5
Her masterpiece hanging over the mantle in the living room was easily envisioned and duly noted.
With low lids and unsteady breathing, she asked, “Hm?”
“We are arriving.”
We’d reached our destination. The familiar scent of nothingness the water carried settled his heart. The comfort it provided was the reason I’d purchased property and had a home built on the edge of the city where water was plentiful and the views were immaculate. Seclusion was among the reasons I’d chosen the location as well.
Hidden in plain sight.
Carefully, I gathered her limbs in my hands with her shoes dangling from my middle and forefingers. The bag she’d brought along hung over my shoulder. It wasn’t until we’d crossed the threshold, made it through the main wing, and entered the left wing of my home where a pole had been placed within the last twenty-five minutes that I lowered her.
A lone chair was a mere three feet away from it. An unopened bottle of Brandy sat beside it, along with a glass. Eden’s feet touched the marble floors beneath us.
Slowly, she pushed forward. Seduction oozed from her frame. She was naturally gifted with a presence that was as alluring as it was addictive. I wasn’t a user, but I’d be damned if I hadn’t found a drug worth giving a try.
“Where am I?”
Eyes still covered, she turned in a circle as if she could see.
“Feels big… broad. Tell me,” she said just above a whisper.
Chemistry. My name resurfaced.
Chemistry.
Chemistry.
Chemistry.
I wanted the syllables to fall from her lips. Roll off her tongue. Coat her skin. Smear her makeup. Fill her to capacity.
She was becoming the exception. Rapidly growing on me, in me, through me, with me. I’d known her less than three hours and was certain she’d have my last name.
There wasn’t a woman in Clarke who hadn’t gone to school with me, filled out my medical forms, issued my identification, or was part of my family who even knew I had a fucking last name.
Or a first one.
Names weren’t important. Positions were. Benefits were. Funds were.
Home.
“My home.”
She was the first to enter and would be the last. She didn’t need those details. Not yet, at least. When time permitted, she’d know everything she needed to know. For now, all she needed was the surround sound and those fucking shoes she once wore.
This wasn’t the stage she’d anticipated performing on, but it was the only one she’d be allowed to wind her body and claim her victim. On this stage, funds were endless. Bills didn’t run low. And ones were insulting. Twenties replaced them. And behind the chair I was in pursuit of, was a bag full of them motherfuckers.
“Can I?”
The fire continued to smolder. It was much more manageable than it was two hours ago. However, the small flame was evident. Given the right amount of oxygen, it would rage, again. I’d be waiting. My lesson hadn’t been learned. For Eden, with Eden, I wanted to burn.
“Yes.”
She slid the blindfold from her head, allowing it to fall on the floor next to her bare feet. She angled her body in my direction, a smirk lining her precious lips. Darkness traced them, making them appear bigger, sexier.
“Put that shit back on and meet me right over there.”
My strides were pointless. I didn’t go far. Couldn’t. The allure of Eden wouldn’t allow it.
“Mister,” she muttered.
“Chocolate.”
Smile lines creased the outer corners of her eyes. “Chocolate?”
“The dark kind. Rich in flavor. Royal. A step above milk chocolate. More memorable. Intriguing. Sexy, in so many ways. Good alone but better paired.”
Circling her, I memorized every visible feature on her body. My body. Like a substance in my lab, I studied her. Stalked her. And quickly determined just how I could improve her. Though she was fine without improvements, she deserved pieces of the world that hadn’t been accessible in the past. She deserved flowers.
A fucking garden, I corrected.
A home. A wrist that froze time, literally. Diamonds on her skin. A dedicated team to service her every need–hair, makeup, manicure, pedicure, meals, what-the-fuck-ever. Cars. Whichever one her heart desired. A driver. A bank account the size of mine. Anything. Everything. Fuck, Eden. I could hardly contain myself as our gazes locked.
“Unforgiving. Smooth. Thick. Addictive.”
A son.
“I’d agree.”
You have no idea, baby. The things I have in store for you.
“You don’t have to.”
“I do.”
“Good, then.”
“I have a feeling I’ve bitten off much more than I can chew.”
“I can confirm with utter confidence.”
Her smile deepened, reaching her eyes and cheeks. Even her posture improved.
“Your addiction to the thrill will be the death of us, Eden.”
“Won’t it be a beautiful one?”
Within a second, my fingers had spread around her neck. I pulled her closer, watching as her neck slacked, rolling backward. Her flesh was beckoning for me. Giving in, my lips met the first layer of her skin.
My teeth waited to meet the second, possibly the third. My hunger for her was apparent. But I settled my desires by flattening my tongue and running it across her neck, ending near her ear.
