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I gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bench. Her fingers fumbled, hitting the wrong notes. A harsh sound reverberated through the room.

“I can’t,” she gasped, her thighs shaking on either side of my face.

I pulled back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her sensitive pussy. “You can. And you will finish.”

My hands pushed her thighs, spreading her wider as I dove back in, tasting her like a man starved. Her sweetness coated my tongue, and I groaned against her, the vibration making her jerk against my mouth.

The music stuttered again, then slowly, shakily resumed. A haunting melody filled the air, punctuated by her soft gasps and moans as I worked her with my tongue. I traced patterns against her clit, alternating between gentle flicks and firm pressure.

“Markos,” she whimpered.

“That’s it. Give it to me.”

She trembled above me, somehow finding the strength to continue the haunting tune even as her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably. I curled my finger inside her, once more finding that spot that made her gasp. The music grew erratic, her fingers stumbling across the keys as I pushed her closer to the edge.

“Please,” she begged, though whether she was pleading for me to stop or continue, I couldn’t tell.

I had no intention of stopping. My free hand gripped her thigh tighter as I added a second finger, stretching her, filling her. The melody transformed into a desperate plea.

“Play your song for me. Let me hear your melody as you come undone.”

Her fingers pressed harder on the keys, the notes growing louder, more intense. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. She was drenched, her walls clenching around my digits as I curved them upward, teasing that spot that would make her crumble.

The music reached a crescendo just as her body began to shake violently. I felt her thighs tense, her back arch, but somehow—miraculously—her fingers continued to dance across the keys, though the pattern had become wilder, more chaotic.

“Oh maddona,” she gasped, her voice barely audible over the thundering notes.

I worked her relentlessly, my fingers pumping in and out while my tongue lashed her clit. The final chord hummed through the air, her cry of pleasure melding with the noise.

As the last note drifted into silence, her body pulsed in the wake of her release. I continued to suck, dragging out the last strain of music.

When I pushed back, Serena collapsed on the keys with a chaotic thunk. Her chest rose and fell with harsh gasps as she struggled through the ebbing pleasure. I rose and placed a hard kiss on her shoulder.

“I’m going to wash up and shave before dinner.” I kissed her once more, unable to get enough of this woman. “Thank you for the song, Serena.”

Her fingers snaked out and clasped my wrist. I paused, looking down. She reached with her other hand and brushed her fingers against my cheek.

“I wouldn’t mind, um....” She faltered.

“Yes?” My heart skipped a beat.

Serena cleared her throat. “If you’re shaving the stubble for some dumb reason like manners or something, I would rather you didn’t.”

A wicked grin cracked across my face. “You like a man with a beard?”

She swallowed. “It felt...nice.”

I leaned into her touch and kissed her palm. “Then I’ll just shower. Meet you in ten, and you can teach me some more about cooking so I can help you with dinner.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

And although it nearly sent me to my knees to walk away, I gave her the space she needed to gather herself. What we’d done, the music we made, was more than giving into the lust. If I needed a moment to process the intimate, primal reaction, she would too.

Chapter 32 – Serena

Dinner was nice. The walk on the beach afterward was nicer.

I hated that I enjoyed the evening with the mobster so much. As we walked back to the condo, and the energy simmering between us seemed to promise a night of little sleep, Markos received a phone call that left him scowling. With little to no explanation, he walked me to the door and bid me goodnight. Once he heard the lock click, he moved away, leaving me watching through the peephole.