Eliezer’s Ange by Eden Auclair
XXV
cassiopeia is twenty-two
she is a second-year masters in university
Cassiopeia trudged downthe grand staircase of his home with a cute pout etched on her face. His home brought her a blooming warmth and the more she saw, the more she fell in love.
She had relaxed for just about an hour in her bath before she had enough. Once she threw on his fluffy robe and tied the knot, she entered his bedroom, not surprised to find it empty. Instead, a blush coated her cheeks when she found his clothes folded neatly on the edge of the bed for her.
She huffed. His clothes were ridiculously huge on her tiny frame, but she couldn’t stop the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach and she relished in the feeling of home that it gave her.
She didn’t know where she was going since he only said to simply find him, but the delectable scent of breakfast found her and had her navigating her way through his loft home to the kitchen. Her brows crinkled as she drank in the little details—there weren’t pieces of Eliezer dusting his home. Instead, there was lots of contemporary decor, but she could only find a photograph or two of a young Elie.
When she made it to the archway of the kitchen, her eyes widened and her mouth watered, taking in the sight of the copious amount of food covering his island counter. Her eyes found Eliezer, raking her glowing wintry irises over the rippling muscles of his back and undressing him from his Calvin boxers in her mind. Lastly, her eyes fell on two tall, empty glasses on the counter and a small smile tugged at her lips.
“You look beautiful, Cassiopeia.” His deep voice kindled an inferno in her stomach and her eyes snapped to his figure, standing just before her. She raked her eyes over his body and felt herself grow aroused seeing his prodding erection.
“Eliezer, hi.” She murmured shyly, lowering her head and leaving her messy hair to create a curtain around her face.
“Ange, don’t ever hide your sweet blush from me.” Eliezer put two fingers under her chin and lifted her head. “You look better in my clothes than I do,” he muttered distractedly with his eyes fixated on her lips. A smirk spread across his lips when he felt her hard breathing as he thumbed her bottom lip.
“Can I kiss you, darling?” The corner of his lips quirked up and she grinned, nodding when she saw the playful glint in his eyes. She moaned softly when their lips collided in a soft, sensual kiss. Eliezer groaned against her lips. His hands rested under her ass and she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist and rolling her hips against his, making his steps falter back until his back leaned against a wall. Her hands intertwined at the back of his neck and he tilted his head up to make it easier for her as she kissed him hungrily.
“You look so sexy in my clothes, I love it.” He rasped and her full lips tugged in an arrogant grin.
“My little vixen.” Eliezer murmured against her lips, breathlessly. “Let’s eat.” Cassiopeia nodded happily, burying her face in his jugular and leaving feathery kisses against his flesh. “My mother always loves making a classic French-style breakfast. Every morning we’d come to the kitchen to find that she freshly made breakfast, the table would be filled with plates of food just like this.” His eyes flickered over to his counter filled with food he had just made for her.
“She sounds lovely.” Cassiopeia beamed as her eyes lit up and wore a brilliant smile.
“She is.” He couldn’t help but smile cheekily.
“Is Eliezer a mama’s boy?” Cassiopeia questioned teasingly, though her smile only grew. He smiled adorably, nodding enthusiastically and a soft aw left her lips.
“I’ve held onto those etiquettes I suppose, it was always my mother and I in the kitchen,” he said. “But you’re a queen, my queen, mon amour, and I want to give you everything you deserve, the world, so I guess I started by making you breakfast.” He murmured the last part, letting the words tumble past his lips in a rush and Cassiopeia gasped.
“Eliezer, you’re blushing!” She exclaimed with her soft voice, poking his cheek just as soft, and Eliezer couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“You are such an angel.” He said through his laughter, setting her down atop the counter where the two empty glasses were along with blends and ingredients for tea and coffee. He stepped in between her legs, sensually running his hands up and down her thighs. Cassiopeia kissed his lips softly before pulling away with a smile and sliding off the counter. Together, they got lost in the little bubble of their daily ritual—her making his coffee and him making her tea refresher.