“Ummmm.”
“Get dressed.”
“Release me and I will.”
I can’t. Physically, yes. Mentally, I refused.
Dark, devilish eyes peered up at me. She was in no hurry to leave my presence. I wasn’t in a hurry to let her.
Those lips, they wouldn’t let me. There hadn’t been a pair my dick stood for in my lifetime. Not a pair I craved. Not a pair I adored. Not a pair…
“Ed–”
They pressed against mine, against my will. Her tongue entered my mouth, stealing my breath and feasting on her remnants. I could still taste it. Taste her.
Hungrily, she consumed me. It wasn’t until she was full, at capacity, that she pulled away. Breathlessly, I sucked in a lung full of oxygen.
Everything inside of me had awakened and I had the right mind to bend her ass over and break her in half. However, I was a man of my word.
Niggas were willing to pay. I was willing to pay more.
I needed her to understand that shit, write it down, and take a mental picture if necessary. Whatever she needed to do to understand there wasn’t a nigga in the world fucking with me. Not on the first night or the last. Not ever.
“Goodbye, Eden.”
I nodded toward the door where she should’ve been long ago. With my right hand, I tried wiping evidence of her gratification from my lips, from my face. I only smeared that shit.
Pissed, I watched her walk away, fighting the urge to pull her tall ass to the ground by that long ass ponytail until she fell to her knees and filled her mouth with something other than my tongue. I promise I had something better. Something bigger. Something blacker.
Slowly, she ripped my flesh with each step. Intentionally exposing me. Intentionally stripping me. Intentionally luring me. Intentionally fucking with me.
Her ponytail swung from one side to the other, dramatic as she was. As our connection was. As our night had been.
The fucking devil wears red bottoms.
I shed the coat. The hoodie was next. Beneath it was a solid white shirt. My chain sat atop my chest. I discarded my belongings before taking a seat. When I opened the Brandy, I placed the bottle to my lips and sipped. She’d left me empty, thirsting for more.
The glass on the table sufficed for a while. I tipped it toward my face a few times before the slender figure appeared across the room. The threshold of the door housed her silhouette.
The automatic connection to my phone made the application of music simple. A few buttons and the speakers were activated. That smoldering fire within her was reactivated.
Full force. Unmanageable. Uncontainable. Unpredictable.
“Something’s got a hold on me lately. No, I don’t know myself anymore. Feels like the walls are all closing in and the devil’s knocking at my door.”
My thoughts. My feelings. My fears. My troubles. My faults. My sentiments. They were spilled over the beat that built intensely.
Money rained down on her. It didn’t take but a second for me to determine I’d give her the entire bag. Lending my attention to anything other than her seemed to be against whatever rules she’d made up in her little head. Because, before I could reach for more, she’d kicked the bag away from me.
Goddamn. Eden spared me none. She was on me, fingers trailing my skin as she stared me dead in the eye, making my soul curl and my dick ooze. Hardened nipples doubled the saliva in my mouth. When she snatched the top off completely, it all dried.
The thong was next. As if she was in a hurry to break my bones, clutch my balls… key my heart–she stripped down to her skin. My skin. That fucking skin.
“Did I tell you I’m no good at being alone? Yeah. It’s taking a toll on me. Trying my best to keep from tearing the skin off my bones.”
Pussy lips greeted me as she bent over, grabbing both ankles. Her flexibility was commendable. I made a mental note to bend her, fold her in every goddamn direction.
Effortlessly, she disrupted me. Wholly. Nothing was intact. Not a single part of me. I became undone watching her.
She was magic. She was mystical. She was un-fucking-believable.
There’s just no way, I protested. The distance was too much to ask of her. She gave me no air, staying close and giving me the best angles as she twisted and turned.
Eden bore no fear. Her confidence was part of her show. It was the only thing she wore at the moment. Shit looked good on her.
Delirium. Her naked body swaying to the beat catapulted me into unfamiliar territory. The room grew warmer. My skin crawled with bumps. Swallowing, I tried hydrating the dryness of my throat.
Scorching. Her fire was choking me, depriving me of oxygen. Dewy skin dampened my shirt. The room continued to shrink in size. The heat continued to rise.
“I lose control when you’re not next to me. I’m falling apart right in front of you. Can’t you see?”
Fuck. A foot rested beside me. Her hand tilted my head backward. The yearning within me intensified. I wanted every fucking part of her in my hands… in my mouth. I craved entry into every hole in her body.
I wanted… needed to gut her of everything that was troubling her. Everything that had ever troubled her. End anyone who had ever troubled her.
