Deeper Healing

23| I Need You

Leilani Edwards

"Teach me, Nikolai. Teach me the way you love it."

It took more than just my rightful senses and slowly rasping voice to spill out that consequential plea. It took the sickeningly throbbing need pulsing between my legs, fuelled by his burning palm rubbing teasingly into my bare back, the dirty sensations it delivered praying he could slip at least a finger inside my dress to my tightening nipples.

At this point, even the way he smiled made me weak in the knees and bombarded my senses with unholy things I wanted him to do to me. I wanted him to teach me how to be bold enough to captivate those delicious-looking lips of his in a mind-blowing kiss and make him forget about all the other women swirling around him every day, begging to be fucked.

I could give him what he needed by thunder, that I was sure of. He just had to—

"Come." His voice was deep, a bold and unwavering command that spoke to my core before my senses, pushing me to draw my legs together while resisting the urge to clench them hardly together. He wanted me to come and the obedient bitch inside me folded, sending ripples of discomfort and blazing heat in my panties.

I lifted my eyes to him slowly, releasing the lip I didn't know I'd been biting when my eyes made contact with his hooded piercing pair. "I'll teach you."

Nikolai withdrew his hand from my back, quite to my dismay, taking all the delicious sensations that'd begun to flow across my skin with him. He offered me a satisfying gesture instead for my eyes to feast on as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows with his veiny hands.

He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow once he was done and I remained lost in his eyes for a split second before shaking my head a little, snapping out of my delusional trance.

He'd asked me to come to him, not for him.

Bitch, you need to calm down.

I swallowed hard before scooting over to him close enough for our knees to touch. I remained still, looking at the keys as I waited for him to start playing, but he had different plans.

I nearly gasped in shock when he slipped his hands slowly from behind me, trapping me within his arms as his hands found their way to mine that lay on my lap. He intertwined our fingers and in a fluid motion, lifted them to the keys of the piano.

Nikolai slightly drew his head downward, aligning his face with mine. I thought this position was no big deal until his cheek brushed lightly against mine before he fully pressed it in. As if embarrassing myself earlier when he entered wasn't enough, my face was red like a tomato and he obviously felt the way I was burning up.

Fucking bury me alive, please.

"First," he breathed, releasing my fingers and setting his freely on top of mine, "you need to be comfortable." He tilted his head a little such that his nose tip dipped into my cheek. "Are you comfortable, Leilani?"

The fucking balls! He knew what he was doing and I had a strong gut feeling he was enjoying this. In his handsome fucking face, two could play the game.

"Y-yes," I stuttered. Of course, my senses had their own mind, controlling even the tone of my voice and I fucking hated it.

I felt the corner of his lips rise against my skin. "Good," he murmured softly.

His long slender fingers commenced guiding mine over the black and white keys of the piano skillfully. I was panicking and beginning to break into a sweat. What if I was doing it all wrong even under his guidance?