The Kiss of Death

Chapter 7

Eleanor's POV:

    "Let's play." 

    What did I get myself into?

    I watch Will as he settles above me and grinds his hips against my core, flashing his wicked curved canines in a grin before leaning down to press open mouthed kisses to my neck. I let out a slight moan and run my hands across his chest, trailing them around his shoulders then down his back as I let my eyes flutter closed. 

    He kisses up my jaw, across my cheek and finally crushes his lips to mine, slipping his tongue out to taste. One hand grips my waist and squeezes lightly, causing a shockwave of electricity to run through me, centering between my thighs, while the other sneaks up under my shirt and skims teasingly under my breast. I've never felt this hot before but god it feels good. I lift my chest up towards him, silently pleading for more as he finally cups me in his hand, pinching my n****e and rolling it between his fingers.

    I gasp against his lips, shocked at the pleasure that floods through me. I arch my back and instinctively lift my hips to rub against his hard thigh, sending fire racing up through my center. His hand slides down my hip, over the curve of my ass and down to my thigh, where he pulls my knee up to his hip, allowing himself more room to settle between my legs. "This the kind of stress relief you were looking for?" He murmurs against my lips, his hot breath filling my mouth. 

    "Mhm.." 

    He lifts his lips away from mine and pulls back to look down at me. "Yeah?" HIs expression shifts into something more arrogant and dominant, his features tightening with s****l tension. "Tell me no and I'll stop." He nips at my bottom lip lightly before pulling back again. "I need you to tell me you understand El." 

    I know what he's saying, I know the answer he needs to hear, but I can't think past his hand on me or his lips on my neck. I don't want to think about anything but his hand trailing down my stomach, brushing along the edge of my sweat pants, his fingers dipping under the band and inching closer and closer to my core until he finally, finally cups my s*x in his hand and rubs against my c**t.

    "Oh god.." I gasp and half sit up reflexively and he catches me, my startled gaze fixing on his sensual one as I struggle to breath through the sensations bursting through me.

    "Come on baby, I just need an okay." He continues to rub his hand against me, the friction causing the shocking pleasure to pulse through me, building and building into something I know will be all consuming, my body instinctively reaching toward that peak eagerly. I barely hear him over the heat flaming through me, fogging my brain and flooding my senses. 

    I'm almost there, can feel my body teetering over the edge, burning like a wildfire searching for escape. I spread my thighs farther and grind my hips up into his hand, reaching desperately for that epic release. "What? No!" I whimper, pressing my heals into the bed and lifting my hips as his hand slides away and I slide away from my pending release. I hear him chuckle softly against my hair as he presses a kiss to my temple. He pulls his head back and looks at me again.

    "I told you babe, I need you to tell me you understand. I don't want to cross any lines with you. I don't want to do anything that you aren't comfortable with." He brushes the hair out of my face with one hand as his other treads lightly over my thighs, not far from where I want it to be.

    "I understand! God, Will, don't you think if I didn't want this I'd have said something? Just, please." My eyes plead with his and I see the sweet, careful look in his eyes fade again into a dark, dangerous one from moments ago. 

    "I've got you El. Just hold onto me." He murmurs, his hand returning to my slit, his fingers sliding against me, causing me to throw my head back on a sigh. I grip his upper arms, holding tight to him as the heat begins to build again. "Lay back." He pushes at my shoulder lightly and I fall back onto the bed, my hands sliding away from his arms, clenching into fistfuls of the sheets beneath me. 

    He leans over me then, his free hand pushing my shirt up over my breasts as he inserts a finger into me with the other. "You're so beautiful." He murmurs under his breath before bending own to press a hot open mouthed kiss to my navel. He continues to kiss up my stomach as he grinds his hand against my core and the pleasure begins to build once again, hot fingers of sensation working through me as I shiver beneath his touch. 

    He kisses up to my breasts, pinching a n****e between his fingers and pressing more open mouthed kisses to the other. The heat is too much, I shake my head from side to side, not sure if I'm desperate for him to stop or keep going. "I need.. I need." I bite my lip harshly to stifle the moan that struggles to escape me. 

    "I know." He nips at my breast and adds another finger, his thumb flicking over my most sensitive place, and all at once I'm skyrocketing over the edge into a release so intense, so extreme, that I clench my thighs tight around his hand and tangle my fists into his hair, calling out his name as I squeeze my eyes closed and try to hold him to me, grinding my hips into him fervently to continue riding out my orgasm.

    Slowly, so slowly, I feel my pulse beginning to slow and my body starts to fall back down to Earth. I see now why people crave intimacy. I never could have imagined anything like this, and to share it with someone who loves you, it really is an amazing thing. I open my eyes then, searching for Will's as his hand slides out from under my sweats and he straightens my shirt to cover me once again, pressing loving kisses along my skin as he goes.

