Blood And Roses

by Lylah James

  Chapter 12

  Lyov

  I had never seen a more beautiful sight. Watching Maria play the piano had become my favorite past-time. Just like it was her passion to play, it became my obsession to watch her.

  I could spend every minute of the day in her presence, soaking it all in. The attraction was there. But it was more than that. It was more than me wanting to stick my cock into the depth of her, feeling her clench around me.

  There was a pull between us. A magnetic connection, undeniable and growing stronger with each passing day we spent together. I wanted to understand what it was, but the feeling of confusion crowded my thoughts. I couldn’t quite figure out what this was.

  Over the days, the more I learned about her, the more I craved to know. Little by little, I started to show her…me. I couldn’t refuse her when she looked up at me with those begging blue eyes.

  So we exchanged our life stories. Hers were filled with roses. Mine were filled with blood. Yet we had somehow found a balance between us. I thought Maria would cower and run away. But every morning when I woke up, she was there sleeping peacefully in my arms.

  She was the epitome of beauty. A soft tune to my raging rhythm. An elixir to my dark savageness.

  Maria stopped playing, and she looked up, our eyes locking together. I remembered the first time she played the piano, two weeks ago. She had the same look in her eyes. The same look of wonder and happiness…and something else. As if I were the center of her universe. The only thing that mattered to her.

  “Will you play for me, Angel?”

  Maria nodded eagerly, tears still streaming down her cheeks. My chest tightened, and I couldn’t figure out if they were happy tears or I had caused her pain—memories of her past resurfacing.

  I crowded into her space, towering over her petite frame. Her body trembled with her choked cries, and before I could move, she leaned into me. Her back pressed against my front as she burrowed deeper into my embrace.

  I couldn’t help myself. In this moment, she looked so vulnerable…so innocent…so sweet, that all I wanted to do was hold her. Wrapping my arms around her, I did just that. I held her to me.

  Breathing in her sweet lavender smell, I almost closed my eyes at the undeniable pleasure overtaking my body. It wasn’t desire. Yes, lust was there—but I felt something else while holding her in my arms.

  She unexpectedly brought me warmth, and I never wanted to let go.

  “I would love to play for you, Master.” Her sweetened words reached my ears, and I hardened at her words.

  Maria calling me Master was my undoing.

  I almost reprimanded her, wanting to remind her of the rules, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so.

  The rules were broken a long time ago…after all, rules are made to be broken…even though I wanted to take her over my knees and turn her perfect ass cheeks red.

  “You’re not supposed to call me Master, Angel,” I finally said, my voice sounding too rough to my own ears.

  Maria turned around in my arms, and she faced me, giving me a strange look. She studied me for a second and then nodded.

  “I know. But it seems that you like it when I call you Master,” she explained.

  So the little Angel caught that.

  Of course, she did. My dick was currently waving for attention between our pressed bodies.

  “I want to please you, Lyov. And it brings me great happiness to see you pleased,” Maria continued with a whispered smile on her plump lips. I wanted to devour that pink lush perfection.

  I palmed her cheeks. She leaned into my touch, and my thumb brushed her tears away.

  “Tell me those were happy tears,” I breathed, my chest clenching again. I was sinking in a deep vortex, the world was shifting and aligning, and fuck me, this woman was going to be the death of me.

  Maria smiled, and I wanted to kiss her. Just because. Plain and simple.

  She grabbed my hand and brought it to her lips, placing a kiss in the middle of my palm. Her blue eyes shone with unshed tears as she stared up at me. Beautiful.

  “They are happy tears. You made me happy. Thank you for this gift. I shall treasure it for the rest of my life,” Maria said with conviction.

  “Then you should make me happy now. I want you to play for me.” I had asked her before, but this time the words came out as a command.

  Maria didn’t seem to mind. Actually, her smile widened, and she gave me a silent laugh before turning back to the piano. Not before I saw the twinkle in her eyes.

  My heart jumped a little at the thought of me making her happy.

