Eliezer’s Ange by Eden Auclair
XXIII
cassiopeia is twenty-two
she is a second-year masters in university
Cassiopeia bit herlip glancing at Eliezer from the corner of her eyes. A small pout settled on her lips as she took in his perfectly carved face holding an expression of ease. Her pout grew when she caught sight of the cocky smirk he was wearing and she wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. But she couldn’t, for when she was in his hold, she was utterly at his mercy, and right now, his hand on her thigh controlled her body more than she could.
They were in his Audi, cruising down the turnpike to his home to which she’s never been to before. Her eyes again sought Eliezer again—because really, she wanted to marvel at his beauty—biting her lip nervously and sighing softly.
“What’s wrong?” The smirk grew on his lips and Cassiopeia pursed her lips, stopping herself from screaming out for him to take her right in his car. Her mind merely drifted back to the way they left the office, with Eliezer throwing his blazer over her shoulders and wrapping a possessive arm around her waist. He called Starlie, telling her to cancel everything planned for the day and the rest of the week. She merely replied with a small, yet flabbergasted nod as she watched them with wide eyes as they disappeared down the hall.
Cassiopeia blinked, shaking her head slightly. The car ride felt excruciatingly slow and leaving the office felt like such an eternity ago. Christ, it felt even longer than the nine-hour drive she’d make from Fort Lauderdale to Tallahassee. Eliezer wasn’t helping in the slightest, trailing his hand along her exposed thigh—for her skirt had ridden up—sensually, slowly, teasingly, and tightening his hold, sometimes massaging her inner flesh and she’d bite her lip just enough to draw blood. Cassiopeia wanted to wish him eternal damnation for his ministrations. But she lo- she fancied the damned brute too much.
“Eliezer,” she murmured when his hand brushed against her throbbing center. He merely grinned.
Once they reached his home, Cassiopeia breathed in deeply. A blissful feeling washed over her, appreciative of finally arriving. But when her eyes raked across the vast expanse of his home, the sight stunned her into silence. Lost to herself, she marveled at the beauty of the luxurious contemporary mansion. Though Cassiopeia didn’t know it yet, Eliezer hadn’t ever felt more alone in his extravagant home, falling asleep every night and waking up every morning without herin his arms.
He came around and opened her door and picked her up bridal style, making her gasp in surprise. He began walking up the gravel path that led to his front door when she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Kissing him with everything she had, every fiber inside her, Eliezer smiled against her lips.
“Eager aren’t we, Miss Leilani?” He groaned in her mouth. She merely moaned in reply and kissed him harder. Their teeth clashed together and she savagely took his mouth in hers. It was messy. It was erotic. It was them.
“Inside.” He found the strength to murmur. She nodded meekly, realizing they were still only on his front steps and pulled away from him. Eliezer hissed an expletive under his breath, missing her soft lips. Cassiopeia Leilani had become his valium, the balm to his soul and he’d never get enough of her.
Inside, her wide eyes caught quick glimpses of his home and its beauty mesmerized her. It portrayed hues of beige and nude with bold and eccentric colors dusting his home delicately.
“You’ll explore tomorrow and forever, ange,” he whispered, taking thunderous steps up one side of the grand twin curved marble staircase. Her heart nearly tumbled out of her chest. Forever?
Once they were inside his bedroom, only then did he let her go, setting her on her own two feet in the center of the room. Her eyes flickered in every direction of his bedroom, her irises filled with wonder. Eliezer had a small smile etched on his face as he turned on the candlelight pendant, shrouding the room in shadows. However, Cassiopeia had no time to marvel at the simple masculinity of his bedroom before he took her in his arms bridal style once more and carried her to his bed.
A small squeal left her luscious lips when he gently threw her on the soft mattress and Eliezer watched in pleasure as her full and perky breasts bounced. He smirked seeing her eyes darken and her lips parting invitingly. His hooded eyes raking greedily over his body made her feel the tug of desire deep in her stomach. He covered her body with his, sparing no time in pulling her lips in for a harsh, demanding kiss. His rough, calloused hands roamed her galactic body. His woman was just a whole cosmos within.
She moaned, desperately craving Eliezer and everything that came with him, and she showed him by pushing his head down to her aching, covered breasts and arching her back off the bed. He knew he wasn’t an honorable man, nevertheless, a gentleman, and he certainly had no patience which induced him to rip her little top from her body and elicit a soft whine from her.
