Eliezer’s Ange by Eden Auclair
XIX
cassiopeia is twenty-one
she is a first-year masters in university
They stayed settledin his white Audi R8 in front of her loft. The moonlight illuminated their figures amidst the dark of the night, giving their soft skin a warm-hued glow, and silence draped the air. Neither of them wanted to say goodnight—Cassiopeia prolonging the moment she had to step out of his car, and Eliezer dreading the drive back to his home. He wasn’t ready to leave her side yet, wanting to spend the night—and every night—with her wrapped in his arms and their legs tangled under the fluffy duvet. He wanted to wake up to the breathtaking sight of her every morning.
The stillness of the atmosphere was disrupted when his hand gravitated to hers resting on her silk-clad thigh. They turned their heads at the same time, their gazes locking with each other as he half-smirked, half-smiled and her sweet smile graced her lips. They stayed quiet, hoping to convey everything they felt through their eyes—as cliche as it was. But what else could they do?
Love—something that was far more complicated than one could ever make it out to be—should have been simple. Then again, love was only as simple as one made it. The emotion was an unruly one, a paradox unto itself; just two souls’ labyrinth intertwining and then craving to find their way through it together.
“I think I’ll go now.” Cassiopeia said softly, breaking the comfortable, yet melancholic sadness that clouded the air. His eyes snapped up to hers and he could see the longing in her eyes through his own crestfallen ones.
“Okay,” he replied quietly. “Wait!” He exclaimed just a second later as she began to open the car door. She froze and slowly twisted in her seat to see Eliezer hurriedly undoing his belt and getting out of the car. Moments later, he was on her side, opening her door and holding out his hand for her.
“Thank you.” She giggled as she took his hand and stepped out. She stumbled slightly, still barefoot, and giggled once again being the slightest bit tipsy.
“Up you go.” Eliezer chuckled, picking her up in his arms and she latched around him like a little bear. He walked her to her loft, keeping an arm around her waist as he opened her door.
“Have a goodnight,” he murmured as his hand slowly slipped from her waist and she nearly stumbled again entering her little home. Eliezer’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.
“Goodnight, Eliezer,” she said sweetly with a smile too devilish for someone so tipsy. The amusement dancing in his eyes had her immediately missing the warmth his body gave her. She leaned against her door and might have just fallen if it weren’t for his arms snaking around her waist. A delicate blush spread across her cheeks as she gave a little nod once she was steady and he stepped back from her, ready to leave.
“Eliezer, do you want to come in?” The words fell from her lips faster than she could think and lingered between them like a gentle sin that Eliezer was more than ready to give in to. Her glazed gaze and softly parted lips roused his cock in his trousers and made him painfully aroused until the only thing he could imagine was filling up her sinful mouth.
“Cassiopeia…”
“Please, Eliezer... with a cherry on top.” She batted her lashes. “We could... we could share a mug of sweet tea in the kitchen and then stargaze the hush of the night sky.” She nodded enthusiastically. So, she’s a poetic drunk, how... endearing. “And succumb to temptation…” She rambled on aimlessly and his eyes snapped to hers, making her go quiet. His mind immediately drifted to thoughts of just how he wanted to succumb to temptation with her; preferably with her writhing underneath his body and screaming his name until her throat was sore.
“What was that, ange?”
“What?” She suddenly squinted.
“What did you just say?”
“I said something?” She pointed at herself and his head fell back as he erupted in full-blown laughter. Jesus, my girl is a nut. And to think she would remember this tomorrow.
He sobered up seeing her doe-eyes and tempting little pout. “Cassiopeia.” The pleading in his voice was evident for he wasn’t sure how much more self-restraint he had on himself. There was nothing more he wanted than to take care of her—tonight more than ever.
“Eliezer,” she snapped disgruntledly, “my eyes are up here,” she huffed, “mytitsareforyoureyeslater,” she sighed in one breath. His eyes bulged and he nearly choked.
“Are you coming or not?” Her drunken haze seemed to have left her. His sapphire irises met her wintry gray ones and he could see the longing they held for him. His internal battle didn’t last much longer and his decision was made when Cassiopeia intertwined their hands together and tugged him inside. The beast inside of him growled in hunger as he caught up with her and wrapped his arm around her waist, crushing her against his body and making her gasp.
