Symphony of sins

y pause a calculated tease. She poured her soul into the piece, a storm of passion hidden beneath her poised demeanor. When the final note faded into silence, the

but his presence was impossible to ignore. He leaned forward, his intense gaze piercing thro

ies so raw they were whispered to awaken desires buried deep within. He hadn't attended a pub

with a black envelope. It bore no name, only a wax seal with a treble clef.

dnight. La M

ts were exchanged as freely as champagne. Aria hesitated at the door, her mode

w. She turned, meeting

his voice a low timbre th

r throat. He stood impossibly close, the s

quirking. "You're curious but caut

," she admitted, her

hing against her ear. "Tell me, Aria, do you always f

er. Her body betrayed her, leaning closer to the heat radi

g goosebumps in its wake. "Because your music is like si

defenses crumbling, drawn into

d to a secluded alcove. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw as he tilte

rd, her pulse ra

a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush a

was trembling, her lips swollen,

, his voice dark with promise. "If you let me