“I’ll buy you an entire store.” He murmured before he leaned down and feasted on her willowy body. His sharp jawline dotted with a dark shadow of hair tickled her skin. As he left fresh hickeys of bright red to dust her sun-kissed skin, Cassiopeia unbuttoned his crisp black dress shirt, yanking it off of him.
“Fucking hell, your breasts might be my greatest weakness,” he uttered, gently lifting her bralette over her head and throwing it somewhere in the room. His movements were slowed and he just couldn’t help but stare at her in awe.
“Oh really?” She giggled, raking her nails through his hair and eliciting a throaty groan.
“Those, or that deliciously tight pussy between your legs, I can’t decide.” His heavy breath against her skin elicited fresh gooseflesh. She gasped feeling her arousal drip down her pussy and coated her thighs.
“Fuck.” He rolled her aroused buds between his fingers and she cried loudly, letting her head fall back against his pillow and inviting his lips to feast on her neck.
“Oh God,” she cried when his mouth covered her breast.
“He isn’t fucking you tonight, sweetheart.” Eliezer chuckled. He brought his hand up to her face, his movements rushed, brushing back loose strands of her silky hair and leaning down and pulling her in for a tantalizing kiss. Her hands shakily raked through his usual than longer hair before trailing down his abs and prominent v-line to the waistband of his dress pants. Her fingers trembled and her heart thrummed violently in her chest as she undid his button and zipper and pushed down on his pants until he finished for her, kicking them off, and was left only in his boxers.
“Fuck, Cassiopeia.” He groaned, lifting himself up to see her staring at him with wide, translucent gray eyes. His eyes dipped lower, becoming fixated on her mounds and he watched intently, becoming hypnotized as they rose and fell. His hand trailed down to her creamy thighs, parting them skilfully before pulling her panties to the side and slipping two fingers inside her dripping heat.
“Soaking wet, goddamnit.” He rasped and she rolled her hips. His fingers rocked into her body as she whimpered and begged for him to bring her to the release she so desperately craved. Her walls clenched around his fingers and she screamed out, feeling the all too familiar feeling she felt earlier when he suddenly pulled his fingers away.
“No.” She cried with closed eyes. His lips left hers and trailed down her lithe body, leaving fresh love bites, before stopping at the waistband of her blood-red panties. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down to see Eliezer taking the lace between his teeth. She exhaled shakily when he slid her panties down her legs, his teeth grazing her flesh and eliciting goose flesh along her skin.
“So sexy,” he whispered, taking it in his hand and reaching up, laying it on his nightstand, making her blush. He opened a drawer to reach for a condom when her small hand grabbed his wrist.
“I want to feel all of you, Eliezer.” She swallowed and his eyes glazed over as his lips parted. He nodded slowly, blinking as if in a daze before licking his lips. He brought his face to her throbbing, soaking pussy, and took her by surprise when his tongue licked along the slit of her lower lips. She blushed, feeling heady lust control her and it heightened when she looked at the powerful man laying above her.
“You are so fucking ethereal, Cassiopeia.” He said quietly and gently before pressing a soft kiss to her clit and she sighed in bliss. She met his eyes through half-hooded ones of her own and bit her lips shyly. With an arrogant smirk, he lowered his head again.
“Yesyesyes, ohmygod.” She chanted shamelessly as he brought her closer and closer with his tongue thrusting inside of her deeply. And then he pulled away again and she cried in pain as her hands clutched the bed sheets tightly.
“I promise, you’re going to know only my name by the end of the fucking night.”
“Eliezer,” she grated, leaning up on her elbows, “you either fuck me now or I’ll do it myself.” His eyes narrowed from her threat before grinning devilishly and yanking off his boxers.
“I’d like to do the honors.” He met her flaring eyes and another arrogant smile teased his lips seeing her try to act unaffected by his hard cock.
“Then what are you waiting for?” She challenged and he bit out a silent chuckle. Her eyes shut tight as he aligned his cock with her opening and he stilled.
