Sonata (Butcher and Violinist 2)

The staff hurried off. There was still no sign of my new maid Sophia. It didn’t matter. Eden’s playing had fogged up my head.

I had her back in my bedroom in ten minutes, both of us naked in another five. Giggling, she lay on my bed, breathless.

“That was your last performance of that song. You can’t play the Sonata for anyone else.”

She quirked her eyebrows. “Did I…do something wrong?”

“No. I don’t want you to play, because it’s the sound of our love. When I hear it, I hear you moaning. I hear your sighs. Your laughs and giggles. I hear your cries. It’s too intimate for anyone else.”

“Then, I’ll only play it for you.” She gazed at me with love blazing in her eyes. “No one has ever complimented me like that.”

I gathered her in my arms. “I’m trying to figure out how I will fuck you right now.”

“Maybe I can suck your cock, until you decide.”

I grunted.

And then Eden blessed me with a blow job, because she was an angel that I didn’t deserve.

With Eden, it wasn’t about the heat of the flame. Not the spark. It was always the burn. The way desire ripped through me. The fire was just the beauty of our passion. The smoke was just the result.

“Reine.” I tenderly gripped her hair at the back of her head.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” Her lips parted.

The second I pushed my cock into her mouth, she moaned, and I felt it all the way down my spine. Her tongue flicked against the tip.

I grunted.

She flicked again, owning me. I tried not to grip her hair harder, although I wanted to. It took everything in me to not slam my cock into her mouth. Her humming on my length.

A ragged sound left my throat. No one had ever pulled that from me.

Get control of yourself.

She watched me—that damn siren—as she made me crumble and tremble.

The way her mouth formed the perfect O while I buried my cock deep inside her, was the most amazing sight. I loved the way her face flushed, her skin bright and beautiful. Sweat beaded along her forehead. Those hazel eyes glowed with pleasure.

This was what I had been missing all these years. I stared down at her. Only she had the light to fill the darkness in my soul.

I thought the violin would give me hope. I thought killing would give me hope. Nothing had served as a cure. And then she became my cure.

I reached out and touched the skin between her shoulder blades. My fingertips traced the black, inked lines of the violin on her back.

I groaned. “Yes. Take me deeper.”

She bobbed her head. Saliva spilled from her lips. My cock jerked in her mouth.

I yearned to trace my fingertips down her back, across the tattoo, all along her spine. I craved to pound in that ass. “You’ve got me close to exploding all over your face.”

Eden whimpered as she sucked the tip.

“Jesus Christ!” I gripped her hair hard, unable to help myself. “Fuck, Eden. Goddamn it!”

I wanted to claim her. Dominate her. Fuck every inch of her body. She brought out all the alpha in me. The beast that was greedy to consume her soul. The mad lover that hoped to be her poison. The dark hero that needed to be her drug.

Because she’s my drug.

And her body could never calm my hunger. Her pussy would never quench my thirst. I would yearn for release anytime she was with me.

I’m going to handcuff her to me.

In and out, I pumped my cock into her mouth, slipping deeper into madness.

I’ll never let her go. I’ll never let anyone near her.

Grunting, I tightened my hold on her hair even more. Hot porn noises came from her mouth as she sucked and licked and lapped.

Her saliva soaked my cock just the way I loved it. I wasn’t the sort of man that loved a clean blow job. I liked it wet and nasty, slipping in and out of the mouth. She coated my cock with her spit and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

“Fuck. I’m about to come all over you.”

It was close. That hot semen rose close to the tip of my cock. I was more than ready to shoot it all down her throat.

Not yet.

Slowly, I lifted her head back. She let go of my cock.

I whispered to her in French, “Turn around.”

She did as I asked.

The second her ass was in front of me, her pussy exposed to me, I plunged deep inside those wet folds, spreading them apart. Still, she was so tight. So warm. So wet for me. And she hugged my cock just right, wrapping the length in wet, heat.

She cried out, and I moaned with her.

Harder, faster, deeper I pounded into that pussy. The bed rocked as well as the room. I gripped her hips.