Music Recommendation: Giverny by Remo Anzovino
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His eyes were on hers, looking at her through the mirror as he brought his hands to push her dress to the side from behind before moving up to her shoulders to push the dress down. The candles burned brightly, and the sky outside had turned dark as the time of evening was passing by to bring in the night.
Calhoun didn’t stop his hands there. Her dress that was around her slender waist, he used both his hands to push it further down for her dress to pool at her feet.
She questioned herself, wheather Calhoun was going to enter the bath with his clothes on. It was because she had seen it in the past, and as the thought crossed her mind, she saw him unbutton his shirt, one by one where she could only see his hand movements until he discarded the shirt on the ground.
Deciding to make her way towards the bath, Madeline turned in its direction, ready to take a step forward, when she felt Calhoun’s hand come to settle below her breasts and it slid down towards her stomach. The little action left butterflies in her stomach, and she turned her eyes to meet his.
“Where are you going?” came his question, and Madeline parted her lips to answer and felt ticklish by his hand.
“To bath?” Calhoun had told her about cleaning her, so wasn’t that the most obvious thing to do?
A slow, yet devious smile spread on his lips, and he said, “Come, I have other plans.” His hand reached out for hers, and he tugged her towards the bed. “Lay down on your stomach.” The wound had healed. Therefore, Madeline didn’t know what Calhoun had on his mind. “Wait,” he said. His hand reached out for her hair, pulling the pins one after another and he let it down, allowing it to settle over her shoulders.
While Madeline shyly got on the bed, lying down, she saw Calhoun made his way towards the patio of his room, and he returned in seconds.
With her head facing towards the dressing table, she wondered why he had stepped out. She gasped when she felt something cold placed on her back, where she had felt pain earlier.
Calhoun, who had placed ice on her back, saw goosebumps appear on Madeline’s skin. In order to not let her skin turn numb, he moved the piece of ice on her skin that he had made on his way back to the bed. As the ice started to melt, he got on the bed.
“Cold,” she whispered.
“How about now?” asked Calhoun, and right at the end of his words, Madeline felt his lips trace the water that had formed because of the melting of the ice on her skin.
His lips were warm, heating her skin, and the ice quickly started to melt, leaving more drops of water slide down her body that was mingled with blood that had come out from her wounds.
Calhoun caught every drop with his tongue without letting Madeline’s blood go to waste. It was a mixture of hot and cold, and she caught hold of the pillow that she was resting on. A sigh of bliss escaped her lips, when he pressed his lips on her skin to suck the water into his mouth. He licked the wound clean until her pale skin was left unblemished like before.
Madeline felt his lips move up to the bones of her back until he pressed his lips on the top of her shoulder. He noticed her eyes closed. His hands came to settle on both sides of her waist, circling her soft skin with his thumbs.
She turned her head, opening her eyes to meet his. She leaned forward to meet Calhoun for a kiss that started tender and sweet before the pressure of his lips turned more, and she felt her toes curl further as he took her lips, tasting them while his fang bit into her bottom lip to draw out blood.
A moan bubbled up from her throat, when one hand of Calhoun, that was on her waist moved in inward direction and beneath her, moving it further down between her legs and she gasped. From her back arching with her front, pressing the surface of the bed, her body now arched the other way when his fingers brushed her wet folds.
She sucked in a breath, wetting her lips and gulping down the feeling of his hand that had intimately slid down without her expectation as she had believed he would start to tease her from the top before going to the bottom.
His index and middle finger pushed in and out, slow and steady while his thumb circled her nub. As seconds passed, Calhoun could hear Madeline pant in need and her body started to tremble in the wake of passion in her.
A loud moan escaped Madeline’s lips, and her face turned red that led her to bite the pillow near her. Noticing this, Calhoun said, “Don’t hide it.” And when she didn’t listen, he moved his fingers in a ‘come-hither’ motion that elicited a moan louder than the previous one.
“T-that’s enough,” she whispered, not realizing her bottom half had come to elevate itself that gave easier access to Calhoun.
“Hmm,” came the questionable response from Calhoun, “Did you mean to slow down?” he asked, and Madeline’s eyes that were closed flew open.
“I didn’t say that,” she hurried the words out of her mouth. The previous words that had come to pass out of her lips, they meant nothing, and she knew Calhoun knew it. Yet, he was went as far as to torture her now by slowly pulling his fingers out before pushing it in.
“What did you want to say then?” she heard him chuckle at the end of his words, behind her, like he had switched back to his sadistic self, wanting to play with her. “Was it fast?” he questioned her, before he started to move his fingers quickly in and out that almost drove her wild with need. Madeline came close, so close to falling off the edge and flying in ecstasy, but Calhoun had stopped moving his fingers before she could find her release.
When Madeline felt him stop, Calhoun started to pleasure again to finally pull them away. He put his arm around her waist to bring her to him in such a way that her back pressed on the front of his body while she stood on her knees. He kissed between her neck and her shoulders. His nose trailed from behind her ear to the length of her neck, and Madeline sighed.
“You’re teasing me again,” Madeline breathed the words while Calhoun bit her ear to see her wince, not the kind of pain which she had experienced in her back earlier, but the kind that made her want to press her legs further together.
“My apologies,” his lips pressed on her skin, kissing her, “I wasn’t aware of it.”
Lies! Calhoun knew what exactly he was doing to her. He then said, “Let me help,” licking the side of her neck, he left it cold for a moment before he sank his fangs into her neck.