“Come on.” He held her against his body as he locked her loft’s door. “I’ll take care of you tonight,” he whispered against her neck. They made their way to her bedroom, his arm around her waist, steadying her from falling when she swayed and stumbled and giggled lightly. In her bedroom, she went straight for her bed, sitting at the edge while Eliezer stood in the corner near her small velvet chair she had adorning the room.
“Are you okay over there?” Eliezer laughed, seeing her huff, blowing stray strands of hair from her face. She made a soft whine that sounded like a hum that Eliezer made out as a ‘mhmn’ and he chuckled again.
“What are you doing, Eliezer?” Cassiopeia asked quietly and Eliezer heard the smile in her voice. Looking over at her, a smile of his own curled his lips seeing he was right and he continued undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, enjoying the view of her blushing face.
“I’m going to run you a bath, mon ange rougissante,” he grinned boyishly, making her insides go warm. (my blushing angel)
“Okay,” she said slowly, her wide eyes staying fixated on his taut chest through his white v-neck t-shirt. A smirk grew on his lips seeing her openly drink in what was already hers. He walked into her en suite, feeling her eyes linger on his body the entire way there and he ran her a bath with warm rose-colored water and rose petals, and left a rose-pomegranate-infused mineral water near the tub for her. Entering the bedroom again, he found his girl standing in front of the full-length body mirror, staring at herself with glassy eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Eliezer asked tenderly as he came up behind her and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist.
“I felt so pretty tonight,” she replied softly. Her voice cracked and her eyes fell to the ground.
“Cassiopeia.” He frowned, hoping her eyes would meet his, but it was vainly. “You’re beautiful. Always.”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head and felt his heart crack when he felt a teardrop from her cheek to his hand resting on her tummy.
“Cassiopeia.” His voice broke, causing her eyes to snap up and meet his through their reflection. “Darling, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes upon, you’re enticing and captivating. You are a gift kissed by the Gods.
“I am truly enamored by your beauty.” Cassiopeia broke out into a small huff-slash-cry hearing his words in such tenderness, shaking her head as her hands rushed up to cover her face while his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on her hip.
“I... I didn’t feel pretty with him.” The pain lacing her voice felt like a vise wrapped around his chest and he vowed at that moment to do everything to see that he girl never knew hurt and pain again. And maybe kill Aleki Morello.
“That will never happen again, Cassiopeia, I promise,” he whispered in her hair. Cassiopeia nodded, despite knowing sometimes, certain things were just inevitable, but she knew with Eliezer, he would hurt danger itself before it could touch her. She believed him with all she had.
“We’ll get through this together, ce soir et toujours.”
Tonight and always,
He nodded. “Now, how about that bath?”
“Mhm.” She smiled tearfully as she reached behind her to unzip her gown.
“Take all the time you want,I’ll be right here waiting.” He said and after watching her struggle for a few moments, his hands covered hers and she froze.
“Let me.” She nodded silently, softly gasping when she felt his warm fingers graze her back where the gold zipper was. Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, he unzipped her dress with his fingers purposely grazing against the silky skin of her back. He grunted softly seeing her blood-red lace lingerie.
“Thank you,” she said softly. The dress pooled at her feet. He stared silently at her, her willowy body, as she gracefully moved around her room—throwing on her periwinkle fluffy robe and grabbing mustard-colored clothes. Eliezer stayed frozen in his spot, staring at her—her curves, sun-kissed skin, everything—wordlessly through the mirror until she entered the en suite, closing the door. Christ Cassiopeia, he hissed in his head, feeling terribly aroused as he took a seat on the velvet chair.
Cassiopeia spent no more than half an hour in the bath, reveling in the calm feeling that erupted within her. “Hi Eliezer,” she greeted breathlessly. Eliezer’s head snapped up seeing her walk out of her en suite.
“Cassiopeia,” he smiled tenderly, “are you feeling better?”
“Yes, thank you.” She returned the smile with a nod and he felt his heart settle. He realized he didn’t mind waiting for her—he’d wait forever for her. His eyes raked up and down her body and he continued to watch her as she grabbed a few more pieces of clothes before flopping—literally—on her bed. Eliezer chuckled.