“There are croissants, pain au chocolat, baguettes, jam, honey, and butter. There’s honeyed fruit salad, brouillade de truffes, and even though we have our drinks, there’s chocolate Chaud. Leftovers are for tonight,” he said promisingly. As they devoured the succulent and richly sweet breakfast, her symphonic giggles could be heard echoing through the spirited mansion—purely because of Cassiopeia, she had illuminated the home with a light so scintillating.
“Eliezer?”
“Yes?” Eliezer replied as he finished washing the wares in the sink. They had finished breakfast and he had collected their plates, cups, and utensils to wash, giving her no room to argue despite her soft begs.
“I have to go to class today,” she said quietly. Just as the words left her lips, Eliezer had swiveled on his heels, drying his hands on the kitchen towel.
“Bébé,no,” he said blankly, storming over to her. He was teasing her.
For the most part.
Her face fell.
“But-”
“I know you have to,” he murmured, hugging her from behind, “but I don’t want you to,” he whined like a little boy. Cassiopeia smiled tenderly, her eyes crinkling in the corners and she merely hummed.
“I don’t want to let go of you,” he continued whining boyishly.
“But I have to,” she replied, feigning exasperation.
“But,” he whined again.
“Eliezer.” A slow smile crept on her face from their banter.
“No.”
“You’re not my daddy,” she said in a sultry tone.
“Since you brought it up…” He bit the flesh of her neck softly, soothing the pain by sucking and kissing the spot and eliciting a soft gasp from her.
“Eliezer, I have class and you have work to do,” she huffed.
“Yes, you’re right,” he said as though he completely forgot, though she knew that was absolutely not the case, “I do have work to do, and I plan on getting in done in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, everywhere in this house every day and every night.” He caressed her breasts, cupping them through her bralette. When his hands found their way underneath his jersey, she had no idea. But she wasn’t falling for his seduction.
“Eliezerrr.” Cassiopeia whined this time.
“No.”
“Eliezer, yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I have to take you to your class and pick you up after.”
“Yes, perfect.” She nodded enthusiastically.
He hummed as though he was really pondering and then he responded. “Still no.”
“Eliezer.” Her voice was a low growl. Eliezer just grinned against the flesh of her neck.
“I just want to hold you in my arms. I want to spend every second cherishing you,” he said softly. Eliezer knew he couldn’t keep her from going to class, he would never. But he never said he was an honorable gentleman and he certainly never said he wasn’t selfish when it came to Cassiopeia.
“But I’m coming back tonight.” She whined. He still wasn’t too keen on being away from her.
“Oh? Are you?” He asked darkly, teasing her.
“I-I...” She blushed madly. “I just thought, I’m sorry, I dunno,” she muttered, closing her eyes and attempting to control her erratic heartbeat and breathing.
“I’m teasing.” He chuckled lightly. “You’re certainly coming here tonight, if you thought you were going anywhere else, you thought wrong.” He said plainly and she felt herself flush.
“And I’ll tell you a secret,I have never slept as good as I did last night and that’s just because you were there, lying in my arms, our bodies flush against each other. You,Cassiopeia, are my ange. I’ve said it countless times and I’ll say it forever, jusqu’au jour où je mourrai,” he whispered against her flesh as his head was still buried in her jugular.
Until the day I die.
“Você significa o Mundo para mim, Eliezer.”
You mean the world to me.
She murmured, feeling suddenly tearful.
“But I still need to go to class.” She suddenly chimed in a sing-song voice and grinned when his eyes darkened.
“Fuck!For Christ’s sake, woman.” He groaned, lifting his head. She swiveled in her barstool to face him, tilting her head up to meet his eyes since he towered over her still.
“Eliezer, please.” She pouted, staring right in his mesmerizing diamond pools and giving him her best doe-eyed, puppy face look. He stared down at her in a daze for what felt like an eternity before he grunted.