  I sat on the couch in front of the piano…and waited.

  Our gazes locked for the briefest second before she looked down again. The color in her cheeks rose as she blushed. Maria chewed on her lips shyly, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip.

  I bought her. I had her suck my cock, had her swallow my cum in front of people. I had her legs spread open as I devoured her cunt, drinking in her sweet taste.

  And here she was. Shy. Innocent. Nervous. And I found it all endearing.

  Maria took a deep breath, and I eagerly waited. My body was strung tight. I leaned forward, my feet planted firmly on the ground, my elbows on my knees, and my fingers laced together. She had my avid attention.

  Finally, she played.

  And this sweet little Angel had me ensnared in her trap.

  What a beautiful trap it was.

  With the first tune, when our eyes met again, I knew in that exact moment I was never letting Maria go.

  My thoughts disappeared when Maria stood up from behind the piano. Two weeks since all of this started. And now…a deep yearning inside of me was taking root.

  She walked forward and stopped in front of me, her shadow falling over my seated position. Maria licked her lips nervously, and she chewed on them.

  She was clearly unaware how goddamn vulnerable she was and how much more tempting that made her. She drew me in like a moth to a flame at night.

  So fucking tempting that she had ignited something inside of me. It was visceral, and the beast clawed at me, wanting to be let out so he could have his fun with his sweet Angel.

  Maria played with the hem of her dress, and I watched as her brow furrowed in concentration. We had gotten close over the last few days, and she had started to speak her mind without having me to push for it or ask.

  She was slowly easing into this lifestyle…into being my woman. Ah fuck. That thought did it. My dick hardened, and I almost cursed at the bastard.

  Two weeks of being celibate was taking a toll on both of us. My dick. And me. My hands were doing most of the job, but it wasn’t enough anymore.

  “Lyov,” she whispered, breaking through my lust-filled thoughts.

  “Yes, Maria?” I questioned, looking up.

  “Umm…” she stammered at first and then snapped her mouth shut.

  “Is something wrong?”

  She shook her head, and I saw the frustration lines on her forehead. My Angel wanted something, yet she couldn’t bring herself to ask me.

  My head cocked to the side as I waited. Taking her wrist in my hand, my fingers traced the beating pulse there. It must have soothed her because her shoulder slumped and her lips quivered into a small smile.

  Her lips parted, and her next words were my undoing.

  “Will you kiss me?”

  I pulled her onto my lap, trying to restrain myself because I was treading on a thin line. Maria had to step carefully or else this was going to end with my cock being a happy little bastard.

  My Angel tumbled into my embrace and melted into me. “Please,” she breathed.

  Our lips feathered against each other, our breaths mingling in the tight space between us. Our kiss was slow, a sweet making of love. I licked the seam of her lips, and Maria gave me a silent gasp, opening herself for me.

  I dove forward, pushing my tongue past her parted lips, and I fucking kissed her. I kissed her the way I wanted. I devoured her with
my lips, and she surrendered into it. I fucked her mouth with my tongue, and she took it, moaning and silently begging for me.

  It had been a slow seduction till now. But I didn’t think I could go slow now.

  Her hands gripped my shoulders, and her nails dug into my crisp white shirt, leaving their imprint underneath, on my skin. Maria trembled in my embrace, and I shifted her over my lap until she was straddling me.

  My cock pressed against the juncture of her thighs, and she pulled away, another moan escaping past her lips.

  My lips never left her skin as I continued to place open kisses down the path of her neck, sucking on the flesh and biting down. She quivered and cried out when my hand cupped her breast.

  “Too fast?” I asked, already knowing this answer.

  She was a fucking virgin, for fuck’s sake. Although she was very accustomed to giving pleasure, she wasn’t used to receiving it. I made it my mission to rectify that.

  Maria shook her head silently. Her fingers went to my hand, and she pulled at my hair, demanding me to kiss her again. “No. Please. More,” she breathed before my lips slammed on hers again.

