Page 4 of Prelude of Love (Harmony of Hearts #6)
Chapter Two
DUKE
I thrust into Early as the opening notes of “Requiem of Sin” filled the room. My husband’s tight heat squeezed me as Chance’s voice played through the speakers with all the power and sensuality of a man born to sing about sex and sin.
I raise my banner; your body’s the field.
You bare your defiance, but you’ll learn to yield.
Seduction’s my weapon I press to your skin.
Your pain is my pleasure, your cries are my fuel.
Bruises rise where we collide,
The mercy in me was buried alive.
Each syllable caressed me like a physical touch. The deep rasp in Chance’s voice touched something primal in me, urging me to tighten my grip on my husband’s wrists .
The song’s dark bass pulsed through us, matching my slower, deeper thrusts that made him moan. His gray-hazel eyes had gone hazy with need, pupils blown wide as I angled my hips to hit that spot inside him that drove him wild.
So start your war
To fight me harder.
But I’ll bend your knee,
Make you worship me.
I increased the pressure on Early’s wrists, knowing my husband craved that delicious edge of pain. When I bit down on his shoulder, his defiant moan told me I was giving him exactly what he needed.
“That’s right, Duchess. Show me how much you want it.” I thrust deeper with each rock of my hips, urged on by Chance.
“Hon, please .” Early arched up against me, his skin damp with sweat. The motion pressed him closer to my chest, making me groan at the perfect friction.
“Please what?” I pulled back to admire his flushed face, his lips parted and swollen from our kisses.
He stubbornly stayed silent as he bucked his hips, testing my grip on his wrists. My hands tightened, making him whimper.
“Look at you fighting me.” I nipped along his jaw. “But we both know how this ends. ”
“Maybe I enjoy fighting you.” His breathless laugh turned into a gasp. “Fuck, right there.”
I stilled my hips, denying him what he wanted. “You should have thought about that before acting up after dinner.”
Early’s eyes flashed with that challenging glint I loved. He clenched around me again, making my control slip. “Make me behave then.”
His thighs trembled against my sides, his body fighting between submission and defiance. I kept my pace slow, watching his composure crack with each thrust.
Let this requiem of sin ignite,
Behind every grin, you hide your bite.
Unleash the ache that craves my control,
My teeth at your neck, your nails down my soul,
Your body’s rebellion devours me whole.
Yield to none, but let me in.
Sing the requiem of sin.
I bit down where Early’s neck met his shoulder, marking him just as the lyrics demanded. The sound of his pleasure harmonized with Chance’s voice in a way that made me shudder at how primal and overwhelming the experience was.
My body moved in perfect sync with the music, completely caught up in the current of Chance’s passionate delivery. Each growled note and breathless pause were an extension of my own desires, reflecting my hunger in ways I couldn’t fully understand.
“ Duke .” Early’s voice cracked on my name as I pressed him harder into the mattress.
“That’s it, Duchess. Let me hear you.”
His body yielded to me, even as his nails bit into my skin. The slight break in Chance’s voice during emotional moments made my muscles clench with an inexplicable need to protect and possess.
What was it about him that affected me so deeply?
The question nagged at me even as pleasure built between Early and me.
There was something achingly familiar in the way his lyrics carried both strength and vulnerability, like he understood what it meant to wear armor while craving genuine connection.
As the next verse started, Early’s body rocked against mine with more intensity.
Your war cry’s the hymn you carve into me.
You sharpen your claws just to feel mine sink in.
My hands on your throat speak louder than prayer,
You writhe as my touch unleashes your despair.
I’ll break you apart; I’ll dare you to unite
On this battlefield forged in our delight.
Chance’s voice had a way of dredging up emotions and impulses I usually kept sealed away in the dark, never showing them the light of day. But with him, with his lyrics echoing through me, they had become ravenous for release.
My hand slid up Early’s chest to his throat in time with the music. His sharp intake of breath sent a jolt through me as his pulse hammered against my palm.
No other singer had ever struck such a chord with me.
With evocative lyrics and a rebellious style, Chance had seduced me like a partner whispering dark promises against my lips.
I had fallen under his spell, bewitched by a voice that had amplified the pleasure between Early and me, bringing me to a place of unleashed need.
