Sonata (Butcher and Violinist 2)

Dr. Martin turned back to me and kept his voice low. “You’re in trouble.”

“I am.” I whispered back. “Do you think you can save me?”

“Not this time.” He placed the bandage on my cheek. “I’ve known you were since a teen. This is the craziest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Then, you haven’t been paying attention.”

“You’re probably right.” Dr. Martin checked the edges of the bandage and then dropped his hands. “Now you both will match.”

“That was the point.”

Eden huffed behind him.

Dr. Martin rose. “You both should talk to someone. A professional.”

Neither of us said anything while we watched the other.

Dr. Martin continued, “You’re bringing a child into the world. This type of behavior won’t be healthy, Jean-Pierre. Figure it out.”

Shaking his head, Dr. Martin walked off. One of my guards helped him on with his coat, and then opened the door.

I looked at Eden. “Are you hungry? We can go anywhere. See anything.”

“Get your ass in the bedroom.” She stormed off. “Now!”

I quirked my eyebrows and directed my view to her. That fat ass jiggled as she stomped. My cock jerked. I curved my mouth into a smile.

I’m fine with the bedroom. Is that where you’re going to discipline me?

Following her down the hallway, I pulled off my shirt and slung it on the floor. “I’m still in trouble?”

“You are.” She opened the door and went inside.

I walked through and shut it.

She turned around.

I had her in my arms.

“Jean-Pierre—”

I kissed her complaints away. What could she have to say, that I didn’t already know? Of course, cutting myself had been stupid. Of course, I didn’t need to.

But I did and I had no regrets.

I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to fuck you.

She fell under my spell for a little bit. Moaning as I nipped at those lips and sucked and tasted. She stumbled back and I gathered her in my arms again, encasing her with me. My big arms around that small frame. I towered over her, showing her who’d she’d fallen love with.

Moaning, she moved her face away, but still glared at me. “Don’t ever hurt yourself again.”

“I can’t promise that.”

“Don’t do it for me.”

“I can’t promise that either.”

The last word was a soft whisper. “Please.”

“Reine.” I lifted my queen in my arms and carried her to the bed. “I have no regrets. If you found a time machine and went back to that hour, to fix that moment. You would find that I would cut myself again, and again and again.”

I placed her on the bed. “And again.”

She tried to sit up. She attempted to finish the conversation.

“I’m done talking about it.” I feasted on her mouth.

There was nothing that could be done, when it came to her and me. We would be together forever. And now, as my child lay within her womb, growing inside of her, I would protect her even more. I would double it all up. There would be no limit to her safety and the love I had for her.

If you think I’m crazy now. . .

Giving her a moment to catch her breath, I rose a little.

She lay on the bed, looking lovingly ravished. Lust blazed in her eyes, but tears streaked down her face. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“Take off those clothes.”

She frowned, but did as I said, knowing I would probably tear it off, if she didn’t. My cock lay heavy in my pants. I undid them and yanked them off, close to falling off the bed.

Almost completely naked, she laughed a little.

“I’m funny?”

“We’re all bandaged and crazy. We look like we were in a fight and lost.”

“We would never lose.” I returned to her as she spread her thighs for me. I wasn’t sure if she was ready for many positions since she was pregnant.

Do I fuck her differently? Should I be more careful?

I’d done my best to be cautious with her. Deep inside, I wanted her all over the suite—on the grand piano in the living room, hot tub, bent over the ledge of the balcony, as the full moon witnessed my cock slipping inside of that wet pussy.

She’s hurt and pregnant. I’ll take my time.

She lay spread out to me. Naked. Exposed. Her folds glistened in the soft light in the bedroom. I reached out and touched that throbbing bud, peeking out and greeting my eyes.

She stirred.

I dipped my finger into that soft wetness and grunted. I slipped another finger in. Eden gasped.

“Hmmm.” I lowered down and tasted that sweet pussy.

Eden cried, “Lick it, please.”

I did, lapping and smiling the whole time.

“Jean-Pierre!”

It appears that I’m not in trouble anymore.

Sucking and tasting that pussy, I slipped my hands to her breasts and toyed with those nipples. Multitasking was always easy when it came to pleasuring Eden’s, body. I sucked on that clit. I swirled my tongue around the peak. Moans ripped out of her.