  My fingers tweaked her nipple until I could feel the hardened point through her dress. Her lips moved against mine, and I had to suck in a deep breath. Her dress had ridden up.

  The bulge was now rubbing against her panties through multiple layers of clothing. I bet she was soaked down there. My other hand went between our bodies, my fingers inching their way up until I found what I was looking for.

  Drenched.

  The sweet little Angel was dripping wet for me, and I had only kissed her.

  “Room. I. Am. Taking. You. To. Our. Room,” I said between each kiss. Maria nodded in response, and I stood up.

  Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I held her ass in the palms of my hands as I strode out of the piano room and into our bedroom.

  I kicked the door closed and locked it behind us before walking further into the room. Placing her in the middle of the bed, I knelt between her spread thighs.

  Her black hair was splayed across our white pillows, and Maria smiled serenely up at me. Her lips were red and swollen, and they appeared thoroughly kissed.

  Her chest rose up and down with each panting breath. My heart thundered in my chest.

  I laid my body on top of hers, covering every inch. Our chests were pressed tight, and I could feel her puckered nipples through her dress.

  “Maria, do you want this? Do you really want this?” I groaned in her ears.

  In response, her legs spread open for me, and I sunk between her thighs. Fuck. There was no going back.

  I pulled back enough to look into her eyes. “I am going to be your first.”

  Maria smiled and nodded. “My first. I want that, Lyov. Please.”

  “Your fucking only, Angel.”

  When she nodded again, my cock hardened further between us, and I had to hold back the urge to grind against the fucking bed like a horny teen.

  “I like you being my only.” After her words, a shadow fell over her expression, and her lips tightened. I knew exactly what she was thinking…and it fucking hurt.

  She wasn’t my only…

  My lips pressed against hers, and I hoped to kiss the pain away. “If I had found you sooner, I would have made you mine…and I would have been yours. But right now, all I can give you is this promise. As long as you are mine, I am yours.”

  Her eyes flashed, and she let out a quivering exhale. “I know, Lyov. Make me yours.”

  “Gladly.”

  Pulling away, I quickly shed my clothes until I was naked. Her eyes drank me in greedily, and when they landed on my hardened length, she swallowed nervously.

  I huffed back a laugh. She was very acquainted with my dick and its size, yet she was shy every time.

  Maria sat up, and I helped her take her dress off. She wasn’t wearing any bra underneath, and my gaze zoned in on her wet cotton-clad pussy. With my body pressing against her, she sunk onto her back again. She stared at me with wide, lustful eyes, with a hint of nervousness.

  But no fear. None at all.

  She trusted me.

  Maria moaned when I brought my hand between us, moving between her legs to feel how wet she was. As soon as my fingers made contact with the fabric of her panties, her hips bucked upward and she hissed out a breath.

  My lips dipped to her nipples, and I took one peak point between my teeth. My hands slid behind her back, and I arched her toward me. Maria cried out when I sucked hard and fast, teasing her. Her skin flushed, and I continued sucking, biting, and licking every inch of her.

  I was throbbing hard against her pussy, and I was tempted to just push her panties aside and thrust into the tight heat waiting for me.

  But I forced myself to take it slow. As slow as I could.

  Maria whimpered when my fingers found their way into her panties. I traced the wet slit, and when I found her clit, her back bowed off the bed and she moaned out loud.

  The taste of her skin was fresh on my lips as I dove in. I kissed down a path, between the valley of her tits and down her stomach until I was exactly where I wanted.

  Taking a deep breath, her scent was all I could smell, and it drove me fucking wild. I pulled her panties away from her body and pressed the fabric into my nose. Maria gasped and started to protest.

  I leveled her with a hard look. The protest died on her lips, and her eyes flashed with molten desire.

  “You will never refuse me your sweetness,” I growled.

  Throwing the panties over my pile of clothes on the ground, I turned back to Maria. “I’ll keep this as a souvenir. It’s mine now.”