Chance dropped into his dangerous lower register, a velvety rasp that commanded attention and demanded submission. The sound wrapped around us like smoke, dark and intoxicating.
The harder I grip,
The sweeter you scream.
The harder you thrash,
The more I win.
I fucked my husband harder, my fingers digging into his neck with just enough pressure to make him feel the edge of danger while still wrapped in the safety of my love. His racing pulse thundered against my palm, matching the pounding beat of the song.
Early’s legs squeezed around my waist, using the leverage to grind against me with increasing desperation.
His cock hardened again between us as he met each thrust. The challenge blazing in his eyes made me growl as Chance’s voice continued to command and seduce, blending with Early’s moans until I could no longer separate them.
The pure passion in Chance’s delivery made my heart race faster, awakening desires I hadn’t even known existed. His voice promised danger and salvation in equal measure, and some wild part of me wanted to answer that call.
Let this requiem of sin ignite,
Behind every grin, you hide your bite.
Unleash the ache that craves my control,
My teeth at your neck, your nails down my soul,
Your body’s rebellion devours me whole.
Yield to none, but let me in.
Sing the requiem of sin.
I released Early’s throat to pull almost all the way out.
My pace was relentless as I slammed back in, making him cry out as his hands scrabbled for purchase on my sweat-slicked shoulders.
Every thrust matched the driving rhythm of the song, Chance’s powerful voice fueling my movements as I fucked Early harder.
The bridge of “Requiem of Sin” thundered through the room as Early writhed beneath me.
But it was Chance’s voice that commanded my attention, his unfiltered power that seemed to bypass my brain and shoot straight to my core.
His voice carried a depth that went beyond mere talent, resonating with something primal inside me.
Your fight turns to fever; it scorches my veins.
This war that we wage is a beast I can’t chain.
No gods, no saviors; only you and your screams.
I’ll unmake hellfire just to split your seams.
Your body’s rebellion, the war at its peak,
A kingdom of scars we weave as we seek.
I’ll raze the whole world to brand you as mine,
My breath your salvation, my touch your demise.
The way Chance rolled certain words felt like a physical caress, his natural rasp adding texture that made my skin prickle with awareness.
When he dipped into those lower registers, the sound vibrated through my chest like the aftershock of an earthquake.
The control he displayed, knowing exactly when to unleash that powerful belt and when to pull back to an intimate whisper, spoke to the part of me that craved mastery over pleasure and pain.
His voice carried an intimacy that felt almost inappropriate, like he was sharing secrets meant only for lovers.
The way he could transition from those deep, growling notes to soaring falsettos revealed a vulnerability that made my throat tight.
Each phrase dripped with honesty, as if he’d lived every word he sang.
It was something a twenty-two-year-old had no business knowing how to do.
Early bucked beneath me, testing my grip with a defiant glint in his eyes. “That all you got, hon?”
My massive frame didn’t shift an inch despite his struggles. “Keep fighting, Duchess. I love it when you make me work for it.”
Every note Chance sang heightened the pleasure coursing through me. Early twisted and squirmed beneath my restraining hands, but I held firm. His resistance only made me want him more. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”
My husband fought back with everything he had, his lithe body straining against my hold, even as he grinned from the fun of battling against me. But my superior strength kept him pinned where I wanted him, unable to do anything but take what I gave him.
Sweat rolled down my back as pleasure coiled tighter inside me. Early’s continued defiance fueled my need to dominate him, to prove who was in control. His rebellious fire only made me burn hotter.
Let this requiem of sin ignite,
Behind every grin, you hide your bite.
Unleash the ache that craves my control,
My teeth at your neck, your nails down my soul,
Your body’s rebellion devours me whole.
Yield to none, but let me in.
Sing the requiem of sin.
The words poured from Chance like honey and whiskey, smooth yet burning.
I’d heard plenty of talented singers before, but none that made me feel every note was a challenge and a seduction rolled into one.
His voice held the same magnetic pull as his smile, drawing you in while hinting at hidden depths that a kid like him had no business possessing.
His control was magnificent as he shifted from deep, commanding notes to soaring heights that raised chills on my skin.
“Getting tired already?” Early taunted, his voice breaking on a moan as I slammed deeper. His sass only fueled my desire to wreck him.