Page 48 of Song of the Dawn
“You’re not boring me. I’ve never heard you speak like this.”
“No, and nor should I. Wondering about creation leads me astray. It was one of my hobbies I put aside. Mila, I must admit, I haven’t forgotten what you told me.”
“Told you about what?”
I shifted as he moved closer, one hand on my thigh.
“You. Composing an original melody with your violin. I’d like to hear it.”
I laughed then. “Ezra, it’s not ready, and honestly something to amuse myself.”
He gathered my skirt in his hand and inched it up, little by little. “I will pass no judgment on what you create. I enjoy your music, and I’d like to hear you play something of your own.”
My dress was above my knees, and I drew in a sharp breath. “Let me practice more, and then I’ll give you a private audition. Deal?”
“We have a deal,” he said, his fingers skimming my inner thigh.
“Deal.” My breath hitched as he moved my skirt still higher.
The last lights of the day were fading as he hovered over me. “Open your legs, Mila. I want to pleasure you.”
I obeyed, wet even before he kissed me, his mouth warm, his tongue thrusting and demanding. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips as he pushed me back until I lay in the grass, legs spread, dress around my hips. He tossed my underwear away as if I wouldn’t need them again and settled between my legs. When he blew over my bare skin, I jumped, my entire body tense.
Raising myself on one elbow, I peered down. His mouth was so near my wetness it made my entire body tingle with anticipation. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to pleasure you. Lie back and feel.”
My pussy clenched as he bent his head nearer, and when his tongue touched me, my breath hissed between my teeth. “Ezra…”
He did it again, lightly, gently, teasing.
My hips bucked up, rising to meet his mouth, and then his hands were on my hips, holding me down. I squirmed, but he drew out the moment, making me wait, making me want, letting desire pool within me as my breath came ragged and fast.
And then he dived in, his tongue exploring, tasting, unfolding.
I cried out, unable to keep my hips from bucking. This was heaven. A burning need consumed me, and mewling sounds burst out of my throat. My fingers curled through his hair as he thrust with his tongue, sucking, playing, breathing. When he found my nub, my entire body coiled, ready, waiting for that peak, that climax. He sucked hard, and I came with a cry of euphoria.
His mouth was gone only a moment, quickly replaced with his cock, and then he was in me, holding me, grinding against me. We moved in rhythm, a melody of hoarse breathing. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on tight as if he could keep my soul inside my body, keep me from taking flight, but it was already too late. I came again, an orgasm rocking through me so hard I thought I’d faint. But he held me, kissing my neck, my shoulders, my mouth. My heart thudded against his, and we were the drums pounding wildly in the night while the creatures of the wood danced in a blur and the stars twinkled in a midnight sky. And out there in the wild was the promise of everything.
Mila
“Ezra, where did the violin I play come from?” I asked one evening, standing on the balcony outside of his study.
Ezra uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured each of us a glass. “Does it matter, when it’s available for you to play?”
“Yes and no.” I tore my eyes from the leaves, which were slowly changing from green to orange and red. As September deepened, I imagined the colors would become bolder, brighter and the air cooler. “I’ve been thinking for some time that I want to improve my skills.” Sitting across from him, I picked up a glass. “I came here to learn to play, to become better, and while I’ve done that, I’ve reached a plateau. I need guidance if I’m to become better.”
Something dark flickered in Ezra’s eyes, but he disguised it by taking a sip. “What do you want? I am at your disposal.”
Twisting my fingers in my lap, I reclined in the chair, his question taking me off guard. Now was my chance, my moment to bring up the violin I’d heard the other day, and yet for some reason, I held back. “I don’t know. I hoped you might have some ideas. Is there anyone in these parts who might be willing to teach me?”
“No,” Ezra said quickly. Placing the wine on the table, he towered in front of me. “Mila, let me speak plainly. Music is not something that can be taught here; it is innate. Solynn is where you must go for instruction. Is that what you want? To leave?”
Folding my arms around myself, I sat back, considering his words and what they might mean. “No, not now,” I whispered. For there was still the mysterious violin and the potent lure of Ezra himself.
Relief shone in his eyes as he knelt in front of me. “If you change your mind, in the spring, I will send you back to the city, and I will pay your way. But for now, I want you here, with me.”
Two words stuck with me, making my heart constrict: for now. “What happens in the spring?” I asked, for the idea of leaving him and our temporary arrangement sent flutters of panic through my body.
