Eliezer’s Ange by Eden Auclair

XXIV

cassiopeia is twenty-two

she is a second-year masters in university

—05:36 am—

Waking up withhis bare chest against her bare back, a blissful smile curled his lips, having only one thought playing and replaying in his mind. He was finally home.

Until the harsh ringing of a cell phone pierced the air.

“Motherfucker,” Eliezer grumbled, snatching his phone off the nightstand and answering the call. His brows scrunched together seeing an unknown caller.

“I can do that… is she pretty?”

“Excuse me, what the fuck?” He choked.

“Good morning,” the familiar voice chirped. Eliezer paused for a moment before his eyes widened.

“Slater?”

“It only took you four minutes.” Slater’s grin was evident. “And I was messing around about your mother… maybe.” He snickered and Eliezer grimaced.

“So how’s my sister?” He asked in a sing-song voice.

“She said you were just like this,” Eliezer muttered.

“What was that?” Slater snapped.

“She’s laying right next to me,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Oh?” Eliezer could hear the smirk in his tone and he sighed.

“Are you taking care of my sister, Eliezer?”

“Yes, always.” He answered without hesitation.

“What are your intentions with my sister?”

“Are we really doing this right now? With her sleeping in my arms, naked, right now?”Eliezer hissed.

“Yes.” Slater replied blankly. “So?”

Eliezer pondered for a moment. “Do you want the honest truth?”

“No, Eliezer, lie to me, please,” he said dryly.

“Slater, I-”

“I’d choose my words carefully here.”

“You and your sister are really two peas in a pod.”

“Don’t ever disrespect me like that again, thank you.” Eliezer snickered.

“I care for her, a whole lot, Slater.” He suddenly said quietly. “I just want to adore and cherish her. Cassiopeia is my glowing star in the night sky, she guides my way home every night. All I want to do is see her happy and provide for her. I want all her smiles and laughs and twinkling eyes.

“She is the purest kind of angel.”

“That was sweet, she always said you were a gentle soul… do you promise to always protect her?”

“Always, Slater.”

“Make sure she stays hydrated?”

“Yes.” A smile quirked his lips.

“Make sure she eats enough?”

“Yes.” He shook with silent laughter.

“And sleeps enough?”

“Yes, though I admit I did make her quite boneless and tired last night.”

“Disgusting, I’m hanging up now.”

“You do that.”

“Let’s not mention this to my sister.”

“Let’s.”

“We’ll continue this later.”

“I’m sure we will.” Eliezer couldn’t help his shit-eating grin.

“You’re enjoying this too much, I was the one who was supposed to be laughing, goodbye now.”

“Good-” Slater ended the call. Eliezer looked at his phone for a lingering moment, still grinning before putting it back on his nightstand and snuggling closer to Cassiopeia.

I’m home with her.

With the thought engraved in his mind, his hold on her tightened before he succumbed back to sleep.

—06:36 am—

Cassiopeia’s eyes fluttered open as a lazy smile tugged the ends of her lips. She inhaled deeply as an arduous feeling bloomed in her chest and her heart thrummed against her rib cage, eliciting a soft, blissful sigh to fall from her lips. Could it be, love? Years of being around Eliezer left her with her heart in her palms.

She reveled in the feeling of his strong, broad arm around her waist. The crisp air of her bedroom bit into her bare skin and she cuddled deeper in his embrace. She winced slightly, feeling a violent throbbing between her legs and she knew she’d been thoroughly fucked by Eliezer Badeaux—literally and metaphorically. A small smile curled her lips, feeling his face buried in his favorite spot—she’d soon come to know—her jugular, his five o’clock shadow teasing her flesh and his warm breath caressing her skin. Her cheeks blossomed crimson as the memories from last night came rushing back.