“Fine, fuck, fine.” He uttered, whining and a wide, foolish smile broke out on her face as she squealed happily and reached up and threw her hands around his neck, hugging him tightly. He coughed, once, on purpose.
“What am I going to do with you baby?” He sighed, shaking his head though he had a small smile tugging the ends of his lips. “I’m beginning to believe you want to leave me.” He pouted once they parted and Cassiopeia smiled wickedly.
“Never.” She winked.
Eliezer had a smug smile. “I knew I would have you coming back for more, just not this soon.” Her jaw dropped as she blushed beetroot red.
“You are adorable,” he chortled.
“I know.” She nodded with a cheeky smile. “I just need to run to my loft to get my things, and your clothes are too big.” She wrinkled her nose.
Eliezer smirked. “I love seeing you in them.”
I love being in them, a voice said in her head and she merely blushed as he left the kitchen.
§
“E-LEE-YAZE-ER!” Cassiopeia screechedfrom her bedroom in her loft, making his eyes widen horrifically in her kitchen, almost dropping the tall glass he held.
“Yes?” The loft fell silent and his brows crinkled as he finished making her a second glass of tea for class.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” she screamed as she entered the kitchen. He arched a brow, holding her glass for her as he caught sight of her face flushed and peered at her chest as it rose and fell erratically. He gave her a curious look once he drank in her fit—Adidas Tiro 19 joggers and a white ribbed turtleneck.
Her eyes widened as she gave him an expectant look but his eyebrows only knitted close together. She just sighed in exasperation, throwing her hands in the air. Cassiopeia turned on her heels, storming through her living room and huffing as she gathered her stuff, not sparing a single word to Eliezer. His jaw dropped as he watched her step out of her loft, his Audi keys in hand. He followed her after a few moments of feeling utterly lost, closing her door behind him.
“A whole turtleneck in eighty-nine-degree weather.” Cassiopeia grumbled quietly as she sipped her tea and he drove. Eliezer almost halted the car, but stopped himself, choosing to stare at her from the corner of his eye as his jaw hung ajar.
“Eyes on the freeway, Badeaux,” she uttered, eyeing him from the corner of her eyes.
His eyes flickered back to the turnpike. “Cassiopeia-”
“Because of you!
“You... you ruined my skin,” she screamed, blushing. Eliezer fell into full-blown laughter, even throwing his head back. Cassiopeia shyly looked down on her lap, hoping to hide her crimson face.
“You’re adorable you know.” She pouted.
“I simply claimed my woman,” he said cockily. Cassiopeia shot daggers at him. He merely laughed heartily, his shoulders shaking.
“Oh! Just so I don’t forget, I will return your clothes once I wash them.”
He scoffed as if she just entertained the most absurd idea. “They’re yours to keep.”
“Oh, thank you.” She murmured, blushing madly and peering out the window, into the blue skies as the wind whipped her hair in her face. Eliezer smiled at the sight.
“We’re here.” He said, halting her soft melodious singing, once they were in front of her university hall. She frowned for a moment before picking up her bag and cradling her books and laptop in her right arm and holding her drink in her hand.
“I’ll see you later, Eliezer,” she said in her soft voice, smiling.
“Wait.” Cassiopeia turned around slightly to meet his gaze and Eliezer wasted no time leaning over the center console, smashing his lips to her in a searing, promising kiss. She moaned in his mouth and he pulled away. “I’ll see you later, Cassiopeia.” He smirked seeing her flustered expression.
§
—later—
“Eliezer!” Her sweet, though wild, laughter rang throughout their home as he brought her French sweet after sweet to taste as he prepared dinner. “You’re giving me too many sweets.” She laughed wildly. His ceramic kitchen clock read five past seven. After her classes, he picked her up as promised and they drove back to his home. She was settled in the red bar stool by the island counter, dressed in a pair of her yoga shorts and his Malibu Rum crewneck, feeling comfy as ever in the cool air.
“We haven’t even had dessert yet, this is nothing.” He chuckled as he moved around the kitchen skilfully.
