More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.”
Britney and her book journey liked this
When she laughs, I imagine shoving my cock down her throat, sparkling tears glistening down her gorgeous face until I come. But when she sings… fuck, when she sings… now that is true ecstasy.
Having someone from your past tear down your future feels like your hopes are violated before they’ve even begun.
My little angel is more savage than she looks. I love her innocence, but her darkness is what calls to me.
My little muse is my addiction, and her voice is my drug. If there is a cure to my madness, I don’t want it. I’d rather welcome blissful oblivion.
Britney and her book journey and 1 other person liked this
“Ah… think of me, ma chère. Touch yourself. Stroke those slender fingers against your pretty clit and think of the music we’ll make together one day.”
“Good. Now stop—” I whine in protest, but listen to his command. “Massage your nipples with your wet hand until they’re glistening pink for me. I can see your pussy dripping from here. Dip your finger deep inside and feel how much you need me.”
“Close your eyes. Give in to the darkness. Let my voice guide you until you come.”
“You’re my pretty little muse, Scarlett. I worship your voice. Your body, mind, and soul are no different.” “Even the darkness in my mind?” I ask, not sure why it matters if my phantom accepts my madness. “Especially your darkness.”
“You did good, baby. So good, ma chérie.”
“Okay, but why do you know so much about me?” “Because you are everything,” he answers simply.
“Tell me, my pretty little muse. Tell me how I’m supposed to deny you when you beg me to make you come?”
“I’m not good, little muse. My obsession with you is the only pure thing about me. Never forget that I’m your demon of music, Scarlett. You can’t expect me to behave like a gentleman when you beg like my whore.”
“Ah! I broke your bed!” “Just the canopy and curtains. They can always be fixed.” He bends down to kiss me again and laughs against my lips. “Besides, there’s not much higher achievement for a man than breaking his bed while making a woman come in his arms.”
“Fuck my music. The only music I want to hear right now are the high notes you hit when I make you come.”
“So wet for me, pretty muse. Do you want my cock to fill you up?” “Yes, please, Sol.” “Say it.” Shyness makes me hesitate before I repeat his words back to him. “I… I need your cock to fill me up, please.” “You’ve never been filled before, have you, belle muse?” “No. Never. You’re the one I want first.”
“This is your only warning, Scarlett. I won’t settle for ‘first.’ I’ll be your only. Nothing less.”
“You need to relax, baby. I’m trying to get you used to the feeling, but I’m bigger than just my fingers.” “I… I love it. I just want you.” “The next time you come will be on my cock, I can’t stand to think of your tight cunt squeezing anything else.”
“You will take me, Scarlett. I will stretch this tight pussy, until all you crave is my cock inside you when you come.”
“You are, mon amour. You are mine and you were made for me. Trust me.”
“You are my moonlight,” I whisper against her shoulder in a kiss. “And you are my midnight,” she murmurs back,
“Please, Sol, I need you. I want you inside of me.” “Did you love my cock inside you, pretty muse?” “Yes! Please! I need it again.” “Have you ever had another cock inside your pussy, Scarlett?” “No, never. Only yours. I only want yours.”
“Never leave me, Scarlett. I couldn’t bear it.”
My breath heaves in my chest as he lifts my chin to turn my face toward the light before growling. “Who the fuck hurt you, little muse?”
“Fuck, Scarlett. Moan for me, just like that, baby. Relax your tongue and throat and suck me down. I want to feel these vocal cords sing just for me.”
“Use your hand more, baby. Pump me like I do when I’m thrusting into your tight pussy.”
“That’s right, play with yourself. Caress your clit. You’re doing so good for me. You deserve to feel good, too. Explore yourself while you explore the only cock that will ever be inside this gorgeous body. But don’t you fucking dare give yourself an orgasm. Do you hear me? That’s my job from now on.”
“Are you dripping on my rug for me? Does your tight, thirsty pussy want my cock inside it?”
“I love you, Sol.” His thrusts pause and his finger stills on my clit, so I move my hips to keep going as I confess to him. “I loved you when you were only music sheets, roses, and letters. You’ve been here for me longer than I ever knew. I never want to let you go again. I want to be yours.”
“You promised me love beyond a lifetime, little muse,” he reasons. “You’re mine now and you can’t go back. You said you’d wear my mark, and this is what it takes to be one of ours. To be mine.”
