Chapter 34—His World

Elvin pressed himself deep inside Eve, she moaned as she arched her back on the bed. He sent in the full length, looking at her with lust, like a wild cat waiting to devour its price. He drew his waist back, just enough for the tip of his maleness to be at her dripping wetness, and with one forceful thrust, he went deep inside her.

He took himself again to her slit, gave another forceful thrust, then another, and another, her moan resounding with each powerful thrust, going deeper, driving her desires wild, making her body jerk.

She had turned to the center of his world, the only person he needed to give his attention to, the main reason he wanted to breathe, and the only dream he wished to achieve. He wanted more than this. This, he knew was good, but he needed to be part of her soul, one with her heart, joined forever to her body.

He saw her past the lady he was with. He saw her as the mother of his kids. A life with her within the bounds of marriage, Lord, may they not forget how to be children, and behave as adults where necessary. This was all a game. But he wanted it to be real.

She had tumbled his wins and made him feel the wind of wanting her. It was beyond air, it could choke or kill him, yet, he wanted to risk breathing her in. She was a storm no one would dare venture into, and a dream no man could conceive. She was his gift, his discovered treasure, not out of reach, just in a showcase he couldn’t reach.

He wanted to be sure she was his. He was out of options, but he was willing to do anything, and he meant anything to have her all to himself. This, her sweet softness, her lovely warm breath, her wet slippery walls now clasping down hard on his dick, and of course, her voice, now, although a moan, he didn’t want another to have her, or all these. He could kill for her, and all she needed to say was the word.

The secrets of her past he had no interest in. What mattered was the present, and the next second that exposed the future.

Elvin groaned, still riding deep within her, apparently, he was lost, and had forgotten himself in the throes of passion. She had conquered him, couldn’t she see? She owned all of him now. Now, he wished to worship her, and to adore her as one would the stars even though she shines more brightly. Should he tell her his thoughts? Would she see the seriousness in his tone? Would she believe him? Would she take his words to be more than words? So many questions to ask.

Eve convulsed underneath him, and her body was tense. Her toes were curled, and with her arms clinging onto Elvin’s side, her body began to shake uncontrollably, making her moan as he kept driving deep within her. She begged him to come inside her and fill up her desires. Now, she was trying to say something, but her lips were vibrating from the impact of his thrusts, which kept shooting powerful streams of pleasure through her.

“Please,” she managed to say.

It was cold in the room, but they were both sweaty.

Elvin laughed, and said, “I thought I did tell you once, if you dare catch a cold, I would be able to drive it away.”

Eve probably couldn’t hear him. Her eyes were closed, her head bent back, and she was breathing harshly. Elvin slowed his thrust, and began moving passionately in her, he touched her breast, and was a bit sad he couldn’t taste it. He kissed her lower, and upper lip, but she was unresponsive to his kiss, so he moved to kiss her neck.

Elvin took in the scent of her, and it was indeed aromatic. There was nothing imperfect about her. Every curve, and every writhing move of her body spoke loud…she was a lady of fierce love, one built for passion.

He remembered the night he had met her, and it was little wonder he had been attracted to her the instant she offered to buy him a drink. She offered. Women never offered. How wonderful that night had gone, even though his meeting with who he wanted to see hadn’t happened. But meeting her had happened, and she had filled every gap his day had. She was still here, on his bed, and underneath him, filling every corner, not being imposing to him in any way.

Thinking about how he met Eve made him think about his lost job, but the promise of a new one from Eve, his Queen, made whatever loss he felt nonexistent. It was not the company’s fault. The lockdown wasn’t fair to anyone, unless those in power, and with wealth of course. But he had no idea he had the main controlling power of the city in his room.

Eve came hard a few more times, and in time, Elvin found his pleasure, making him groan hard, deepening his thrust as he emptied himself in her.

They were both breathless…Eve with eyes wide open. Elvin was looking at her, and she laughed.

“That was amazing,” Eve said. “I couldn’t feel myself.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Elvin said, and moved to kiss her breast, and to touch the other. “I missed these two. How beautiful they are.”

Eve smiled. “Makes me wonder what to say about that which you carry between your legs. It’s poisonous. It strikes me every time as magic and thrill, and a beautiful flame that shouldn’t be quenched.”

“I do see you scorching.” Elvin gave a wiry smile. “You spoke of magic. You’re the witch. Not me.”

“Perhaps a new game on who is more of the charmer?” Eve looked at him as he touched her breast, then her gaze went down between his leg to his limp sex.

Elvin looked down. “You’re more of a witch, because you already feel the energy to go another round when I am yet to recover. So, that’s hardly a game.”

“The game, my dear Elvin, is if I’ll be able to drive you wild just touching, kissing, and licking that.”

Before his wits could gather what she said, Elvin said, “Challenge accepted only if I get to do the same to you.”

“Deal.”