    "You're beautiful when you come." His eyes rise up to meet mine and I blush furiously, lowering my gaze from his. "Hey." He presses his finger beneath my chin, pushing up to have me meet his gaze once again. "You have nothing to be ashamed of El. You have a beautiful body and finding pleasure in it is natural. I don't want you to ever feel badly about it. Okay?" He smiles sweetly at me and I nod in response. 

    "Okay." I smile back at him, still a little embarrassed but feeling much better now after his admission. "Thank you." I press my face into his neck, drawing in his comforting scent and appreciating his warmth as he wraps his arms around me. I pull back suddenly as a thought occurs to me. 

    "Oh! But you didn't.. I didn't.. Let me do something for you now." I stutter, trying to think of something to say that won't cause my face to burn once again. "It's not fair to you. I'm being selfish." I finish lamely, gesturing awkwardly to what I can now see is a very large and very obvious erection hiding inefficiently beneath his sweats.

    "No, not today." He chuckles softly but the humor is lost on me as I frown deeply back at him. He tilts his head slightly and lets out one quick laugh, his face lighting up with whatever it is that he finds so humorous. "Believe me Eleanor, I want you. But this was about you, not me. There'll be plenty of time for that later. I'm satisfied that you're satisfied." He pauses and shrugs as a mischievous grin spreads across his face, "For now."

    I can't help but smile back at him, so big that my cheeks hurt, because his response is so perfect. He's so perfect. I still can't believe that the universe picked me for him. I'm so.. So ordinary and he's just.. 

    My thought trails off as I take him in, noting his well sculpted muscles and broad chest as I run my hands across them. My eyes travel up to his face and take in his perfectly chiseled chin and that one little dimple on the left side of his face. 

    My hands travel up to tangle in his hair again and I notice how soft it is to the touch and how it curls ever so softly, flipping in all kinds of crazy directions in what should look like messy bed head but really it looks so good that anyone would have thought he'd done it on purpose with some gel and a hair pick. I look down to discover a single freckle just beside his nose on his cheek and smile as I press a kiss to it before letting my eyes wander back to his. 

     Everything about him is perfect, except for his eyes, which right now, are a deep and endless red, bright as my blood, which I know is the cause for this significant change in the first place. I miss that grey-blue speckled color that I remember from before. The color that reminds me of the beach my mother used to drag us out to as often as dad would allow to remind us what joy this life has to offer even amidst all the fear and bloodshed. 

    His eyes are the perfect blend between the deep blue abyss and the watery grey sky that I recall the last time we ever visited that beach together as a family. Dad had been annoyed but willing as long as it made mama happy and I remember Ed covering her head with the paper to protect her hair as she made a dash for the woods to dip out of the rain once it started. 

    I had just stood there in the middle of it all, my feet bare and caked in sand, my favorite brown dress flowing behind me as the angry winds in the sky twisted my hair around my face and neck. Normally I would've been hot on Ed's heels, making a mad dash for the protection of the woods as well, but my eyes were fixed on mama. 

    She was so beautiful, just standing there as the waves crashed against the shore and rose up enough to drench her feet. I remember how her long blond hair had flown behind her, twirling and tangling in the too cold air that nature let free in a clear warning of the storm to come. Her hands were thrown out to the sky in a welcoming, carefree way as the rain began to pour down on us. She laughed so loud I could hear her over the howling winds and in that moment, I had never felt more beautiful. Because she made me, and she was overflowing with beauty.

    When she turned back to look for someone to share her joy with, our eyes connected, and I remember feeling stunned motionless, so still that I was surprised my hair had the nerve to flip and twirl in the wind when the rest of me was heavy like a stone. Her smile was so big, so radiant and full of happiness, it was impossible not to smile back through the wind and the rain at the woman who gave birth to me.

    In that moment I felt an overwhelming sense of love. I was giddy with it, the moment was so perfect and beautiful and even though the waves were crashing violently on the shore and the wind was screeching through the trees, there was such a profound feeling of peace. 

    For the first time in my life I'd felt free. Free from death and monsters and the overly grievous burden of having to care for my sister and myself that had been weighing me down ever since dad had told me of their plan to run several nights earlier. Free to breath, like the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders and my body was so feather light that I might have taken off into the sky and flown away.

    I can't help but smile at the bittersweet memory as I find myself returning to the moment I'd left behind during my reminiscing. I'm so happy with Will already, but I know I'll never be completely and incandescently happy until we find Ed, my mama, and my papa. I need to reunite my family. I need to know that everyone's safe and alive and happy before I can let myself sink into this bliss with Will.

