My heart raced as he leaned in for another kiss, his lips soft against mine as he deepened the kiss. My body responded to his touch, my pulse quickened and my skin grew warm. His hand slipped away from my chin and snaked to the back of my hair, pulling me closer.

My insides throbbed in need, and a fight formed in my core. As much as my mind tried to deny the pull, the need, the hunger—my body couldn't. It completely refused to when I kissed him back and invited his tongue to explore the depths of my mouth.

My eager fingers rushed to his back, wrapping around his hair, and nearing him till there was no distance left between us. The dress I wore rushed up to my thighs, baring me underneath. I ground my hips against him, seeking the release that I so desperately craved.

This could not be happening. My mind screamed at me, but the voice barely reached. I can't be sleeping with the enemy.

I didn't care, not in the moment. I wasn't sure if it were the petals, or the drink, or everything in this garden that had lead me to grind over him, and crave something completely forbidden, but all that mattered was the way his hands felt on my body, the taste of his lips on mine, and the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through me with each movement of my body.

His hand trailed down, his expert fingers unzipping my dress at the same time, and removing it off my shoulders. I moaned into his mouth before pulling away from him.

"No one can know." I mumbled, my fingers buried in his dark hair.

He pushed me down, over the mattress and I wrapped my legs around him. "That is for me to decide, and for you to merely enjoy." He whispered, his voice thick with desire.

His fingers traced over my thigh before settling between my legs. I bit the inside of my cheek, and thrusted my hips to his hand. He chuckled against my neck and slipped his finger over my slit, feeling the dampness of my underwear. My hand wrapped around his wrist, guiding his way while knowing well-enough he didn't need it.

"Didn't you say something about unfulfilled desires, or was it my ears ringing?" He teased, pulling his hand away from my pussy.

I dug my fingers into his flesh. "Don't you dare."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Don't I dare what? Stop? I don't intend to."

His fingers looped around the underwear before it slipped it down and pressed his hand against my entrance. His thumb flicked my clit softly, and I convulsed in pleasure, my wetness dripping and my muscles strained.

His warm mouth wrapped around my nipple as he flickered the cloth of my dress away, exposing my breasts. My hips rose and I moaned in ecstasy, both his fingers and the flowers sending me into a trance I never wanted to leave from. Heat seared through me like never.

Primal heat.

I curled my fingers around his dark hair, clutching them tight as he took my sensitive nub between his teeth. My body flinched with pain and my walls clenched. At the same time, he slipped one finger inside me, gently, only to stretch me open before adding another finger.

I cried out in pleasure as he continued to work his magic, his fingers moving in and out of me in a rhythm that drove me wild. I knew that I was close, so close, to reaching the peak of my pleasure.

That was until I felt something sharp around my wrists and ankles, something tugging on me. The feeling was familiar though forgotten. My eyes flickered open and I found the roots of the plants inside the room stretched over the bed, like slithering snakes and wrapped around my wrists, creating binds I couldn't escape from, similar to what Elijah had already done once to torment me.

My heart raced with fear as I struggled against the binds that pulled my hands onto the bed. The roots held me tight, their grip unyielding.

Elijah stood over me, a look of satisfaction on his face and a small grin growing. "What's wrong?" He asked, "Did I interrupt your little moment? Or did you really think that I'll give you everything you want after all those words left your mouth earlier?"

His fingers remained inside my me, stretching my walls and slowly thrusting in and out of me.

"What do you want?" My voice was barely above a whisper, filled with desire and need.

He wrapped around my neck, and responded, "Just for you to know that your pleasure is in my hands, and that I'm in control."

My gaze lowered, catching a glimpse of his growing thickness in his pants. "Are you sure about that?" I asked.

"Yes."

Raising up, I tried to reach to him, but the restraints around my hands only stiffened and forced me back over the bed. A small chuckle escaped my lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

He grinned down at me, his lips brushing mine. "Of course I am," He said, his fingers still working their magic inside me. "I love having you at my mercy. It's such a thrill to see you squirming beneath me, unable to resist my touch after all that blabber you've done earlier."

I groaned in pleasure, my body writhing beneath him. Despite the unwanted restraints, I couldn't deny the pleasure that his fingers were giving me.

On the edge of pleasure, he pulled his fingers out and began undoing his pants till they were completely off. I watched with bated breath as he positioned himself between my legs, his gaze locked onto mine. The more I struggled with the restraints, they sank deeper into my flesh to the point where I no longer wanted to.

My eyes lowered to his throbbing shaft, rigid and close to my entrance. At the same time, I caught a glance of the mark near to his cock, the mark of the pentacle.

For a moment, I snapped out of the trance, thinking of everything I had forgotten after inhaling those flowers and drinking that drink.

Suddenly, all of it went away before it began to consume me.

My legs spread wider as he pressed his thickness against my entrance, his hand wrapped around it. He didn't thrust into me, as much as I wanted him to. The tip of his cock rubbed against my slit, over my wetness while I squirmed, needing him inside.

He leaned back, his other hand over my breast. "You want it, don't you?"

I nodded eagerly, unable to form any words as I went against my own words by having myself spread for him so wide, and so needily.

His eyes darkened with desire, "Say it," he demanded. "Tell me how much you want me inside of you."

I hesitated for a moment, the words caught in my throat, but the ache between my legs was too much to bear. "I want you inside me." I moaned, arching my back as his fingers pinched my nipple.

"You're so wet, yet you deny that you aren't obsessed with me."

He teased me, sliding the tip back and forth into my entrance, tracing my wetness, and making me beg for more. I writhed under him, my body aching for release.

"Please," I cried out, fighting with the restraints. "You're torturing me."

"That's what I intend to do."

"Fuck me, Elijah." I begged, my voice breaking as the thick tip of cock slipped in, but before it went any deeper, he pulled out.

My head went back and I pressed my teeth together, grumbling at my own desperate self and situation I had put myself into.

"You're so eager," he haunted. "But you'll have to beg a little more than that. Tell me, what would you do to have me inside you?"

I shuddered at his words, the heat in my core growing. I knew I shouldn't be enjoying this, but the way he made me feel was impossible to ignore. "Anything. I'd do anything you want."

"Anything, huh?" His lips curved into a smirk. "Well, we'll see about that."

At my most vulnerable state, with a sudden movement, he thrust inside me, his thick cock filling me up completely. I cried out in pleasure, my back arching off the bed as he began to move, his hips pounding into me with a force that left me breathless.

Every thrust he delivered surged waves of bliss through me.

Fuck.

I could feel my climax building, my senses on the brink of overload.

But just as I was about to topple over into ecstasy, he slowed his pace, teasing me with shallow strokes that left me begging for more. "Please," I whimpered, my body writhing beneath him. "Don't stop."

His eyes lightened with pleasure. "Oh, I won't stop. Not until I've had my fill of you."

My breasts bounced at his each thrust and my eyes rolled back.

"Take these off, Elijah. Please. Let me touch you."

His lips pressed against mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. The restraints snaked away from my hands and feet, leaving me bare to do anything I wished. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as his cock filled me up deep.

Raising up from my back, I sat over his lap, taking in his inches and riding his cock as his large hands circled around my back, underneath my hair. My head pressed against his shoulder as I moaned in pleasure, the sound muffled by his skin.

His hands grabbed my hips, moving my body over his thickness till we both reached our peak at the same time, our bodies convulsing in pleasure as reached our orgasms together. 

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