Chapter 3
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I bit my lip at the promise in Enver’s words. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I used them as leverage to buck my hips toward him, trying to penetrate myself on him.
His hand immediately came down on my pelvis, holding me down. “No. I am going to take my time with you.”
“Please,” I said breathlessly.
His hand slid up to my belly button. “Here, then?”
“W-what?”
“I will bury myself this deep inside you,” he told me. “That is what you are begging for, is it not?”
My stomach fluttered. “Enver?—"
His hand moved to my face, grasping my jaw, keeping me looking up at him. The intensity of his stare only made me want him that much more. “Keep your eyes on me.”
“Yes.”
His other hand gripped my waist, holding me steady, and my breath hitched as he began to press into me, then came out in a low moan as he unhurriedly sank in, making me feel every throbbing inch of him. My eyes fluttered shut, but then his fingers dug into my jaw, a silent reminder to keep my eyes open. I forced them open, trying to breathe as he pushed further in, deeper than his fingers had reached before. Deeper than anyone had been before. My body stretched to accommodate him, the initial burn giving away to sweet friction as I made myself relax, giving in to him. He continued to move maddeningly slow, his gaze never leaving mine, making my pulse pick up in a way that had nothing to do with his languid movement. Everything felt so much more intimate like this—our eyes locked together, bodies flush, his weight pressing down on me.
He let out a soft exhale as he finally stilled, his entire length sheathed inside me. My inner walls quivered around him as I adjusted to his size, and he pulled back slightly, only to push back in with more force, drawing another moan out of me.
“See? You take me so well,” he murmured. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” I responded, my hands gripping his biceps, feeling the power in his muscles as he held himself over me. “You can move faster.”
He drew back until only his tip remained inside me, and I held my breath, anticipating a hard thrust. However, he slipped back in at the same steady pace as before. Wanting more, I lifted myself to meet him, but his hand pushed against my hip, pinning me back to the bed. I let out an impatient groan, and he chuckled, his elbow dropping to the mattress as he came closer to kiss me.
As our mouths came together again, I moaned anew, the intimacy of it both irresistible and almost devastating. I felt more connected to this stranger in that moment than I had with Julian over the course of our entire relationship. I felt more attraction, more arousal. Each idle stroke had me trembling under him in pleasure, wanting more and more. He released my hip to take my hand in his, pinning it next to my head, entwining our fingers .
I panted as we broke apart, and I stared up at Enver with half-lidded eyes as he continued his rhythmic rocking. With my free hand, I reached up to cup his firm jaw before sliding my fingers into his silky black hair, dragging my fingernails through the strands and then down his neck. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, and his hold on my hand tightened.
Then, out of nowhere, a memory of Julian struck me. Hovering over me, complaining about how he always had to do the work during sex.
I didn’t know I had a physical reaction to the memory, that I’d gone still, until Enver stopped, his hand leaving mine to touch my cheek. “All right?”
“I, um,” I started, hating how my heart hammered for the wrong reason now. “Are you tired? Should I get on top?”
“No,” Enver said, beginning to move inside me again. “Why would I ever want to give up this view? Your cheeks flushed with pleasure because of me.” He pulled back and then drove back into me with the force I asked for earlier, punching a gasp out of me. “Your eyes clouded with pleasure because of me.” Another hard thrust had my head lolling back, my eyes closing, and I moaned shamelessly. “Your lips producing such sweet sounds because of me.”
“Enver—”
“I could come just from this,” he said huskily, lips dipping down to my ear, his breath tickling me as he slowed. “Just from the sight of you writhing under me.”
His words had me clenching down on him, and this time, it was him moaning—a deep rumble in my ear, encouraging me to repeat the action, needing him to move faster, harder. I jerked my hips up toward him, my legs sliding higher on his waist, trying to draw him closer and deeper. The hand not in his hair flattened against his chest, exploring until I found his nipple. I pinched it hard, trying to goad him into action .
He groaned, jaw clenching. “Gods, you are so desperate.”
Desperate?
“So perfect.”
I twisted his nipple again and he grasped my greedy hand in his, forcing it to join my other above my head. I didn’t resist as he adjusted them, so only one of his hands held down both my wrists. His now free hand went to my thigh, gripping it firmly as he nearly pulled out of me again.