“Dessert? Dessert? Eliezer! Please let me help you.” She whined just as she had been for the past hour.
“No,” he laughed, his back to her, tossing up his skillet, “you’ve had a tiring day and I’m almost done.”
“But you said dessert?”
“Dessert has been ready since earlier,” he replied, washing his hands.
“Eliezer, I have been right here in this barstool for the past hour and a half while you refuse my help and I didn’t see you make dessert unless I’m blind,” she murmured, squinting her eyes and looking around the kitchen.
“I left the office a bit earlier.” He grinned cheekily over his shoulder and she hit her head against the counter. Eliezer laughed at his girl’s expense, finishing the last of his dinner plates and then laying them on the island.
“Dinner is served.” Eliezer said and her head shot up. Her eyes fell upon the platters and her eyes gleamed. “We have baguettes with cervelle de canut, cod accras, soupe à l’oignon, Basque-style fish with green peppers and manila clams, provençal stuffed squid, and for dessert, Paris-Brest,” he said, gesturing at each platter and her jaw fell.
“Close your mouth,my cock is for later.” He winked whilst she choked on the water she was sipping.
“You are insatiable, Eliezer.” She uttered.
“For you? Yes.” Her cheeks bloomed with pink and Eliezer laughed, getting two artisanal plates from his cupboard. Just like this morning, he filled her plate first, giving her before his and then settling in his stool.
“Thank you for dinner, Eliezer.” She smiled.
“Always, ange.”
§
“I want this moment to be only ours.” Eliezer chuckled softly hearing her faint whisper as she held her big hand in her small one and traced circles on his skin with her thumb. The little vintage double bell clock on his nightstand read midnight. They were cuddled together in his bed, watching Pretty Little Liars—Cassiopeia’s wish. He was sitting with his back against the headboard whilst she was in his lap, her head against his chest.
“You are obsessed.” Eliezer couldn’t help but laugh a bit louder.
“Shh, you’re interrupting!” She whisper-yelled.
“Godddddd,” Cassiopeia whined, “Ezra is so hot,” she sighed halfway through their fourth episode.
“Hotter than me, Cassiopeia?” Feigned jealousy laced his voice. “Christ, you’re soaking, maybe I’ll have to be your teacher sometime if it gets you this hot baby.” He trailed his fingers inside her yoga shorts and inside her panties, finding her soaking heat.
“And what are you gonna teach me?” She bit sassily.
His grin was roguish. “We could have a few extra lessons for you after hours. I’ll let you suck on my cock for extra credit and you’ll master riding my face and making yourself come and riding my cock if you want to pass class. I’ll teach you to take it from behind…” he trailed.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned and threw his head back, “you’re clenching my fingers so hard baby,” he murmured. “You love this, don’t you?”
“Eu acho que estou apaixonado por você.”
I think I’m in love with you.
Cassiopeia nodded in his neck and whimpered, weak in his hold as he fucked her with his fingers. She placed light, feathery kisses along the flesh of his neck, hoping to express just how deep her emotions bled for him and stilling as he brought her to a high. Eliezer’s arousal pressed against her ass and ground her hips against him.
“Good girl.” he hummed. “Look at me, Cassiopeia,” he demanded. She lifted her head just in time for their lips to collide in a warm kiss.
Later, as they lay in the darkness with their faces, bodies, her curves, and his contours merely illuminated by the moonlight, their night was filled with unending love. The moonlight glistened in the ocean, meanwhile, the stars were out dancing in the sky.
—02:14 am—
They fell into their pillow talks filled with sleepy voices, soft giggles, and laughter, though they were both slowly succumbing to sleep. But a soft ding from her cell startled her wide awake for a split second before her eyes fluttered close. Blindly reaching across her nightstand, she brought her cell to her face, squinting for mercy and blinking hastily as she checked the notification. Reading the text, Cassiopeia felt her heart drop to her stomach.
i’m flying you out this weekend amor xo
—ansel