Page 44 of Cursed Lifeline (Eternal Love)

Forty Three

Felix

Song: River Flows In You | Yiruma

Running my fingers lightly over the keys, I dabble with a tune I haven’t played in years. My hands dance over the black and white ivory as music floats through the darkness on a foreboding wind that awakens my deepest fears.

My darkest regrets.

Intense. Profound. The hypnotic melody becomes an extension of the torment that’s been endlessly running through my mind for the past several weeks. The beating of my cursed heart thunders as a familiar scent fills the room. My fingers repeat the melody as her presence comes closer, and though I know I shouldn’t, I give myself over to desire. To longing. To a craving only she satisfies. If only to numb the anxiety, the panic, the distressing thought that I’ll fail her again in this life.

As my fingers play a cautionary tune, my jaw ticks, bitterness fuels a fire in my veins, and my blackened heart dwells on the truth no amount of hungry hope could ever erase.

Stay away.

We’d both maybe stand a chance if I could just stay away.

She sits beside me on the bench, but I don’t stop playing, needing the cathartic release of music before I undoubtedly take her in my arms and do things to her body I’ve been fantasizing about for over two centuries.

I attempt to drown in the melody, but her presence is overwhelming. Irresistible. My hands begin to shake while a song I wrote for her bleeds from my fingertips across the porcelain keys. As my playing slows, she gently places a hand atop my knee. Bowing my head, I choke back tears wishing I could take her in my arms, hold her close, and protect her like I swore I would lifetimes ago.

“Felix,” Esme whispers when I refuse to look up. “Why do you deny me?”

Sucking in a slow, painful breath, I close my eyes, shake my head and confess, “I could never deny you. Our cursed love wouldn’t allow it.”

Her touch ghostly trails up my inner thigh. Grabbing her wrist, I stop her movements before they push me over the edge and I take what our bodies have been craving for over two centuries.

“Then why won’t you look at me,” she whispers sorrowfully. “Like you looked at me in lifetimes before.”

Opening my eyes, my gaze lifts and finally meets hers. Her long raven locks are pulled up in a bun atop her head. Tamed tendrils frame her face, illuminating her crystal blue eyes. My hungry stare falls to heart-shaped cherry-red lips. She bites them in anticipation as she rises and pushes her way between my legs and the piano.

Unable to resist, I grip her hips and sit her down on the keys. A rumble of harsh unsynchronized tunes echo through the room as her hungry eyes lock with mine.

“How did I look at you before, baby?”

My right hand raises and lightly grips her neck as I rise and step closer.

Her thighs part eagerly. Snaking her finger through my belt loop, she hungrily pulls me toward her. The keys underneath her ass once again ring with a warning as we dance the line between giving into need, and continuing to keep a vigilant distance.

“Baby?” she asks.

“All I’ve ever wanted was to protect you,” I breathe against her lips. “Care for you.” She releases a shaky sigh. “Love you like no other man ever could.” I confess, as her hands raise and she cups the side of my face and draws me closer.

She smiles. “In past lifetimes, you’ve called me my dear, and doll. If I’m your baby in this one, you must promise me it will end well?”

Frowning, I grip her wrists and lower her hands between us. Kissing the top of her palms, I confess, “I can’t help and hope this time we can prove the hands of fate wrong.”

“How?” she questions.

My eyes lift and meet hers, I brush my thumb across her tempting lips and whisper two words, “Stay away.”

“Don’t,” she softly cries. “We tried that once, remember? If you ever loved me, please, don’t push me away again.”

My forehead falls against hers. Shaking my head, struggling with words, our eyes eventually lock and she says, “Stay away from me if you must. But, just for tonight, let your body love mine like my heart has always loved your lost soul.”

Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her flush against me. “My lost soul has only ever craved and yearned for one thing. You.”

Her voice shakes as a shiver rushes through her, “I don’t remember everything,” she gasps as I grip the hem of her dress. “But I do remember there once was a way you controlled your cravings.”