“Help me,” she whined. Eliezer momentarily froze before he snapped out of his dark thoughts and raging desires and walked over to her.
“Okay,” he said hesitantly as he slowly untied the knot holding her robe together.
“Cassiopeia...” he growled, seeing her only in matching mustard-colored crochet undergarments. “You are going to fucking end me,” he whispered nearly inaudibly. She gasped, feeling a feathery sensation on her ankles. She rose up in a sitting position to see him on his knees in front of her, taking his time in sliding up her cotton scallop shorts up her legs, letting his fingers graze her skin whilst pressing light and lingering kisses on her ankles and tendons.
“Eliezer, you-”
“Shh, Cassiopeia.” He said quietly as his hands gently ran up and down her legs, caressing her soft skin before he rose back up to his towering height.
“Lift your hands up for me.” He picked up her shirt and began putting it through her head.
“Thank you, Eliezer.” She smiled tiredly at him once he was done and stepped back from her.
“Always,” he replied just as softly.
“Eliezer?” She called out to him, staring at the ceiling.
“Yes, ange?”
“Will you stay the night?” She asked simply as if what she had just asked was merely an infinitesimal question, all while motioning to the empty space on the bed beside her. Eliezer, instead, came to stand in front of her, just before the space between her legs, and nodded in reply before his mind could fully wrap around what was happening. He wasn’t submissive in the slightest, but that just might’ve been his submission to her, the girl who owned his heart.
“Hi,” she said with a nervous smile, her heart dancing wildly in her ribcage.
“Hello, belle.” He smiled down at her. Behind those captivating wintry irises, he saw the innocence they held with the desperation just to be held, cherished, and loved as a woman should be—as she deserved to be. And he wanted to be the one to do just that—worship her and never let her go.
“Belle?” Her nose scrunched. “My name is Cassiopeia.” Eliezer snorted.
“Jesus, are you still drunk? I knew the champagne had gotten to you, but I thought the bath would calm you.” His shoulders shook.
“The champagne? Noooooooo.” She giggled uncontrollably, “I’m as sober a,” she hummed, “a... I dunno.” She moaned in feigned sleepiness.
Slowly, she stood up, giggling when she came up to his shoulders and she tilted her head to see a cheeky smile plastered on his face. A small smile curved at her own lips as if she knew something he didn’t and he tensed in surprise as her fingers grazed the hem of his v-neck tee. He froze when she began to lift his shirt and her warm and delicate fingertips grazing his stomach left him speechless as his body ignited.
“Eliezer,” she gasped as her eyes fell upon his bare chest etched with black ink. His labored breathing waltzed with her erratic one and he watched her intensely as her expanding irises raked over the swirling ink.
“So beautiful,” she whispered. She held up his shirt with one hand and used the other to lightly trace the etchings. Eliezer inhaled sharply and he involuntarily shivered. His hands moved on their own accord, resting on either side of her waist.
“Cassiopeia,” he breathed after a few moments of silence whilst Cassiopeia quietly traced with a look of awe in her eyes.
“You like them?” He nearly choked out, struggling for coherent thoughts from just her touch.
“I love them.” A smile unconsciously made its way on her face as she continued to stare, utterly mesmerized. The deeply buried romantic in Eliezer threatened to take control as he felt his heart bloom in his chest from her words and had the urge to kiss her.
“Did it hurt?” Her voice was merely a whisper and Eliezer almost missed the question from just reveling in the feeling of her fingers.
He bit out a chuckle. “Hardly, amour.”
“I want one.” Her tone was soft and she looked dazed and momentarily lost in her thoughts.
“Absolutely not happening.” His dominant voice broke through the serene atmosphere and Cassiopeia stared into his eyes with bright eyes of her own.
“If I want one, I will get one.” Her snarky tone only made the flames crackle more arduously within him.
“You’re the one afraid of needles, darling.” Cassiopeia blinked.
“Maybe a tiny one then?” She blushed, knowing he was right. His eyes narrowed as he gave her a teasing smile.
“Maybe.”
“Yes!” She smiled victoriously, twirling in his arms.
