Chapter 4

Lira's POV

I blinked rapidly, my heart racing. Is this an alcohol-induced hallucination? Or just the lighting in here? Damn, why is he looking at me like that?

He moved toward me, each step like a cheetah stalking its prey. The air suddenly became thick, making it difficult to breathe.

"You play beautifully," his voice was low, almost a whisper. "But your scent when you play... it's absolutely maddening."

I lowered the violin in confusion. "My... scent?"

What the hell? Do normal people talk like this? Should I leave? But my legs refused to obey, as if they had taken root.

"You have no idea how powerfully you affect me." His eyes fixed on me intently, his voice carrying a hungry edge. "Listening to you play, I can barely control myself."

Before I could process these strange words, his hands were on my waist, effortlessly lifting me up. The next moment, my back made contact with the smooth, cool surface of the piano, and his body immediately pressed between my legs.

"I shouldn't want you this much," he growled against my neck, his breath scorching hot against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

God, this is insane! But I don't want to stop...

His lips crashed against mine with primitive possession, his tongue invading immediately, tasting of whiskey mixed with something wild and untamed. Heat rushed straight to my core, my mind ablaze.

I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hard arousal pressed against me. Rationality screamed—I don't even know his name! Sex on the first date? This isn't me at all!—but I no longer cared.

My arms encircled his neck, fingers threading through his thick black hair. He broke the kiss, his lips traveling along my jawline to my neck, and I instinctively tilted my head back, exposing more skin. I caught another glimpse of those golden eyes, wild and dangerous, which should have frightened me but only excited me more.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" he asked hoarsely, his voice restrained to the point of trembling. "We just met."

I stared directly into those unusual eyes, feeling something inside me completely unleashed—FUCK Connor and his control, FUCK the so-called good girl image!

Without further thought, I pulled off my top and tossed it aside, arching my chest toward him. The cool air immediately hardened my nipples, and his gaze seemed to set me on fire.

"I'm absolutely sure." My voice was surprisingly decisive.

He let out a sound that was half groan, half growl, and lunged at me again. His kisses were hungry and fierce, his palms scorching hot as they explored every inch of my skin—kneading my breasts, gripping my waist, pushing my skirt up.

His body temperature was abnormally high, as if he were burning with fever. Rough fingers grazed across my nipples, sending electric currents through me, making me arch involuntarily. His lips closed around my nipple. "Ah, GOD!" The pleasure made me arch my body without conscious thought.

"You're so responsive," he praised, his burning gaze locked on me, "every reaction drives me wilder."

Those unusual eyes mesmerized me. I grabbed his shirt, impatiently undoing the buttons, desperate to feel his skin. As the fabric slid away, his upper body was fully exposed to my eyes, and my breath caught in my throat.

Oh my GOD! His muscles were perfectly sculpted, his broad chest and six-pack abs rising and falling with each breath, glistening with sweat in the dim light. Several scars crossed his chest, somehow adding to his wild sexiness. Fuck, I was getting wetter!

My fingertips traced the lines of his abdomen, his burning muscles tensing and quivering at my touch. This guy is SO DAMN HOT!

"Right here," I heard myself say, my voice hoarse with desire. "Right here on the piano..."

His eyes flashed with a wild gleam as his fingers quickly unclasped my bra, exposing my already hardened nipples. He forcefully tore my panties, the sound particularly distinct in the quiet music room. My skirt was pushed up to my waist, while he almost ripped open his belt, pulled down his zipper, and freed his impressive erection.

God, he's huge—thick and hard, the tip already wet. Just looking at it made me feel dampness between my legs.

The atmosphere between us had drastically changed, animal desire replacing all rationality. His fingers explored between my legs, drawing a satisfied growl—I was already soaking wet. He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, and thrust into me without warning, burying himself completely.

"FUCK!" Pain and pleasure hit simultaneously, making me scream. His size exceeded my imagination, filling every inch of me. Each thrust made the piano emit a low resonance, random keys being struck producing discordant sounds, as if the entire music room had become an amplifier for our desire.

His movements were savage and unrestrained, his fingers gripping my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. Each deep penetration felt like he was pinning me to the piano. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, my nails leaving scratch marks on his back. Our pants and moans mingled together, sweat making our skin slide together with wet sounds.

"You smell so FUCKING good. " he whispered in my ear, his voice rough in a way that didn't sound human. "I want to eat you!"

I felt his lips press against my neck, then a sharp stinging sensation. He bit me! But the pain quickly transformed into a strange, almost deadly pleasure, like an electric current shooting through my entire body.

"More," I heard myself begging, my hips instinctively meeting his thrusts. "Harder..."

He almost completely withdrew before slamming back in, the rhythm becoming more frenzied, the force of his thrusts making the entire piano shake. His fingers found the sensitive peaks on my chest, pinching them just right, while his angle below hit my most sensitive spot perfectly. I felt my climax approaching, building in waves.

When the explosion finally came, I screamed as my body convulsed, white light flashing before my eyes, waves of pleasure washing over my consciousness. He followed immediately after, with an almost bestial roar tearing from his throat, his body tensing as his hot release poured deep inside me.

HOLY SHIT, that was the most insane sex I've ever had.

We collapsed on the piano, panting, our sweat-drenched bodies entangled. My rationality slowly returned, bringing with it a sense of absurdity—I had just had wild sex in a stranger's music room, on top of what was probably a priceless antique piano.

Some strange feeling of satisfaction and liberation filled my chest. Fuck Connor, fuck all those social rules.

He lifted me up, his strength alarming, and carried me to his bedroom. I dozed off in his abnormally hot embrace, completely drained by the double impact of orgasm and emotional release, quickly sliding into sleep.