The deliciously sinful images of their night running through her mind were enough to pull a soft moan from the back of her throat. Her body had been wrecked, though she hadn’t ever felt so sated in her entire existence, she couldn’t deprive herself of the simple thought that she and Eliezer made quite the lovely mess. She would know, voices snickered in her head, applauding her inner slut really—she only watched as he fucked her raw through the mirror he had above his bed every time.

She shivered, remembering the profuse number of times Eliezer roused her in the middle of the night and held her against his body while he buried himself deep inside her, refusing to go until he wrung out enough orgasms from her that she forgot her own name. He had such fortitude, giving her that euphoric high so many times, even as she moaned in sheer exhaustion. But she had very much relished in the fresh heights of pleasure he had taken her to.

“Oh my God,” she murmured quietly, careful as to not stir Eliezer. She wasn’t sure when, but in the midst of her musings of last night and then his bedroom, it suddenly dawned on her what she had truly done. She felt as though a pail of ice-cold water had just drenched her. She felt the nectar in her veins freeze, replaced with icy poison. I just slept with Eliezer! Eliezer Badeaux! I just slept with my boss, for Christs’ sake!

Slater would have a field day with this.

The warmth from being in his arms, under his intense gaze, and feeling his touch, ignited the fire inside her and consumed her entire being much more ardently and erotically than Ansel ever did.

Was it, dare she say, love?

No, no! She mentally shook her head, it couldn’t be! She couldn’t be in love with Eliezer.

Christ, what am I thinking?A small frown marred her delicate features. She knew she was falling for the divine man with beauteous sapphire eyes.

Eliezer stirred from his slumber and his sleep-filled eyes immediately fell upon his exquisite woman, drinking in her curves outlined by the duvet. Entranced by her elegant beauty as her skin glowed in the sunlight glinting through the curtain, his eyes glossed over her face and he stiffened when he caught sight of her glossy eyes and bottom lip between her teeth.

A faint cry left her lips and Eliezer felt his heartstring tug.

“Ange.” He whispered gently, pushing her on her back and balancing himself on either side of her head. Under the wintry gray duvet, her bare breasts brushed against his naked chest and she stared at him with wide, teary eyes and quivering lips. He stared into her eyes, cupping her jaw, and she bit her lip in hopes to keep her sobs in. His eyes were piercing, the darker ring surrounding his irises burning brightly as he searched his woman’s slate eyes. He felt his chaotic heartbeat slow as he drank in the sight of her irises shimmering with not an ounce of regret, but what he saw as longing and want. His eyebrows scrunched together. Cassiopeia felt a sudden diffidence in herself as Eliezer stared into her translucent irises quietly, feeling inescapably vulnerable.

“Cassiopeia, talk to me,” he softly begged. Her eyes fluttered closed for a split second before she flickered her gaze to the window.

“E-Eliezer.” A soft cry left her as she called his name.

“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” His worried tone made her body tremble. Seeing him so distraught wrenched her heart and she shook her head, hoping to ease his worries.

“Are you sure?” His eyes flickered down to her throat, trailing down her collarbone and her beautiful breasts. She shivered lightly when his fingers gently grazed her flesh and she moaned softly when he cupped each of her mounds before his fingers continued trailing their way down her body. His eyes focused solely on the red bites on her thighs and his touch turned ginger-like.

“Does it hurt?” Cassiopeia nearly creamed from his quiet, assertive tone; instead wincing with a soft cry of pain when he tenderly lifted her right leg, hoisting it over his waist.

“My delicate ange, I hurt you.” He whispered to himself and her eyes found his just in time to see the angry glint. Christ, he’s going to blame himself. But how would she tell him she loved last night more than the moon loved the stars without embarrassing herself?

Apparently, her mind decided for her.

“Last night was perfect, you were perfect, Eliezer.” The words tumbled past her lips before she could think. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in a small ‘o’ as he fell silent, staring at her and blinking twice in disbelief. Cassiopeia thought she had definitely embarrassed herself until a panty-dropping smirk—though her panties had been dropped since last night—curled his lips. Cassiopeia knew then she had certainly flustered herself.

