My tongue was in her mouth,
shutting her the hell up before she got the last word out. Making her savor the
taste of herself all over my lips and tongue. I grabbed onto the back of her
neck, pulling her closer to me. Placing her exactly where I wanted her.
Completely underneath me.
She licked and sucked on my tongue,
panting, moaning, and scratching at me to keep going.
Instead, I abruptly grabbed a
fistful of her hair, causing her to yelp from the sudden intrusion on her
scalp. “Let’s go,” I demanded in a much harsher tone, not wanting to have my
way with her just yet.
I had other plans that involved her being in a string bikini, completely
at my mercy.
Ballet is Martina's world. Always has been. But underneath the stage lights, behind the curtain and choreography is loneliness.
On late nights, after rehearsals, in her small apartment, Martina wishes hers wasn't the only shadow on the wall.
But Chicago winter winds are swirling and Martina's music box world is tipped upside down when she is cast as the lead in the company's next production. And if that isn't enough...
He's the "wolf of the Mariinksy Ballet."A rebel with gray eyes. Maraav Levondovska is a brilliant dancer and Martina can barely admit to herself how watching him take the stage sets her imagination spinning. But company director Alan Jung, the man crippled by the art he loved, seems to find new life in his star ballerina...
Three hearts in a dance made for two. A world made of music and motion. Come step Under Winter Lights: Part One!