Page 78 of Phantom

I stroke my finger down her naked arm, mesmerized by the goose bumps that float in my wake. “I plan to know every inch of your body, Scarlett. I could find it myself, you know.”

“I’m sure you could.” Her smirk softens and those gorgeous moonlight eyes of hers silently beg me. “But I also think you’ll respect me on this. Trapping me won’t let you keep me, Sol.”

Her words catch me off guard. I open my mouth to argue, but guilt slowly filters through the possessive haze clouding my judgment.

I’d had the urge to do exactly that, trap her into being with me. Fate intervened at the beginning of our relationship, and now that I’ve had her, I would cut her implant out in a heartbeat. But keeping her would be all the more satisfying if she made the decision.

“What if destiny says fuck your birth control? What would you do?”

She rolls her eyes like I’m not dead serious. New Orleanians are full of their superstitions, and while the Phantom of the French Quarter may be one of them, I still have my own beliefs.

“I can’t argue withfate. If it decides we’re meant to be then I guess you’re stuck with me.”

A devilish grin lifts my lips as I shift underneath her, burying my cock farther inside her and tempting fate.

“It seems I’m stuckinyou.”

She barks out a laugh and groans at the awful joke. “No one ever talks about the Phantom of the French Quarter’s corny sense of humor.”

This time, even the right side of my face lifts underneath my mask as my smile spreads. “It’s only for you,mon amour.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your reputation intact. By the way, did you know that people say the Phantom is agodin bed—”

Before she can finish that thought, I clutch her to me and pick her up to lay her back on the piano bench. In that one swift move, I stay flush against her, my stern face filling her vision. My loose pants slip down my ass, but at this angle, she can’t see the skin that’s been revealed. I never left her pussy, so I shove my half-hard cock as deep as I can go, thrusting inside her until my rage gets under control.

“No, I can’t again. Please.” Even as she pleads with me not to, her heels dig into my back, begging for more.

“As far as I’m concerned, there’s never been anyone but you, Scarlett. No one before you mattered.”

Her wide eyes soften but she presses those pretty bow lips together. I grind into her, already feeling her renewed arousal coating my cock. I use my thumb on her clit and swirl the little nub underneath my finger as I lift up her leg and curve my strokes to reach that spot that makes her sing. She finally lets go of a moan and I growl at her again.

“Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” she gives in and I begin to pound inside her.

A second time would normally take much longer to come again, if at all, but my cock has been weeping in my hand for Scarlett’s tight pussy for over a year now. It’s eager to claim her again and already hard as steel.

“Come, pretty muse.”

She moans at my command and my spine tingles while the base of my shaft tenses. My finger on her clit works in tandem with my cock to find the perfect rhythm. Pleasure calls to my angel and she’s singing for me, contracting her inner muscles around my cock as she comes. Her cunt begs me to fill her up with my seed as it massages my length with its tight grip, daring fate while my orgasm barrels into me and I explode inside her quaking pussy.

Once her contractions are mere flutters and she’s squirming underneath me, my thumb finally leaves her clit. I sit up on the piano bench and lean back against the wall with her sated in my arms. She collapses against my chest and I knead her back muscles with my fingers, stealing a glance at my watch. If I’m to go, I need to get ready soon, but fuck, I don’t want to leave Scarlett’s body yet.

“What’re we doing today? It’s a Sunday, so I don’t have class.” She chuckles against my neck. “Will you even let me go to class tomorrow?”

We.

That’s the first thing I hear.

What’rewedoing today.

The way she’s already so quickly referring to us as a plurality makes it easier to answer for tomorrow.

“If you feel happy and healthy, like you do right now, then I’ll let you go.”

She sits up, her pretty lips parted, obviously as surprised by my admission as I am. “Let me go? Seriously?”

“Yes, you’re here because I wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. If you feel good tomorrow, there’s… no reason for you to stay here anymore.”