“Problematic. The problem is, I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit.”
Fucking impossible. She was perfection. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was above her.
In some lifetime, she’d been mine. I’d been hers, too. The way my body responded to her, submitted to her, let me know it had encountered her in another world. But, not even time had been enough for me to forget her.
“I lose control.”
Now. Unable to wait another second to have Eden, I lifted her in one swift motion. My legs didn’t stop moving when I exited the room. Not as I rushed through the long hallway. Not as we entered the main wing. Not when I entered my bedroom.
It wasn’t until I was in front of my bed and her body pounded against the sheets. They lifted as she fell onto them. My chest rose and sank with each breath I took and each one I released.
Entering Eden would be hell. I’d burn. And I’d burn. And I’d burn some more. But, I’d be damned if her pit wouldn”t be a grand resting place.
My hand was around her neck in a flash. Her lips were against mine. In synchronization, we silently confessed our desperation. I’d never been desperate for a fucking thing until her.
I lowered my pants and pushed my boxers along with them. I hardly wanted to remove my shirt. It meant parting our lips. Even if briefly, it felt torturous.
And when my demon was finally unleashed, her heart rate sped. I could feel it against my chest as I felt her pussy against my achiness. Long, slim fingers curled around my dick.
“Baby.” She breathed against my lips.
“I’m fucking throbbing, Eden.” The low, disgruntled statement was followed by a single word that dazed me.
Baby. A term of endearment. A term I used for the women who meant most to me. A term I didn’t easily expel but had at least once tonight. Maybe twice. It wasn’t until the current moment that I’d come to the realization.
She gave me little time to gather myself. Spreading her legs, she built bay windows with her eyes, preparing them for the viewing of my soul. Up and down, she rubbed my dick against her wetness.
She was soaking. For me. For my dick. For my entry. For my time. For my attention.
“Fuck me,” she begged, softly, eyes never leaving mine.
I struggled to tear away from her needy orbs, but the view of my dick sliding across her slipperiness made it worth the trouble. The pinkness was a perfect match for her chocolate skin. I watched as she guided me to her entryway where I sat, anxiously awaiting my ending.
“Put ’em in.”
Her assistance wasn’t required, but I wasn’t ready for the coolness of our surroundings to replace her fingers as I slid in. Obliging, she broke her barriers, accepting me into her fold.
Everything around me stilled. Not even I could move. She’d taken me captive. Her pussy made silent promises to never let me go. I believed every fucking word.
Goddamn, Choc.
At once, she claimed me for eternity. Not even another lifetime would stop me from finding her again. Falling for her again. This one had proved our union was beyond all realms of life. It was inevitable. I’d be looking forward to the next.
“Miiiiisster.”
Chemistry. My features rushed to the center of my face as her warmth embraced me. She left gratuity on my dick, coating it with generosity.
Her thanks made sliding in and out of her an effortless motion. To my dismay, lubrication was the least of my worries. It was almost useless because, like everything around me, I’d grown still. Paralyzed with pleasure. Any movement would cause an explosion.
“Fuck.”
I closed my eyes, finding solace in a new place. Cool water came up to my chest as visions of the open sea enhanced my mobility. The fear of cumming prematurely subsided.
When I reopened my eyes, there she was. Though I’d never see the pearly gates, she was my little piece of heaven. Nothing had ever felt so freeing, so transcendental.
Eden.A supernatural being. She was ineffable. Mystical. Extramundane.
High cheekbones led to a fierce set of eyes that were wide and wondrous. Her skin was immaculate. Her limbs went on forever. There wasn’t a part of her I’d discovered that I didn’t like… that I didn’t love. Not in an emotional capacity, but in general. Her physique was almost impossible not to fall headfirst for. And that shit made my flesh crawl with both desire and disgust.
Slow strokes made her toes curl and her eyes disappeared somewhere in her head. Her pussy pulled me back in every time I pulled back. It was a death trap.
“Fuuuuuuuck.”
When I felt my nut rising, I fought against the current to eject myself. I tapped my dick on her clit. Her body jolted each time I landed on the swollen bulb.
“Plea–”
“Shut th–fuck up, Ede–”
My eyebrows creased on my forehead as I closed my eyes briefly and shook my head from one side to the other. I needed silence. Her voice would only lure me closer to the ledge.
Tap. Her wetness echoed in the darkness.
Tap.
Tap. Her mouth slacked.
“Ummmm.”
Tap. She reeked of sultriness. It oozed from her center. It beamed in her eyes.
Tap.
“Uhhhhhhhh.”
I plunged deep into her.
Shit.