258. Milton

258. Milton
Eluvene looked up at him. Her gaze betrayed how vulnerable she was at that moment. Milton pressed his lips to her brow as he grabbed her right hand, brought it above her head, and interlaced their fingers. 
Her hair was sprawled on the pillow, and he dipped his head and inhaled deeply. His lungs filled with her forbidden scent. 
“The color of your hair is like the Fire that burns inside me for you,” he murmured. “And your eyes are like two precious gems.”
His mouth found her jaw, and he kissed her scars. “Where you see something ugly, I see something beautiful.” He lifted his head and stared into her gorgeous eyes. “I love you, Eluvene.” 
He would never get tired of telling her how much he meant to him. 
“Despite everything, you are perfect for me.” 
“Stop talking,” she demanded, but Milton captured her lips in a punishing kiss, which silenced her. 
His free hand travelled along her body until it reached her thigh, and he pulled her leg over his waist. She fitted him perfectly. She was made for him. 
“When I enter you the first time, it won’t be because we rushed this, but because our bodies are burning with need. I’m not going to fuck you, Eluvene, but I’m going to love every inch of your body, taking my time to memorize how your skin feels beneath my palms, learning what makes you moan my name or makes you cum to the point of exaustion.” 
Her lips parted, but no sound came. 
Milton’s mouth descended on her neck. He kissed her scars, wanting to erase the ugly memories and replace them only with good ones. He wanted her to know how beautiful he found her. She was more than beautiful—she was perfection. And she was all his.
When his mouth reached her chest, and his lips locked around her sensitive nipple, a gasp left her. He sucked and licked her nipple until she was squiring under him, before he gave its twin the same attention. 
“Milton,” she moaned while her hips bucked. 
He loved hearing his name on her lips. It sounded like a spell that had bewitched him from the moment his eyes saw her. 
His body burned with the need to be inside her, to feel her around him, but he put her needs above his. He wanted to show her, not only tell her, what she meant to him. 
As his mouth traveled down her body, her Darkness retracted ever more, revealing fresh wounds and bruises. She kept them hidden from him, but her magic wanted him to know. 
His head jerked up. “What is this!? Did the Dark Master hurt you while we were in the tower?” 
He didn’t care what happened to him. She could torture him for days, and his love for her would not waver—it should have never wavered, but he had been too stupid, too proud to accept her as she is—but her getting hurt was another matter entirely. 
Eluvene grabbed his face and pulled it down to her. “Can we talk about it later? After we fucked?” she asked as she pressed her lips to his.
She was trying to distract him, but years of meditation and training were paying off.  
Milton dragged his head away from her. “Tell me!” he demanded. 
Eluvene let out a loud breath. 
“It was the tower,” she revealed. “I already warned you how dangerous that place was. I deactivated the traps after I tortured you. You were too weak to face the magic of the tower.” 
He looked at her with awe. “You put yourself in danger for me. Why?” 
“I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” 
Her reply shocked him. She cared of him. Of course, she did. 
“Eluvene,” he murmured. “What if something had happened to you?” 
The thought sent him spiraling. 
“What difference would have made? You hated me. You probably still do. I’m not convinced of your sudden change.” 
“I never hated you,” he corrected her before kissing her and putting into that kiss his soul and heart. “My change of heart might seem sudden, yes, but I’ve been harboring these feelings for you since we met. Tell me you don’t feel the same. Lie to me and say your heart doesn’t burn for me.” 
Each time he said he hated her, it had been a lie. He couldn’t hate her even if he wanted to. 
Her magic flipped him onto her back, and she straddled his waist. 
“I’m done waiting,” she said as her fingers wrapped around him and lowered herself onto him. 
As the tip of his cock eased into her, and her heat enveloped him, his soul reached for her and his Fire became one with her Darkness. For the first time in his life, he felt complete. It was as if a part of him was missing and he had finally found it. 
“Oh, Gods,” he groaned as more of him slid into her. Electric pleasure coursed through him. 
She was so wet, her body fully accepted his. 
When he was fully sheathed inside her, her lips parted as her chest rose and fell fast.
“I can feel your…” 
“Piercing,” he said as his palms grabbed her hips and slowly moved her up and down. “Each man in Nordmar gets one when we become of age. Do you know why?” he asked while his gaze watched transfixed how her tits bounced while his kept lifting and easing her back down on his cock. 
His piercing rolled inside her, dragging moans and gasps past her lips. 
“No,” she gasped loudly as his cock reached the far end of her cunt. “You are too deep. I can’t…” She shook her head left and right. “It’s too much.” 
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, concerned as he only wanted to bring her pleasure. 
“Yes,” she said, and he stopped moving. His mind raced as he thought of what he was doing wrong. “No,” she then changed her mind. “I don’t know.” 
He didn’t know what to make of her reply. 
“Does it feel good?” he wanted to know. 
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she nodded. “It’s… overwhelming. It was never like this. And your piercing…” 
He let out a breath of relief. He wasn’t hurting her. She felt just as good as he did. 
His torso jerked up and between kisses, he said, “Nordman men pierce their cocks to bring great pleasure to their women. You asked me to fuck you hard, Eluvene, and I plan to do just that,” as he rolled her onto her back. “Brace yourself,” he warned her as his hips pounded into her. 
Her eyes went wide with ecstasy. “Milton,” she cried out in pleasure. 
Milton didn’t hold back. He fucked her not only with his body, but with everything he was and had. He wanted her to see, to understand that she was now his and he would do anything to protect her. She was a Dark Mage, and he was a Fire Mage; they were supposed to be enemies, but he didn’t care about that anymore. Enemies or not, lover or not, he was claiming her. 
“You are not my enemy,” he said as he kneeled between her legs and cupped her tits. His thumbs circled her sensitive nipples, enticing more moans from her. “You are not my friend.” His left hand slid to her cunt and gave attention to her throbbing clit. “You are not my lover either.” 
His entire focus was on her pleasure, and only when a first orgasm washed over her, did he say, “There are no titles in this world that could express what you are to me.” 
“For me, you are still a stupid wizard.” 
Milton grabbed her thighs and pushed them into her chest. “Say that again,” he demanded, as the new position allowed more of him to enter her. He fucked her hard and she took everything he gave her.
Her hands grabbed his arms. “Milton,” she moan loudly as her back arched. 
Her cunt gripped him hard as an orgams washed over her.
“That’s the first one of many,” he promised.