  My sweet Angel clenched at my words, and she tried to close her legs. Pushing my wide shoulders between her thighs, I spread them open for me. My hands cupped her ass, and I lifted her up. Her pussy was right in front of me, taunting and tempting me with its intoxicating sweet scent.

  I was a starved beast, and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting her dripping essence. I lowered myself between her legs, and Maria wrapped her fingers around my hair.

  She couldn’t decide if she wanted me closer or she wanted to push me away.

  I made the decision for her.

  My tongue peeked out, and I dragged it against the pink slit. One long lick and I almost came right then and there at the taste of her.

  Fucking heaven.

  Eating Maria’s pussy was now my new favorite past-time.

  “Lyov,” she begged.

  I smirked against her core. “Tell me. Beg me to lick you. Beg me to suck your sweet dripping cunt, Maria.”

  She cried out in frustration when I licked her again, but not enough to satisfy her. “Please,” she begged. “I…I…taste me…please…I want…”

  I hummed against her pussy before I fucking pounced.

  I buried my face between her thighs and did exactly just that…I fucked her cunt with my mouth. She tasted divine, fucking heaven on earth. I suckled on her clit before my teeth grazed over the sensitive nub. Placing my lips exactly where Maria wanted me, I sucked at her wetness. Licking and diving right through my fucking dessert.

  Her hips bucked upward, and she cried out again. “Lyov!” Her voice was hoarse and needy.

  She desperately pushed into my mouth, wanting more. I kept bringing her right over the edge before pulling away and not letting her fall. I knew she needed to come; her body was strung tight—telling me she was very close.

  My cock throbbed, and fuck, I never wanted to stop. She was my favorite candy flavor.

  I dragged out her pleasure before pushing a finger inside her tight heat. Maria clenched, and she gasped for breath. I pulled out and then pushed back in, crooking my finger inside of her. When she bucked and grinded her hips into my face, I knew I found her sweetest spot.

  Like honey dew, she dripped with my favorite sugary syrup. She was so drenched that my chin was dripping with her wetness as I dove in for more.

  I pushed
her legs, bending her knees up and back toward her chest. I had the perfect view of her tight little asshole. Long licks, my tongue tracing those swollen lips, her clit, and down to her puckered hole between her gorgeous ass cheeks.

  I was a man possessed. My finger continued to thrust into her clenching core, forcing her to take me deep as I continued to drink her honey.

  Maria sobbed, her body shuddering with pleasure. I dragged out her moans and whimpers. My dick wept and begged for relief. Pressing my hips against the mattress, I tried to relieve the pain, but fuck, it needed inside her heat. Now.

  My teeth grazed her clit, and I thrust inside at the same time, two fingers pressing inside her tightness.

  Finally…fucking finally…I got what I wanted and felt the gush I was working toward. Maria screamed as hot liquid soaked my hand. I pulled away just in time to see her squirt from deep inside.

  “Lyov!”

  Her knees tried to close, but I stopped her with a low growl. She cried out, her body quivering so hard, I was almost scared she would hurt herself.

  I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked on her sweet juices. Maria stared at me through hooded eyes, her lips parted as she continued to gasp for breath.

  I grinned to myself as I lowered onto her body again. Maria laid limp underneath me. My lips feathered over the beating pulse on the column of her neck.

  “I am going to make sweet love to you now, Angel.”

  My mouth found hers, and we kissed feverishly. So fucking needy for each other. In that moment, I needed her more than I needed air. And when Maria continued to kiss me, I knew she felt the same.

  Maria whimpered and moved underneath me. “Wrap your legs around me,” I ordered.

  She did as commanded, her ankles locking around my legs. The head of my cock slowly pushed inside, and Maria stilled.

  “It will hurt a little. But please know, I will make it a sweet pain,” I growled into her lips.

  Maria nodded. I felt her pussy clench as I continued to push inside. Maria gripped my shoulders, her nails digging almost painfully into my skin.

  I slowly stretched her, our hips working against each other before I finally drove all the way inside. Every inch of me was buried deep inside her tight cunt, and I could hardly fucking breathe.