“Perfect.” He rasped, making her shiver pleasurably and blush underneath him. She bit her lip, meeting his gaze through her lashes and he chuckled lightly.

“You don’t need to be shy.” He kissed her forehead, then her nose, and lastly her cherry lips that had been begging for his kiss since they roused from their slumber. “Tell me what’s on your mind.” He murmured against her now swollen lips. Her eyes stayed closed while her lips were inviting him to fuck her senselessly, but he had to know—he couldn’t get her crestfallen expression out of his mind.

“Come back.” She whined when the absence of his body heat made her shiver.

“We need to talk.” Her eyes fluttered open slowly, her expression growing tense and her irises growing dull with each passing second.

“Eliezer, please forgive me.” She said so quietly, he almost missed it.

“Forgive you? For what, darling?” His brows knitted closely together.

“Cassiopeia?” Eliezer pressed on.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” she began. “I know this was horribly out of line for me to sleep with you as someone who works for you. I understand if you want me to leave,” she rambled in a small voice. The words “work for me?” threatened to slip past his lips before he remembered. Oh right, she is my acquisition editor. Wait, did she just say leave me? Absolutely not, he mentally scoffed.

“Never,” he growled under his breath before crashing his lips to hers. She responded immediately, molding her lips with his and moaning sweetly, but he felt his heart shatter when he tasted her salty tears. Cassiopeia poured her everything, her every fiber, into the kiss that it had Eliezer pulled away, gasping for air. But she didn’t miss a second.

“I’m scared Eliezer.” She frowned and he felt his heart clawing out of his chest, leaving a painful ache from her tears. He nearly cried himself, seeing his woman so utterly shattered.

“What are you scared of?”

“I dunno,” she mumbled. “That I’ll have to leave the glasshouse, and you,” she added quietly.

“Not fucking happening, Cassiopeia,” he grated. “Je vous aime, vous êtes ma reine.”

I love you, you are my queen.

“Don’t you dare even think that. I will always want you, always need you, and you will always be enough for me,” he whispered passionately, breathing erratically. She could only stare at him, enthralled, as her chest bloomed with warmth.

“Cassiopeia, vous me contrôlez, mon corps et mon cœur sanglant, Vous me possédez, bébé. Ne me quitte jamais. Don’t ever leave me, please.”

You control me, my body, my bloody heart, you own me, baby. Don’t ever leave me.

Eliezer begged desperately as he buried his face in her neck and she merely nodded.

“Promise me, Cassiopeia.” He pleaded like a starved man and Cassiopeia nodded frantically, raking her fingers through his hair and calming him.

“Say it. Say it for me, Cassiopeia.”

“I promise, Eliezer, I’ll never leave you,” she whispered.

“Say it again, Cassiopeia.”

“Eu prometo, Eliezer, eu nunca vou dizer adeus.”

I promise I will never say goodbye.

Each word fell from her lips tantalizingly.

“Again,” he demanded, loving the way she sounded speaking her mother tongue.

“Eu prometo.” She moaned when his calloused palm roamed her body. “Até que a morte nos separe.”

I promise. Till death do us part.

Eliezer hadn’t a single idea what she was saying, but fuck, if he didn’t love it, love her, evident with his arousal pressing against her stomach and bubbling a breathless moan from her. The promising lilt of her foreign words was enough for him.

“Look at me, mon étoile filante.” Eliezer chuckled, finding her adorable as fuck. Seconds blurred into each other before Cassiopeia met his gaze, biting her lip as she smiled adorably and Eliezer merely smiled tenderly as though he knew a secret she didn’t.

“You...” he chuckled in disbelief. “You are ma femme, ma reine, mon ange, Cassiopeia.”

My woman, my queen, my angel.

She moaned hearing him speak the foreign language, sounding sexy as hell.

“And sweetheart?”

“Yes, Eliezer?”