“Enver, please,” I pleaded, my hands curling into fists where he held them down. “I need?—”
“Desperation suits you,” he murmured before driving into me.
The air left my lungs with the force of his thrust, and I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath before he repeated the action again and again and again. He fucked into me with abandon now, his fingers digging into my thigh possessively as my body jolted with the force of his thrusts. I arched against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, panting as pleasure began to coil within me.
“I love the sound of you begging, but the breathless silence you surrender to when I give you what you need is just as sweet,” he said, voice rough and low.
I moaned in response. It’d never been like this. Sex with Julian hadn’t even come close to this. I didn’t think anything ever would. Each movement Enver made drove me closer to losing my mind to pleasure. Like he knew exactly what made me feel best. Exactly where made me feel best.
Enver’s hand on my thigh moved under me, pressing against my lower back to hold me closer to him, angling his hips so he could hit the spot inside me that made me toss my head from side to side, whimpers escaping my lips as he slammed into me with precision and purpose. He nearly folded me in half, my calves above my head, the muscles in my legs causing me to shake from the strain .
But any thoughts of discomfort left my head as Enver thrust into me so deeply my mouth fell open in a silent cry. My toes curled, my hands fisting at nothing. My gaze met his again, and the lust burning in it had me squeezing around him. A rough sound came from deep in his throat, and he slammed his lips against mine with bruising force. His tongue thrust into my mouth as his hips crashed against mine, and I moaned, the sound swallowed by his mouth.
A familiar tightening bloomed within me, and I kissed him more urgently. His teeth caught my bottom lip, sinking into it with just enough pressure to make me jerk against him, groaning as my head fell back. His mouth moved to my neck, teeth scraping across the tender skin there before biting down.
That, matched with his relentless pace, was too much. I could feel my orgasm building.
“I will give you this one,” he told me, lifting his lips from my skin, “but the next one you have to earn.”
I wanted to ask what he meant, but all thoughts left my head as he slipped a hand between us, his thumb swiping across my clit. Another whimper escaped me as he skillfully stroked it, my legs shaking from both the strain of my muscles and the effect of his touch.
My orgasm approached me swiftly and strongly. I cried out sharply, my body convulsing beneath his as it swept over me. He kept moving through it, and I struggled, overwhelmed, clenching around him as a second wave hit. For a second, I actually thought I was going to pass out, unable to get air into my lungs from the overpowering sensations. I had never come with someone inside me before. It was so different from how I usually got myself off after Julian and I were done. More intense. Like I was losing control.
“Breathe,” Enver said, slowing his movements but not pulling out of me .
I hadn’t realized I’d stopped breathing. I took a deep breath, letting it out shakily.
“There you go,” he praised. Sweat beaded on his forehead, sliding down his perfect skin. “So good for me.”
As the aftershocks faded, Enver repositioned himself so my shaking legs could rest on the bed. It took me a moment to realize that both his hands were now in sight again, trailing across my stomach, but my hands remained pinned. When I raised my chin to look above me, Enver grasped it, pulling it back down so I met his gaze again.
“I want to touch you,” I said, my voice sounding absolutely wrecked.
Enver’s length throbbed inside me at my words. “How could I say no?”
I tested my hands again and found I could now move them. My brows furrowed, but before I could think more about it, Enver ground himself into me before retreating off the bed, leaving me empty and yearning. He grabbed my calves, dragged me to the edge of the bed, and raised my legs up so my ankles rested on his shoulders. The new position had me tensing, but he slipped back into me easily, his hands moving to my feet, massaging them soothingly for a moment, giving me time to adjust.
The minute I relaxed, he picked up the pace again, pounding into me, and my hands flew to his thighs, his muscles flexing under my touch as I clung to him for support. The sensitivity from my orgasm and the position made everything feel new again. Every thrust punched a moan out of me, and I held onto him tightly.
“You went to the club searching for something tonight.”
It took me a moment to realize he spoke. I tried to find enough breath to speak. “W-what?”
