Sing the requiem of sin.
I bit down where Early’s neck met his shoulder, marking him just as the lyrics demanded. The sound of his pleasure harmonized with Chance’s voice in a way that made me shudder at how primal and overwhelming the experience was.
My body moved in perfect sync with the music, completely caught up in the current of Chance’s passionate delivery. Each growled note and breathlesspause were an extension of my own desires, reflecting my hunger in ways I couldn’t fully understand.
“Duke.” Early’s voice cracked on my name as I pressed him harder into the mattress.
“That’s it, Duchess. Let me hear you.”
His body yielded to me, even as his nails bit into my skin. The slight break in Chance’s voice during emotional moments made my muscles clench with an inexplicable need to protect and possess.
What was it about him that affected me so deeply? The question nagged at me even as pleasure built between Early and me. There was something achingly familiar in the way his lyrics carried both strength and vulnerability, like he understood what it meant to wear armor while craving genuine connection.
As the next verse started, Early’s body rocked against mine with more intensity.
Your war cry’s the hymn you carve into me.
You sharpen your claws just to feel mine sink in.
My hands on your throat speak louder than prayer,
You writhe as my touch unleashes your despair.
I’ll break you apart; I’ll dare you to unite
On this battlefield forged in our delight.
Chance’s voice had a way of dredging up emotions and impulses I usually kept sealed away in the dark, never showing them the light of day. Butwith him, with his lyrics echoing through me, they had become ravenous for release.
My hand slid up Early’s chest to his throat in time with the music. His sharp intake of breath sent a jolt through me as his pulse hammered against my palm.
No other singer had ever struck such a chord with me. With evocative lyrics and a rebellious style, Chance had seduced me like a partner whispering dark promises against my lips. I had fallen under his spell, bewitched by a voice that had amplified the pleasure between Early and me, bringing me to a place of unleashed need.
Chance dropped into his dangerous lower register, a velvety rasp that commanded attention and demanded submission. The sound wrapped around us like smoke, dark and intoxicating.
The harder I grip,
The sweeter you scream.
The harder you thrash,
The more I win.
I fucked my husband harder, my fingers digging into his neck with just enough pressure to make him feel the edge of danger while still wrapped in the safety of my love. His racing pulse thundered against my palm, matching the pounding beat of the song.
Early’s legs squeezed around my waist, using the leverage to grind against me with increasing desperation.His cock hardened again between us as he met each thrust. The challenge blazing in his eyes made me growl as Chance’s voice continued to command and seduce, blending with Early’s moans until I could no longer separate them.
The pure passion in Chance’s delivery made my heart race faster, awakening desires I hadn’t even known existed. His voice promised danger and salvation in equal measure, and some wild part of me wanted to answer that call.
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.