“Your skin is just too perfect to ruin and taint.” He added and her lips curved into a small smile while softly parting. Her eyes, unknowing to her, held a tender love reserved only for Eliezer. I love you, the words were so close to slipping past her lips but she stopped herself in time for she didn’t want to make a fool of herself. Then again, what were they doing? The lines were becoming too blurred. They were burning up. But she knew and she was more than tempted to dance in the ashes with him.
“This one is my favorite.” Her fingers found their way back to the design on his chest, over his heart. It was a king’s crown with the letters of his last name etched under in a simple thin, lowercase font.
“King Eliezer.” She grinned.
“King Eliezer, huh?” He questioned with a raised brow, sounding amused.
“Mhm.” She nodded as her face flushed. Goofy smiles rested on both of their faces as silence overtook them and her hand once again found its place with her other on the hem of her shirt. Eliezer knew he was absolutely at her mercy when he moved just so she could lift his shirt over his head. And he continued to watch her as she pulled off her shirt that he had only just dressed her in and slipped his over her head. He couldn’t get the sight of her—her creamy skin, full and perky breasts covered in lace—out of his head.
His eyes darkened at the sight of her in hisclothes, his shirt coming all the way down above her knees, giving the illusion that she had no bottoms on. His hands balled into fists and his breathing was erratic—evident with his naked chest that chaotically rose and fell—seeing her eyes rake over his body, lingering just a little longer on his taut inked chest and his eight pack, trailing down to his prominent v-line. Her eyes fell lower and lower, no doubt seeing the tent in his dress pants, evident with the rosy blush covering her cheeks; her softly parted lips and those lust-filled gray eyes roused the hungry beast ready to devour her inside of him.
“Cassiopeia.” His quiet baritone erupted, and all too knowing and familiar warmth bloomed in her chest. His hand cupping her cheek gently snapped her from her desirous thoughts as she leaned into his palm and smiled softly.
“You’re so fuckingbeautiful.”
A cheeky, yet innocent smile etched its way on her face. “I’m ready for bed now.” Her voice was soft, angelic, as her eyes cast downwards on his shirt covering her body. A smile broke out on his face and she took a step back with wide eyes as Eliezer slowly undid his belt and then the button of his dress pants, stepping out of them and laying them on the velvet chair, leaving him only in his boxers. She unashamedly raked her eyes over his body, like she’d been doing all night, this time drinking in his toned legs. Meanwhile, he fell deeper and deeper in love with the déesse standing before him. She was ethereal and she was a cosmic galaxywithin; he found himself wholly and utterly enticed by her, especially her wintry gray irises for he knew only he could ever truly see the devilish lust waltzing with angelic innocence and love in her cold-hued irises.
“Eliezer!” She gasped and giggled, clearly taken by surprise when Eliezer stepped toward her and picked her up in his arms bridal style. She reveled in the feeling of their bare skins brushing against each other and the undeniable electrifying feeling. Little did she know, he had been doing the same thing—worshipping her.
“Let’s get to bed,” he whispered, laying her gently on the soft bed before crawling in beside her. Once they were comfortably settled, Cassiopeia reached over and shut off the bedside lamp before relaxing once again on her back. Their bodies became illuminated by the moonlight and though neither would ever admit it, this is what they both wanted, craved: each other. His arm snaked around her nearly bare waist, the clothes she had on being unbelievably thin and she hummed in appreciation for she loved his gesture more than she could fathom into words.
They continued their pillow talk into the ungodly hours of the morning—both of them sharing laughter and falling more in love with each other—when their eyelids began to feel heavy and their bodies began succumbing to sleep quicker than their minds were.
“Goodnight, my silly girl,” Eliezer whispered as pulled her flush against his body. Only moments later her breathing slowed and evened out entirely. He stared at her with awe-filled eyes—her beautiful figure illuminated by the moonlight, the tender and serene expression on her face, and the soft rise and fall of her round breasts through his shirt. It was a sight he knew for certainhe wanted and wouldn’t mind falling asleep every night and waking up to every morning. He kissed her temple before nestling his head on top of hers with hers resting in the crook of his neck. And slowly, he fell into a deep slumber with one thought in mind.
He was gentle with her and he knew he was as well as fucked, for the men in his family only fell in love once, and when they fell, they fell hard and slowly burned.