    I press a soft kiss to his lips and pull back, my eyes swimming in unshed tears. "Eddie." I whisper just loud enough for him to hear me. "Please.." I let my words die off, knowing that I don't need to say anything more. He knows what I'm asking, what I want.

    He nods his head once and kisses the top of my head, cupping my cheek in the palm of his hand and running his thumb across my lips sweetly before he stands abruptly, leaving me to sit alone in the middle of the bed. I shake my head and glance around, looking to see where he's gone and find him standing at the wardrobe with his bags open on the floor. He's already donned some fine tan slacks and is buttoning up a white dress shirt before he speaks, catching my gaze with his in the mirror he's using to straighten his collar. 

    "It's still quite early so we have just over an hour to make it out there, find your sister, and get back here without alerting Matthias that we've gone. Hurry up and get dressed, I had one of the slaves grab you some clothes and a collar." He stops and turns to face me, peering at me with sorrowful eyes, running the fingers of one hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, but the collar is the only way people will know you're off limits to the rest of the population. Without it, anyone could feed on you if and when they please."

    I offer a small reassuring smile at him and shrug one shoulder in response as I move to hop off of the bed and head toward the chair beside the writing table that the clothes he'd mentioned appeared to be sitting on. "It's not a big deal. I promise I'm okay with it." I pick up the shirt first, noticing that the quality of these clothes is way nicer than anything I've ever worn. That's strange.. I can't help thinking that I've never seen a single slave dressed as nicely as I will be. I turn back to face him, holding the bright red top in my hands, a questioning look on my face.

    "I want people to know you belong to me." He shrugs, a lopsided grin gracing his face, that sweet little dimple making itself known again. "It's not uncommon for royals to dress their slaves up nice, especially the young and very attractive women. People will think I use you for more than just lunch." He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively and winks once before turning to grab a pair of tan shoes from the bag at his feet and sitting on the bed to pull them on.

    I blush ferociously and turn quickly to look at the rest of the clothes as I shed what I'm wearing quickly, unfazed by his presence after what we've just spent the morning doing. I quickly pull on the black lace panties and matching bra before pulling the long sleeved top on over my head. I can feel his eyes on me as I pull the nice blue jeans on over my legs and up to cover my ass before I turn back to face him and sit on the chair to don my pretty black boots.

    "Careful mate, or I may just finish what we started this morning instead. Hell.." He pauses and shakes his head before he stands up and buttons his cufflinks. "I'll have my hands full with you, won't I?" 

    I grin mischievously and wink as I stand up and move to the full body mirror that hangs in the wardrobe to examine my outfit. The shirt is so soft and beautiful, red with fluffed white cotton lace at the bodice to hide my cleavage. The low-rise blue jeans are a dark and royal blue with stylish fringe here and there and an open bootcut leg that happens to be a smidge too long. With the gorgeous, slightly heeled black boots, the height is just right and I really look stunning. If only now I could do something with my hair.

    I walk across the room to the bathroom and take a few minutes to tame my hair and brush my teeth before I'm back in the bedroom, ready to go. 

    "Here." He holds out a small black leather jacket to me. "It's cold out this morning, wear this too." He hands the jacket off to me before pulling something long and shiny out of his pocket. Oh right.. My collar, I frown as I pull the jacket on and straighten it up, pulling my hair out and holding it up so he can put the collar on for me.

    He nods once and moves to stand behind me, working around my arm to fasten the collar to my neck. I don't know what I expected it to feel like but cold and hard and tinkly was nothing like I had thought. Again I turn to the mirror to investigate the collar and gasp at what I see. 

    This isn't just some collar like you'd expect to see on a dog. This collar was thick, black, and lined with hundreds of tiny black jewels. And in the middle of it all sat one large stone, a beautiful royal blue with swirls of black the size of a quarter with a similar stone much smaller hanging just below it at the hollow of my throat in the form of a teardrop. 

    "It's beautiful." I wonder aloud, my fingers rising up to touch the stone resting on my neck. I want to turn and look for Will but I find that I don't want to turn away from my reflection just yet as I continue to examine the collar, my fingers running along the gems.

    "It's called lapis lazuli." He murmurs as he comes to stand behind me again, placing his hands gently on my hips. "And those are black diamonds on either side. I'm glad you like it, I thought maybe it would be easier to wear if it was easier to look at." He smiles softly and kisses the top of my head.

    I turn to face him then, smiling brightly at him as I let my arms wrap around his neck. "I think anything would have sufficed. You really didn't need to do this. I love it, Will. Thank you." I whisper as I press my lips to his and I linger a bit longer than I should before pulling away. 

    He smiles at me and pushes the hair away from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear then steps back, moving away from me and turning to the door, quickly grabbing hold of the handle before peering back at me once again. "Come." He murmurs, holding his hand out for me. "Let's go find your sister."