Six Months Later
“This feels cheesy,” Carmen laughed as she dropped her weekender onto the hotel floor. From the window a rose-colored twilight was settling over the city, the Eiffel Tower in the distance patiently waiting to twinkle as it did every night once the darkness had gathered to watch. Despite the fake movie moment of it all, she had to admit she was a little delighted in the romance of it.
“Is that right? Would you prefer I cancel our reservations?” Emil made towards the door, a teasing eyebrow arched over his golden eyes.
She chased after him, laughing, careful to grab the bottom corner of his shirt to stop him. “No, no, not at all. Any moment you’re out of my sight is another moment I can’t have my way with you.”
In months following their encounters with the Dark Madeleines, Carmen made the decision to stay in Paris, with her uncle and with Emil. This new life she had been given was a strange one, but she wasn’t quite ready to leave it behind. In fact, tonight was going to be the night that ensured she stays firmly implanted in it.
Those months that had passed by, in between slowly hunting down the dwindling coven of Madeleines, the pair of them had searched for ways to break the barrier between them, to feel skin on skin once again. Slowly, with great care and practice, they learned to bear the burning pain of their bodies coming into contact. At first for only a few seconds, then minutes, until eventually they could feel the sear slowly fade into a gentle smart.
Emil reached for her hand before she had a moment to pull away, both of them bracing against the initial flare of heat coming off their skin, before leading her to the bed. “And what, ma chère, would you like to do with me,” he asked, taking care to barely brush his fingers against the skin of her stomach as he lifted her satin t-shirt.
She bit her lip, biting back a moan as she felt his fingers skate across her. She had come to embrace the burn of him, to embrace the cost of being with him. He gave his soul for hers; she could withstand the blaze he set her body into every time he touched her. “I would like to return the favor.”
Tentatively she reached for the buttons of his shirt, another tragedy with palm fronds layered across the fabric. One by one, she slipped the buttons from the buttonholes, one by one revealing more and more skin of his smooth chest. Stunning, she thought to herself, just stunning.
He shrugged out of his shirt before stepping in closer, his chest hovering over the points of her nipples, before slipping his fingers into the elastic band of her leggings. “These have to go.”
As he went to guide her down onto the bed, she snatched for his belt, unceremoniously undoing the buckle and pulling it free enough that she could unzip the fly and pull the jeans down over his hips. “Naked, now, s’il te plait.”
The beautiful barking laugh rained down on her. “Pour toi, avec plaisir.”
The next few moments were a race to the finish as they fought with their own clothes until they were free and stripped down before each other. Carmen stopped to admire Emil in all his naked glory. Long and lean, she could see the gentle ripple of muscle under his skin, the mark of a devil that wasn’t afraid to do the work himself. There was a light dusting of hair trailing down his stomach, as though to point the way to the equally long, lean cock that stood at attention between his legs.
The devil was in the details, she supposed. Now she needed the devil inside her.
She interlaced her fingers with him in order to bring him onto the bed beside her. She looked at him, looked into those strange golden eyes that caused her heart to hurt slightly. “You ready?” she asked softly.
“I am, cherie, but are you? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We have all the time in the world and you,” he kissed her palm, “are worth the wait.”
Carmen pulled herself over top of him, straddling his hips with her thick thighs. “I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of wanting. Let me have you, all of you.”
In response, he bucked his hips against her, eliciting a soft hiss from both of them. She ached, she throbbed, but she wanted to take all of him inside her in that moment. Instead, she wrapped her hand gently around the column of his cock, moving her hand up and down slowly, timed to each breath, until finally she found a rhythm that worked for both of them. A small bead of moisture pearled at the tip of his shaft. She used her thumb to rub the bead over his head and down further.
She smiled as a low, soft groan spilled from his lips, as he shuddered against the slick feeling of her hand gliding over him over and over. She resisted the urge to pump more urgently, instead reigning herself in enough to maintain the easy rhythm that was driving him wild below her.
Her name spilled from his lips and he locked his golden eyes on her, challenging her to send him over the edge. Emboldened, she picked up the pace, her own breath growing more and more shallow until finally, he grunted into climax, her hand warm, wet, and sticky as he coated her in a layer of himself.
Carmen made to move off of him to help clean him up, but Emil had other plans for her. One of his hands released her hips, feathering its way over her though until he came within whispering distance of the slick heat of her core. He didn’t get any closer, deciding instead to draw lazy circles along her skin just to the side.
She resisted the urge to bite her lips shut against the building groan. Instead, she tried to maintain control even as it was slowly eroding against the tide of sticky, sweet waters pooling around her center. Finally, just as a plea was about to tumble from her lips, his fingers slipped in and out of her, slowly, methodically, with just enough pressure to tease her without sending her in search of the edge to throw herself off of. He ran his fingers deep inside her, withdrew them slowly, and took a moment to swirl the tips around the tiny hole of her opening. She drew her hips forward, trying to force his fingers back inside her, but he evaded her.
“Bastard,” she moaned.
Silently, he hooked his fingers back inside her, gently massaging and teasing her, delving into her depths with aching care. She felt the edge approaching, but before she could make it there, he withdrew his fingers again. She bit back another pleading curse when she realized he was carefully drawing her up his body until she had sidled her way over the peak of his nose.
The second stretched the length of a minute and she sat poised above him, waiting for him to make his move. She rolled her neck to the side then backwards and to the side again, slowly locking up as the tension thickened the air. Her legs quaked and she silently pleaded that he would release her at last.
Finally, blessedly and finally, she felt his tongue languish upon her folds, taking inventory of the peaks and valleys that made up the center of her. She sank back slightly, resting her hands on the back of her bare heels, her head thrown back and her eyes closed as he played with her inch by inch. The edges of her body blurred; she was melting into the air around her as the heat of his fingers slowly scorched her skin.
Sensing her body starting to set itself afire, he withdrew his tongue briefly from her to breath a cool path of air over her center, causing her to buck above him, nearly tumbling over the edge of the bed. Ever attentive, his arms reached up to catch her torso and reposition her over his mouth so that he could return to his devilishly good work.
Her eyes prickled as she continued to climb the high, spurred on by his movements. He was delicate, attentive, leaving no spot of her unclaimed or untouched. God, she had waited for him for so long, but tangled in his arms, in his touch, she found herself praising the fact that they were here because they had chosen each other.
They continued to choose each other, touch after touch.
THE END
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