Page 6 of Prelude of Love

“Maybe I need a little more convincing.” I bit mylip and gave him my best innocent look. “Show me what happens to obnoxious brats.”

His eyes darkened with lust as he released my dick to grab my thigh instead. He pushed my leg up, spreading me wide for him. “As you wish.” But he didn’t act immediately because he loved to torture me.

Chance’s sultry voice continued serenading.

Your hands write scripture ‘cross my skin,

Like shadows dancing where we’ve been.

Each breath confesses what words can’t say,

Your mouth unlocks what silence kept.

Duke’s fingers traced burning paths across my chest, following the song’s imagery as he wrote his own scripture of desire into my flesh. His mouth followed, unlocking gasps and moans I couldn’t contain. Each kiss and bite drew pleas from my lips.

“Duke, please,” I begged as he nipped at my inner thigh. “I need?—”

“I know what you need.” His breath ghosted over my tip. “But I’m not done toying with you yet.”

The music crested into a crescendo as I pushed against his grip, testing his strength.

His hands tightened, pressing me harder into the mattress. The flex of his muscles sent heat coursing through me. Our cocks brushed together as he shifted, drawing groans from usboth.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasped, rolling my hips to chase that friction. “Hurry up and fuck me.”

He pulled back to deny me, smirking at my frustrated whine as the song played through the speakers.

Beneath the black moon,

Where the stars won’t sing,

A prayer that drowns in carnal rite.

I’ll crawl through the darkness to set you alight.

My whole body felt like it was on fire, desperate for relief. When Duke’s fingers finally traced along my shaft, the touch was featherlight, maddening. I arched into it, seeking more, but his caress stayed torturously gentle.

“You’re evil,” I whined as he trailed his fingertips up and down my length.

His dark laugh sent shivers through me as Chance’s voice soared.

Take this temple,

Take this sin,

Let me break where you begin.

I’d shatter my crown,

I’d tear down my throne,

To rise in your fire,

To burn in your bones.

“Damn it, I need more,” I complained.

“I should deny you after that stunt you pulled at the dinner party,” Duke growled, his voice rough with desire.