I smile against her lips, before lowering to my knees.

Looking up into her startled eyes, blush stains her cheeks as I raise her skirt to her hips. Spreading her thighs, my gaze falls on her dampened panties and I groan.

“Your body is so eager to give me what I need,” I growl, as my fingertips pull the soaked, red lace fabric aside. Looking up, her mouth falls open as I lightly blow against her swollen, velvet skin.

Her body trembles. Her knees threaten to give out. Pushing her right thigh upwards, Esme sets her heel on the keys to the piano. Their clatter matches the pulsing between her legs, as she opens up for me, and I fling her other thigh over my shoulder. Trailing my tongue across her opening, I fuck her slowly with it as I grip her ass and pull her pussy closer.

She grips my hair and rides my face. The keys of the piano play a lewd tune as they meld with her sounds of pleasure, her seductive moans, her erotic, breathless pants of delirious ecstasy. My cock hardens, wanting more than ever to be buried inside her.

Fucking her against the piano would fulfill a fantasy I’ve harbored for damn near close to three hundred years.

Rising, I pull her from the keys and quickly turn her around. Her palms desperately slam against the ivory. The booming thunder of the harsh pounding against the keys causes my black heart to beat faster. I hoist her skirt, lower to my knees, and slowly pull the drenched fabric from between her thighs. Slowly stepping out of her panties, I trail soft kisses up the back of her thighs as she widens her stance and anticipates my next move.

Gripping her hip with one hand, I dip two fingers inside her as she clutches the piano and her breasts heave against the keys. Reaching around her, I pull her tits free. The melody of her nipples lightly rubbing against the ivory forces a carnal groan from my lips.

Holding my mouth against her ear, I growl, “Playing the desperate yearnings of your body’s secret desires will always bring me to my knees, baby. But pushing you over the edge, watching you, studying the way your body responds to the peak of carnal pleasure makes an immortal man dream of mortality.”

“Why?” she pants.

Unbuttoning my slacks, I pull my cock free and line myself up at her pussy.

“So when I finally sink inside you,” I hiss, as my crown begins to breach her opening. She lets out a startled gasp and I wrap my hand around her throat. “The feeling of our souls becoming one for the first time has the power to bring me back to life.”

My name falls from her lips as I thrust forward and am suddenly jolted from an addictive dream back to reality.

Sweat pools on my brow as my eyes adjust to the light of my office just as Talon and Dimitri come into view. Their habit of waking me from my slumber is grating on my last damn nerve. Interrupting my nightmare was one thing, but intruding on such a pleasurable daydream is another.

“Good dream,” Talon taunts.

A chuckle escapes his lips as I look down and take note of the bulge in my slacks.

“Fuck off,” I mutter. Leaning forward in my chair, my head falls into my hands. Taking a deep breath, I snap, “Ever heard of knocking?”

“To be fair,” Talon smirks, “We did. Several times. When there was no answer…”

“No answer means no permission to enter.”

Angrily rising from my seat, I stalk over to the window overlooking the club and survey the crowd. “Remember that next time, or they’ll be hell to pay.”

“Hell?” Dimitri scoffs. “We’ve already paid our dues, or have you forgotten?”

When I don’t answer, Talon says, “My bet is he’s forgotten. Seeing as he’s dreaming of souls bringing him back to life.”

Turning around, I debate unleashing an inferno of eternal suffering on them until Dimitri says, “We got a tip. Viktor is in town.” Shocked, furious, I start to speak, but he cuts me off and adds, “And… he didn’t come alone.”

“Where is he?” I demand, making my way quickly toward the door.

“Somewhere you’d never expect,” Dimitri says.

I eye my brothers curiously as we make our way down a spiral staircase to the back of the club.

“With someone you’d never expect, either,” Talon smirks.

“I don’t have time for riddles,” I hiss, as I reach the back entrance and step into the dark of midnight. “Where?” I demand, then stop dead in my tracks when Talon says, “At the Watcher’s Council. With Alfred.”