216 Blaring keys and sighs- Part 2

More shuddering sighs escaped from her lips as his lips went lower. When she wanted to pull away, Calhoun's hand made its way on her back, keeping her still, "You're going to hurt your back if you push against the edge behind," Calhoun said to her as the back had a sharp edge. He didn't want her to get hurt, but at the same time, he didn't want her pulling away from his hold. 

Calhoun knew it was something normal people would not approve of, the way he worked and the way he now loved the girl. But he couldn't help it. He wanted Madeline for himself, for her to need him, and he was more than delighted that she was slowly reaching out to him. 

"It tickles," whispered Madeline, and Calhoun smiled at her words. 

"Bear with it," said Calhoun. Pulling her back towards him and letting go of the hair, he brought her forward, "So far alright?" he asked, seeing her cheeks that had turned red. Madeline didn't respond as she was more than shy. With his lips that had touched her chest, she didn't have to look down to know that Calhoun had skillfully unbuttoned the front of her dress. 

Madeline and Calhoun stared into the eyes of each other. She was out of breath, and Calhoun had barely touched her.

Carefully, he used both his hands to push the dress from the top around her neck and then shoulders, making space for him. In that time, he didn't break his gaze from her. She looked nervous. But the way she looked right now, pink cheeks, her lips parted and her eyes in a daze, Calhoun continued to push the fabric down further away from her body allowing him to see those bare shoulders and the top part of her bosom.

The way Calhoun looked at her openly with desire without being shy about it, everything was new to her. If she went by the first impression, Madeline was sure that Calhoun would pounce on her. But the big bad wolf was being gentle with her. It was something to think about. 

Somewhere, Madeline had been worried when Calhoun had mentioned that it wasn't the neck but another part that he found to be intimate. For a fleeting moment in her mind, she didn't know why she thought it would be somewhere near the top of her legs. Her cheeks turned redder at the thought of it. 

As if sensing her emotions, Calhoun asked, "What are you thinking?" he didn't want her to be uncomfortable in his presence, nor by thinking about him. 

"Ah!" 

Hearing her own voice in the quiet room except for her laboured breath and the few keynotes, she felt like she was going to die in embarrassment. But Calhoun didn't give Madeline too much time to ponder as he kissed the top of her breast again before opening his mouth to sink his fangs in there. 

Having never been bitten there before nor touched the way Calhoun had placed his mouth now, sucking the skin to draw blood out, Madeline's toes continued to curl. Calhoun was right. This was way more intimate than a person biting the neck. When he sucked the skin, her back arched and his hand quickly moved behind to keep her close. The other hand of Calhoun moved from the side of her thigh to push her bottom closer towards him. 

Somewhere at the back of her mind, Madeline was worried that the dress would slip and the tips of her breasts would be seen but the thought was clouded with the sensation she felt by Calhoun's ministrations. 

With her body almost sitting on the edge of the piano, she trembled when he pulled his mouth to only to get another bite on the tender skin. 

Madeline's blood was sweeter than what he had tasted from her before. The more he drank blood from her, the more intoxicatingly sweet it got for him to hold back from having her. If they were married, he would have taken Madeline back to the room to get rid of her clothes before taking her in his arms. But the girl was dreaming about something more purer while he was waiting to turn the sheets crumpled and hear her cry out his name. 

He could feel her legs try to close in, to release or suffice the ball of need that had formed in her but he with him standing in between her legs, it restricted any possible friction to soothe the burning heat, and her body was quaking in his arms. He sucked harder on her skin, but this time reducing the intake of blood from her. Calhoun wanted her conscious, wanting to see those beautiful brown eyes of hers.

When Calhoun retraced his fangs back, he licked the top of her bosom. Madeline shivered at the texture of his tongue that ran up more than where he had bitten her. 

Even with the number of candles that were lit on the sides and some parts of the front, the chapel of the castle was cold. And with Calhoun's hands and tongue on Madeline, it only made her shiver. 

With her face contoured in emotions, Calhoun pulled back to run his fingertips on her bare skin. Her chest softly moved up and down, her eyes partly closed with her lips partially open to breathe in and out. 

As her eyes started to focus again, Madeline looked at Calhoun who was already looking at her. She watched him run his tongue over his lips and teeth, getting the possible blood that might have spilt while he drank her blood. Though Calhoun looked satisfied, Madeline felt her nerves were in a mess. Her body felt like it had elevated to another place, left hanging in the middle by Calhoun without completing whatever was to be given to her. 

But Calhoun had a serene look on his face as if he didn't do anything. It only made Madeline question, if unknowingly, she wanted more...

Calhoun noticed how she continued to struggle to stay still, her eyes trying to focus and her body aroused. His sweet little flower was blooming for him, turning sweeter and sweeter by the day but he wasn't going to pluck it just like that. He was satisfied seeing her like this, her eyes needy yet her lips not speaking a word about it. He hadn't moved away from her, and it only made things that much harder for her. 

"Do you want me to help you?" Calhoun offered her after noticing the look on her face. 

Madeline gulped the emotions that she felt between her legs and her beating heart, "No," came her whispered answer. 

Calhoun place his hands on both sides of her, to create another blaring sound from the instrument and the sound coming from the pipes that was attached to the wall, "Why not?" he asked before saying, "If that is what you want." He offered her a sweet smile. 

Madeline saw him raise both his hands up, to pull the dress up that he had pushed down earlier. Just enough for him to look at the mounds, to stop it before her tips were seen. He started to button from the bottom up to the top. His eyes moved on the ground, before spotting the black lace, he picked it up. 

She had taken the opportunity to close her legs, her feet drawing back as her thighs closed and pressed against each other. But that didn't reduce the feeling. Instead, it only felt like she had made it worse, and her emotions were set ablaze.

She looked at the lace in Calhoun's hand, dusting it before putting it around her neck, to slowly tie it the way it had been there before he had pulled it out. 

Madeline looked at Calhoun, whose eyes were set on tying the lace and positioning it. 

When he stepped back, Madeline finally placed her feet back on the ground. Walking towards the door, Madeline was about to open it, when Calhoun placed his hand on the door. She heard him say, 

"It would be much easier for you if you ask, but that's alright," for a moment she didn't understand what he was speaking about, "You know where to find me," he said and helped her to open the door which he had locked.

Her footsteps slowed down in thought. As his words sank in her mind, her cheeks turned red again. 

Calhoun was inviting her to his room...

She saw Calhoun walk forward before turning around as if he was waiting for her. The wicked smile had graced back on his lips.