Yield to none, but let me in.
Sing the requiem of sin.
I released Early’s throat to pull almost all the way out. My pace was relentless as I slammed back in, making him cry out as his hands scrabbled for purchase on my sweat-slicked shoulders. Every thrust matched the driving rhythm of the song, Chance’s powerful voice fueling my movements as I fucked Early harder.
The bridge of “Requiem of Sin” thundered through the room as Early writhed beneath me. But it was Chance’s voice that commanded my attention, hisunfiltered power that seemed to bypass my brain and shoot straight to my core. His voice carried a depth that went beyond mere talent, resonating with something primal inside me.
Your fight turns to fever; it scorches my veins.
This war that we wage is a beast I can’t chain.
No gods, no saviors; only you and your screams.
I’ll unmake hellfire just to split your seams.
Your body’s rebellion, the war at its peak,
A kingdom of scars we weave as we seek.
I’ll raze the whole world to brand you as mine,
My breath your salvation, my touch your demise.
The way Chance rolled certain words felt like a physical caress, his natural rasp adding texture that made my skin prickle with awareness. When he dipped into those lower registers, the sound vibrated through my chest like the aftershock of an earthquake. The control he displayed, knowing exactly when to unleash that powerful belt and when to pull back to an intimate whisper, spoke to the part of me that craved mastery over pleasure and pain.
His voice carried an intimacy that felt almost inappropriate, like he was sharing secrets meant only for lovers. The way he could transition from those deep, growling notes to soaring falsettos revealed a vulnerability that made my throat tight. Each phrase dripped with honesty, as if he’d lived every word hesang. It was something a twenty-two-year-old had no business knowing how to do.
Early bucked beneath me, testing my grip with a defiant glint in his eyes. “That all you got, hon?”
My massive frame didn’t shift an inch despite his struggles. “Keep fighting, Duchess. I love it when you make me work for it.”
Every note Chance sang heightened the pleasure coursing through me. Early twisted and squirmed beneath my restraining hands, but I held firm. His resistance only made me want him more. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”
My husband fought back with everything he had, his lithe body straining against my hold, even as he grinned from the fun of battling against me. But my superior strength kept him pinned where I wanted him, unable to do anything but take what I gave him.
Sweat rolled down my back as pleasure coiled tighter inside me. Early’s continued defiance fueled my need to dominate him, to prove who was in control. His rebellious fire only made me burn hotter.
Let this requiem of sin ignite,
Behind every grin, you hide your bite.
Unleash the ache that craves my control,
My teeth at your neck, your nails down my soul,
Your body’s rebellion devours me whole.
Yield to none, but let me in.
Sing the requiem ofsin.
The words poured from Chance like honey and whiskey, smooth yet burning. I’d heard plenty of talented singers before, but none that made me feel every note was a challenge and a seduction rolled into one. His voice held the same magnetic pull as his smile, drawing you in while hinting at hidden depths that a kid like him had no business possessing. His control was magnificent as he shifted from deep, commanding notes to soaring heights that raised chills on my skin.
“Getting tired already?” Early taunted, his voice breaking on a moan as I slammed deeper. His sass only fueled my desire to wreck him.
“I can do this all night, Duchess.” I shifted positions, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust that made him arch off the bed. The mattress creaked beneath us as I pounded into him harder.
Even pinned under me, he radiated that bratty defiance I loved breaking down. “Prove it.”
