atop the closed instrument. The remnants of the dress pooled around her. I continued to kiss and tear a path down her stomach. I licked and sucked the sensitive flesh of her belly, tasted the curve of her hip.

“Let me play you, Serena,” I coaxed, pressing my lips just above the soft curls at her center. “And you play the lullaby on the keys.”

Another staggered breath made her words tremble. “I don’t think I can focus with you...there.”

“You can, and you will.” I blew a hot breath over her glistening pussy before I tugged her off the piano. “Begin.”

Shaking her head, she collapsed on the bench, muttering something about this being madness.

She wasn’t wrong.

I was going to show her just how possessed I was.

As she slid the cover back, her fingers brushing over the ivory keys, I went around behind the piano to lift the lid. The music began, and I paused, momentarily fascinated by the hammers hitting the strings inside. Instruments never piqued my interest before. The only genre I played when I worked out was death metal. But the sounds of the notes enraptured me now.

Almost naked, with the dress held only by the sleeves on her upper arms, Serena focused on the notes. I moved around the piano and dropped to my knees. There wasn’t much room underthe thing, but I folded into the tight space, settling between her legs.

The first lick of my tongue sent the music faltering.

“Play for me,” I growled, sliding my tongue once more against the slick seam.

Serena’s fingers stumbled over the keys, a discordant note ringing out before she found her rhythm again. I smiled against her flesh, savoring the way her thighs trembled against my shoulders.

“That’s it,” I murmured, my breath hot against her center. “Keep playing.”

My tongue traced circles around her clit, teasing but never quite giving her what she needed. The melody changed, growing more urgent, the tempo increasing with her desire. I matched my ministrations to her playing—slow when the notes lingered, faster when they quickened.

“You’re doing so well, prinkípissa.”

Her breathing became ragged, but her fingers never stopped dancing across the keys. The music flowed through her into me, and I rewarded her with a deep stroke of my tongue. She gasped, her back arching slightly, but the music continued.

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