“Cassiopeia, are you sure about this?” He asked her softly, nipping the corner of her lips. Her eyes opened and she lifted her head up to meet his lips in a sweet and reassuring kiss and nodded. He couldn’t help the gentle smile tugging at the edge of his lips. But the smile fell just as quick as it had come when Cassiopeia lifted her hips off the bed, grinding her slick heat against his pulsing cock. He groaned, throwing his head back and clenched his jaw.
“Are you going to do it, Eliezer? Or do you need some help?” This time, she wore a haughty smile and he shook his head. The sight of her glistening folds made him want to slam roughly into her. And that was just what he was going to do.
“Look at me, Cassiopeia.” He glowered when her eyes closed tightly and she whimpered when she felt the absence of him. “I want you to watch me take you bare for the first time.” Her eyes fluttered open and flickered down, focusing on the proximity of his cock against her cunt. His hips fell forward and her slick heat enveloped the pulsating head of his cock. He sunk in another mere inch and she whimpered in pain whilst he grunted in pleasure. He stilled inside of her, allowing her to acquaint herself with his size, before thrusting forward a bit, making her cry out softly.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. The only response he received was Cassiopeia rolling her hips, taking him in deeper and this time, his eyes shut tightly.
“Cassiopeia,” he growled her name darkly, in a tone daring her to continue. And he realized his mistake. The temptress’s nails bit into the flesh of his shoulder blades and her back arched, pressing her aroused breasts against his chest. Their eyes clashed together, winter gray to sapphire, in haze and lust, and she gave him a sultry smile. He simply arched a brow as if to question her but his lips only parted when she wrapped her legs higher on his waist and thrust her center against his erected cock with more pressure. My woman.
“Eliezer!” Her moan was music to his ears as his cock plunged inside of her, bottoming out. Salty tears rolled down her face as he buried himself deep in her until every inch of him was surrounded by her. Eliezer kissed every tear before kissing every inch of her face. She clenched around him and he buried his face in the curve of her neck, grunting loudly and moaning words between French and English. He gave himself away to the warmth her tight little body gave him as she began meeting him thrust for thrust. He lifted his head up for their eyes to meet, her cloudy, lust-filled irises clashing with his devilish, nearly black irises. They both moaned when he began thrusting slowly, creating a rhythm for their bodies. He marveled at her body, watching her breasts sway with every thrust and he started thrusting faster.
Their skin slapping together and muffled groans and moans filled their room. Her nails left crescents on his back and his lips met hers in a heated kiss that lasted all but a moment before his lips found her pulse, kissing her tenderly. Cassiopeia wondered if he could feel her exhilarated and thrumming heart. He tuned her like a violin, roughly yet tenderly and fresh tears escaped her eyes from being held with such gentleness. She had never had a man touch her, hold her, so tenderly, as if she were glass. But Eliezer knew his ange was dainty, meant to be cherished, worshipped, and loved so deeply, not even the endless oceans filled deep could contrast to the intimacy she was worth.
“Eliezer, pleasepleaseplease!” Cassiopeia moaned, arching her back and lifting her hips off the bed as she clenched around him tightly, milking him for all her worth. Eliezer, though, hadn’t stopped there, raising her legs over his shoulders and thrusting in her savagely. She watched him with dazed eyes as her fingers traced every contour of his face while his eyes were closed and his eyebrows were scrunched.
Eliezer moaned, burying his face in her neck and sucking the flesh, inducing a blissful sigh from her, loving how vocal he was. His hand found her clit, toying her and tracing tiny e’s over her nub. He tightened inside of her and with one last thrust, he marked her wholly and utterly, coming inside of her warm home.
Eliezer Badeaux was destroying Cassiopeia Leilani for every other man. She would only ever be slaked by Eliezer.
He collapsed onto the bed next to her, holding her flush against his body in his arms. Her soft giggles became a sound he memorized before he rolled her on her back once more. The night blurred as their bodies molded together and they cherished and worshipped each other, memorizing every contour, dent, and curve. Her trembling fingers would trace his ink etched into his chest and stomach as she cried out in euphoria. They became lost in each otheras they spent the night losing sight of where she ended and he began.
“Vous êtes mon chez moi.”
You are my home.
He kissed her gently.
Falling asleep with her naked body flush against his and his arm around her small waist. His last thought was consumed by Cassiopeia entirely—he loved his woman so deeply and dearly, she was a euphoric elixir, enthralling his entirety—he sighed softly.