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Hovering over him, I took in the way his lids drooped, his gaze sending shocks buzzing through my veins until I was hot, almost quivering.
He was only looking at me, yet his gaze alone had me trembling.
I pulled him close to me, gaze darting from his eyes to his lips and back. En's lips parted slightly when they brushed against mine, slowly, almost taunting. He watched me with an emotion that made me melt until I was firmly pressed against him, mind hazy with the awareness of him.
He was all I could think about; his scent, his burning gaze, his warm body soobedientand powerful,waitingfor me to make the move. But I was still hesitant because this was En. I could not recall a moment when En and I had been close and intimate like this. There was nothing that could guide me because this was En; rough, aggressive, unpredictable En.
The fact that he was so still, almost as if he was trulywaitingfor me was the only reason I was hesitating. Because the last time he’d been so docile, he’d decided to paint my upper body with bites.
I played with the silky strands of his hair. My lips caressed his lightly, and he followed, parting his lips for me and angling his head back, granting me more access. My body thrummed and my eyes closed. His skin was too warm to let me think of anything but him, and I grasped his hair tighter, tugged on the strands until his head was bent back more so I could kiss him better. Slow and sweet and soft to show my appreciation for what he’d done for me.
His breathing was steady, deep puffs that weren’t quite as ragged as mine. It resonated in my head, teasing my senses until I rubbed my body against him with purpose because I wanted him to think of nothing but me.I wanted him lost. I wanted him to struggle to work his lungs like I was.
I wanted to feel more of him.
The sharp, scratchy sound of claws dragging against stone came in slow and faint. But rather than threatening, it was… it made me warmer, made me sigh into his mouth as I pressed against him more.
But I knew En’s patience would only last for so long. He didn’t have much of it to begin with, but I still voiced a sound of frustration when he slipped his tongue inside my mouth; when he decided to tease as well, muscles tense and taut under me as his hand curled around the nape of my neck.
My attention was broken in half. One part of me felt hot by the way his lips coaxed mine to open, and the other shivered at the fingers that rolled leisurely down my spine, palm resting flat at the bottom of my back. He pulled me even closer until my lungs squeezed. I gasped, holding his hair tighter to steady myself.
I was meant to be in control, but it was as if I was the one being played; hands, lips, and tongue riling me up gradually until I was a needy, gasping mess, and I didn’t like it.
One of my hands left his hair and slowly fell down his neck, caressing his hot skin using the lightest pressure until my hand rested on his chest. I pushed him back with all my strength and climbed higher as he fell on his back. I gazed down at him and his kiss-bitten lips and his scorching eyes before leaning down and dragging my tongue from his throat to just below his chin.
A soft hum of delight vibrated in my throat when his scent flooded my senses, the taste of his skin lingering on my tongue. And for a brief moment I consideredbitinghim.
I glanced up, meeting his hypnotic gaze, and when I blinked next, I was staringupat him, the coldness of the ground a sharp contrast against my heated skin.
“Don’t look at me with such eyes, little Elf,” he said, his rumbling voice so thick and deep I could have lost myself to that alone, but his eyes… his eyes pinned me down with such an intensity it had me panting. He lowered his face, his mouth opening over my neck, teeth barely making a scratch. “They make me want to doverybad things to you.”
And alarmingly, in that moment, I didn’t mind him doing bad things to me.
I whined and flinched as his fangs entered my skin, breaking through muscles yet not going far enough to scrape my bones like he did last time. The heat of his palms seeped into my skin as a hand was on my left thigh, the other pinning my right shoulder down. But even if he bit me again I didn’t want to move. I craved his touch and his heat and his lips.
The left side of my neck burned, but it was a different heat. This one throbbed and was painful. And then his lips, painted with my blood, dragged along my skin, and then they were forcing my lips open again.
This time the kiss had a sharp, unpleasant taste, and too late did I realise what I was tasting.
“E-En, b-blood…” I gasped, breaking the connection of our lips and stretching my neck to prevent him from kissing me again.
But that made my throat completely exposed to him, and then his fangs were hovering over my windpipe.
That was how it went with En.
It was always a fight to dominate.
Placing a hand in his hair, I curled my fingers around the strands and pulled him back, hearing what could have been a growl as I exposed his throat and pulled it down towards me. His head was angled to the side as I urgently pressed my tongue to his skin, hoping to rid myself of that repulsive metallic taste and replace it withhis.
Then he moved, hips rolling against mine in a manner that had my ears curling far too low. My muscles tensed and my thighs shook. It was foreign to me, but some part of my instincts recognised what he was doing—what hewanted. And it didn't scare me. Made me nervous, yes, because he was huge and strong and heavy, but it felt good.
En's lips were under my left earlobe, and his hands were all over me, fingers feeling the sides of my neck, rolling down my arms and snaking around my waist until one palm was on my lower back. He lifted me off the ground and pulled me closer to him, his other hand fisted on the floor, steadying him above me. My grip on his hair tightened, and my teeth latched on to the shell of his left ear, gently clamping down to silence myself.
It seemed to have done something to En because his claws dragged against the ground again, and his clothed cock pressed down on me until all I could do was hold him close. The skin on his back was slick, and after a particularly rough push from him, I found my nails digging into his warm skin, sliding down until my claws managed to open his flesh.
I froze, fearing I might have hurt him. But he made a low noise near my ear and held me tighter, his heartbeat raging chaos against my chest.
En's movements became rougher, almost more urgent. His breaths became sharper and heavier, and I didn't realise how much of his weight he had kept off me until he flattened himself against me, knocking the last bit of air from my lungs.
