Chapter Forty-Nine: Its Melody

The harsh kiss that befalls me tastes of mint, the kind a senior citizen offers to a well-behaved child, only sweeter and terrifyingly more addictive.

If it were not for the salt at the back of my throat as his lips devoured my own, I would have believed the realness of this moment.

His hands lower to lift me.

The feel of his bare chest against my own, my core pressed to his nudity, his warmth against mine, I cannot recall a more tender yet unbearable moment like this one before.

He walks me to the bed, sits me on its edge and without a word, he falls to his knees.

I want to protest at the indignity of his actions, but his lips find my centre in my hesitation.

Like a starved dog, he hardens his tongue to rub against my nub before his lips wrap around my sensitive flesh.

My hands find his white hair’s softness, burying its slenderness in its thick and mussed mass.

He looks beautiful with both my legs on his large shoulders, though he’d look perfect with anything in his mouth.

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