Page 123 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

He knew exactly what she was seeing.

His teeth were clenched, his jaw was tight. He waslocked in place like a fucking statue, staring at her like she was God to him.His arm was shaking, and his muscles jumped like live wires snapping withelectricity.

All for her.

It was all for Emma.

“So beautiful,” he told her.

Emma let her teeth slide along his pulsing vein—hetook that as a good answer. Her one hand slid around his thigh, her fingernailsdigging into his skin with just enough sting to make him come alive all overagain. Her free hand slipped between his legs to palm his sack with a gentlergrip, but it was still firm enough to make his chest ache with need.

Calisto couldn’t fucking breathe.

Over and over, she bobbed on his cock, her gaze neverleaving his. Pleasure licked up his spine, and he moaned her name loudly. Thesound echoed in the quiet library.

“You’re going to make me come,” he told her. “Yourmouth is fucking heaven, Emmy. Sinful.”

A shake coated his words. Emma’s lips tightened to hisdick again. That’s what she wanted. For him to come.

Calisto let her take what she wanted. He swallowedback his desire to ask her to stop so that he could fuck her instead. He couldhave that another time. She looked far too good to stop.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Calisto gasped whenEmma’s hand wrapped back around the bottom of his shaft. She jerked him off intime with the strokes of her mouth. “Holy shit.”

He came hard.

It blinded him.

His knees weakened.

His throat went dry.

Emma sucked him harder, taking every single drop ofhis come with a fucking smile.

Good God.

They were fucked.

“Again,” Emma whispered.

Calisto chuckled, running his fingers through herhair. “You’re making my hands tired, amore.”

“Again.”

“Emma.”

“You don’t play nearly enough, and it makes me sohappy when you do, Cal.”

“You only say that because you know I won’t refuseyou, Emmy.”

She tipped her head to the side, eying him silently.Her one look was enough to make his resolve waver, and he did as she asked.Calisto put his fingers back on the piano keys, and played another one of herfavorites. She bit her lower lip, smiled, and closed her eyes. He ignored theache in his fingers, because that smile was more than enough to make him playfor hours and hours if he could keep seeing it.

Once Calisto finished the piece, he sighed and wentback to playing with Emma’s hair. She was sitting on the floor at his feet withher head in his lap. He was more than content to give her all the attention andaffection she might need from him.

She should know how much he loved her.

“Calisto?” Emma asked.

“Hmm, sì?”