“I could feel it,” he said, fingers curling around my ankles, spreading my legs open. “Your pain. Your despair. ”
“What?” I said again, distracted by the way his heavy gaze dipped down to where our bodies joined. A blush burned on my cheeks, but instead of trying to close my legs again, I let my head flop back, eyes closing, giving in to the pleasure.
“I can give you what you so desperately crave,” he continued.
What I crave?
“But you need to do something for me first, my little lover.”
I choked on a gasp as he released one of my ankles to circle my clit lightly with his pointer finger. Not enough pressure to give me what I wanted, only enough to leave me wanting. “Enver!”
“Eleanora,” he murmured, applying a little more pressure, but still not enough.
“Ah,” I whimpered, trying to grind against his finger.
“The pleasure is not consuming you fully, is it? You can still understand me?”
I nodded, but I barely registered his words. “Yes. Please, Enver, I need?—”
“I will give you what you want.” His thumb replaced his pointer finger, rubbing my clit in small, slow circles, making me squirm. His thrusts slowed again, adding to my frustration as he stopped completely. “I will give you so much more than that if you let me.”
“Please,” I said, my fingernails digging into his flesh.
A ghost of a smirk crossed his face before disappearing. He leaned in closer to me, eyes dark and piercing. “I need you to say it.”
“Say what ?” I asked, exasperated and desperate. “God, will you just fuck—” I couldn’t finish my sentence as he drove into me while moving his thumb against my clit with the friction I was coming to love.
“Come with me,” he urged roughly .
I clung to him, moaning loudly, unable to do anything else as he fucked me.
“You will have what you desire,” he promised, his voice growing more and more strained. “And I will have you.”
He’ll have me?
“I can be everything you need—everything you want. I will love you. That is what you crave, is it not? To be loved?”
Love? I clenched around him, wetness beading at the corner of my eyes from the intensity of his pace. I could feel something nagging at the back of my mind. How did he know? How?—
“Enver!” I inhaled sharply as something circled and pinched my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight between my legs, adding to the pleasure building inside me. But I could still see his hands holding my ankles, so what…?
When I tried to look down, I found myself unable to move my head, only able to stare up at Enver as he continued to pound into me. His angle changed, and every thought left my head but the feeling of my impending orgasm. My body shook uncontrollably and my hands slid from Enver’s arms, falling limply at my sides.
“Gods,” he groaned. “ Gods . Come with me. It could be like this forever, my little lover. Forever . Until the world falls down.”
“I…” I tried to speak, my body tensing, eyes rolling back as pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. The world dulled around me, nothing mattering but the need to come.
A pressure on my throat pulled me back to the present, making me aware of the way Enver watched me, his eyes dark and his face shadowed.
“Say yes,” he commanded. “Say yes, and I will allow you to come.”
“Yes!” I cried immediately, and something shifted between us. Something intangible and powerful that had me trembling in the wake of its arrival. “Yes, please, yes ! ”
His pace stuttered, a choked groan escaping him. “Good,” he rasped. “Now come.”
It was all it took to bring me over the edge. “Enver!” I whimpered, my nails tearing into the bedsheets, my vision darkening.
Enver didn’t make a sound as he climaxed, kissing me roughly instead, his warmth flooding me as he lurched into me one last time. My hands went to his back, crushing him on top of me as we both rode out our orgasms. When he finally broke the kiss, he panted against my neck, his breath ragged.
My heart beat frantically between us, but I couldn’t feel his, making me wonder how I was so much more exhausted than he was, when he’d done most of the work. But my thoughts were disrupted as he pulled out of me. I gritted my teeth, sore now, and Enver moved next to me, throwing his arm over my waist. I curled toward him, chasing his warmth, my face pressed against his chest.
“Can I stay the night?” I whispered into his skin, weariness washing over me.
His hand slid into my hair, and he idly played with it. “You will stay forever.”
The finality of his words sounded like a promise. One I smiled at initially, believing it to be a hint of his desire to repeat the night. Yet, the word stuck in my mind, repeating over and over as sleep weighed down on me.
Forever .
Forever .
“Rest now,” Enver murmured, and the exhaustion grew heavier, my eyes drifting closed. “You will need it.”