“You are never leaving the Glasshouse because you are mine, Cassiopeia Leilani.” A bright crimson stained the apples of her cheeks as a content smile settled on her lips. But the smile fell just as quick as it came when he thrust his erection against her slick folds. Her lips parted as her head fell back against the pillow and her brows scrunched together.

“Eliezer, oh, yes, more.”

“Sopping wet, I can smell how needy your cunt is.” He groaned.

“Yes,” she mewled softly, begging him to enter her.

“Feel how hard I am for you, ange.” He grunted, grinding against her and she whimpered in need and want, thrusting her hips up.

“I want to, I do, but I can’t. You’re still very sore, Cassiopeia.” The worry crept back into his voice as he pulled away from her and cringed at himself for getting so carried away in his lust for her.

“You need a warm bath, ma douce fille.” Eliezer found himself tumbling off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock before she broke out into full-blown laughter wondering just how the brute managed to topple over the edge of the bed. His head poked up a moment later and he huffed, blinking wordlessly while his face held a lost look. Cassiopeia merely laughed harder, burying her face in her palms as her shoulders shook.

“Eliezer!” She gasped, falling silent when he picked her up in his arms. The lightning sparking through their bare skins against each other reverberated through her body.

“Time for you to have a soak,” he murmured as he walked into the en suite.

“Sit here while I run you a warm bath.” He set her down on the marble counter of his double sink vanity and she shivered, feeling the contact of her bare ass and the cold marble.

“Eliezer!” She yelled, scolding him.

“Yes?” He called to her as he filled her bath with rose and salts. She momentarily forgot why she called him once her eyes fell on his back, seeing his muscles ripple deliciously and then his bare ass, and fuck if he didn’t have one nice ass.

“Finished checking me out?” His deep voice rumbled, as he glanced over his shoulder and caught her staring at him shamelessly. A smirk stretched across his lips and her eyes rounded. A bright blush coated her cheeks as she flickered her eyes to the ceiling, breathing deeply.

“Cassiopeia,” Eliezer’s smug voice made her want to slap him, but a pout only settled on her lips, “you can check me out as much as you’d like. I check you out every second I see you,” he said nonchalantly.

“Eliezer, y-you can’t do this!” She waved her hand between the marble top and her body.

“Do what?” He asked innocently, his eyes fixated on her breasts.

“My eyes are up here!” She screamed, pouting, which Eliezer found terribly cute. “This is so-”

“But it’s ours.” He cut her off smoothly, knowing fully well she’d fall into a ramble of how unhygienic it was for her to sit on his vanity naked. But he couldn’t have been more honest if he tried; the bedroom, the en suite, hell, the entire mansion was theirs—hers, for Christs’ sake.

Because every fiber, every ounce of Eliezer, was Cassiopeia’s.

Only Eliezer had ever stayed in his mansion and even then, he almost never entered his bedroom, let alone his en suite, always falling asleep in the studio in his house, for he was a workaholic. Guilt always seeped inside his veins, he knew if Cassiopeia found he hardly ever slept, her heart would break and she’d be so unhappy with him.

“W-what?” She murmured, crossing her ankles and staring at him with a look of awe, and unbeknownst to her, a pure, wondrous expression.

“Come on, let’s get you in the warm water.” He brushed off her question, stalking over to her and taking her in his arms.

“Mmm,” she moaned softly once he set her in the bathtub and submerged herself in the warm, soothing water with her eyes fluttering close. Eliezer smiled fondly, feeling his heart bloom in warmth and erupt with love for her.

“Relax, Cassiopeia,” he said quietly, “take as much time as you’d like.” He set a fluffy gray towel on the edge of the tub and a bathrobe. Lastly, he set a flute of rosé champagne on the sill of the tub next to her and leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead.

“Fall asleep, take a nap, you need rest. Just find me once you’re done, I’ll leave some clothes for you on the bed.” His voice was a soft hum, lulling her to sleep and she nodded tiredly. Eliezer couldn’t help but smile, everything about her just made him the happiest man in the world.