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)
The contact of his mouth on where I’m already sensitive and swollen sends a fiery jolt through my body and I gasp loudly, my hands automatically going into his hair, my fingers curling around his soft strands.
I feel him smile against my clit before he gives it a long, slow lick then trails his tongue down until it’s pushing up inside me. I moan, feeling like a live wire, crackling and burning, soon to burst into flames.
His hand slides up and down my thighs as he continues to lick and suck me and I shudder at the sensation of his wet, hot tongue gliding against my clit. His tongue laps at me and my fingers make a tight fist in his hair and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second. I’m practically dripping into his mouth.
My eyes roll back into my head and I moan loudly, the organ crying out again as if competing with me as I shift on the keys. His hands slide under my ass, holding me against his mouth as he sucks and licks, the heat of his tongue hitting every inch of me.
I feel like I’m going to explode. I can’t take it anymore. So close, so fucking close.
I dig my hand into his hair, tugging hard as I rock my hips forward, grinding my pussy against his mouth, needing everything he’s offering me. Needing to come so badly that it hurts.
Suddenly his tongue is flicking up and down in fast, hard strokes and I feel myself falling over that edge I’ve been teetering on for several minutes. It feels like a tidal wave crashing over me and I yelp out his name, my body shaking as I almost slide off the organ, his firm grip the only thing holding me in place.
“Stay there and hold on,” he commands, getting up and my mind is spinning as he starts to unzip his pants, the shape of his cock outlined in the shadows. Despite having just come twice, I’m practically drooling for it and—
KNOCK KNOCK.
Our eyes go wide and we look over to the door to see the handle jiggle.
Oh shit.
I quickly slide off the organ and straighten my dress while Valtu zips back up and turns to the door.
It opens and a professor I sort of recognize pokes his head in.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I heard the organ playing this god awful…” he trails off, frowning at us. “My apologies…is this a lesson?”
Valtu hops off the stage and lands on his feet with supernatural ease, movement that makes the professor’s frown deepen.
“You didn’t see us here,” he says quietly to the professor as he gets closer to him. “There’s no one here at all.”
The professor stares at Valtu for a moment and then looks around the room in confusion. “Hmmmphf,” he says, then shakes his head and closes the door behind him.
My eyes are wide. I can’t believe Valtu just compelled that man, and right in front of me. Talk about Jedi mind tricks.
“What was that?” I ask, wondering if he realizes he just did two very vampiric things in front of me, or if his erection has taken all the blood from his head and he can’t think clearly.
“Don’t worry, he didn’t see anything,” Valtu says, his eyes glinting. “Though we should probably go.”
I nod and quickly shove my shoes and boots back on, grabbing my bag and jacket, hurrying off the stage toward him.
But where we are going, that remains to be seen.
Chapter 13
Valtu
I walk silently beside Dahlia as we make it out of the conservatory and into Campo Santo Stefano. Night has fallen like a blade, and the tables from the various cafes across the square are filled with patrons having their dinner, tourists who are braving the chill to sit alfresco. The locals are wisely inside. No one is paying us any attention and I know that Professor Fratelli won’t even remember seeing us in the concert hall. If things are to continue with Dahlia in one way or another, there will be more people I’ll have to compel to get them to look the other way.
“This way,” I say softly to Dahlia, wanting to reach out and guide her with my hand, but I’m not taking chances being so close to my work and having us being noticed without me realizing it.
We go over the Ponte dell’Accademia, the high wooden bridge crowded with people taking pictures of the bustling Grand Canal. It would be a photogenic scene, the arms of fog stretching across, the dim lights of the city dancing on the dark waters of the canal which is constantly moving, busy with passing boats, gondolas and vaporettos, but I only have one thing on my mind at the moment and I can still taste her on my tongue.
She’s been on my mind ever since we parted ways last night. I don’t even think I slept last night, instead I just jerked off through the darkened hours, thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her. That kiss opened up something inside me last night, but it wasn’t just the kiss, wasn’t just knowing what her sweet lips finally tasted like. It was how she opened up to me. How after these weeks of puzzling over her, I finally got a look at who she truly was. It wasn’t just some glimpse I managed to spy through a crack, no. She put her heart and soul on the table, served it up on a silver platter and I knew she’d never done that with anyone before.