Until the World Falls Down

Chapter 24

Like a man starved, Enver’s tongue moved against me, and stars exploded across my vision. A cry tore from my throat, and my legs tried to close reflexively, but his grip on them kept them wide open for him. He didn’t take it slow or easy, lapping up my arousal and letting out a satisfied groan. “I could live off your taste alone.”

I moaned in response, my head falling back. “Enver?—”

“My name on your lips is intoxicating,” he murmured against my inner thigh, nuzzling his nose against me and breathing in deeply. “As is your scent and the sounds you make for me.”

Another gasp left me as his lips and tongue returned to their previous positions. He traced his tongue along my entrance, but never higher, never where I wanted him the most. “Higher,” I urged him.

He pulled back, looking up at me, his charcoal eyes gleaming. “You do not make demands here, my little lover.”

“I—” A shadow fell over me, and the shadow double’s lips were against mine a split second later, silencing me.

Enver dipped his head down again, his tongue finally circling my clit, and I gasped into the shadow double’s mouth. Neither gave me a break. The shadow double devoured my mouth as passionately as Enver did between my thighs. When the shadow double brought his hands down to my breasts, tweaking my nipples, I whimpered, unable to stop the noises spilling from me, only to be swallowed up by another kiss.

I trembled under their combined attention, pleasure shooting through my every nerve, building until the pressure was torturous. I rocked my hips toward Enver and felt him smile against me before he sucked on my clit. My lips parted in a silent moan, and the shadow double’s tongue delved between them, mimicking the motions Enver made between my thighs against my tongue. I was so close. I concentrated on the feeling of their tongues against me, on the orgasm building inside me. My stomach clenched. Just a little more and?—

Enver pulled away, rising to his feet, and I jerked against my restraints, my chest heaving as I broke away from the shadow double’s lips. “No! Please, Enver, just let me come!” I begged.

“No,” he replied. “If you beg again without my permission, I will stop.”

“How do you even know I’m about to come?” I snapped at him.

Enver leaned down to kiss me, face wet with my arousal. “I have told you before. You fall silent right before you finish. I know the moment you stop making those endearing moans of yours that you are close.”

“Then next time, I won’t make any noise,” I told him, glaring at him. “You won’t be able to tell if I’m quiet the entire time.”

He chuckled. “Is that a challenge?”

My glare faltered. “No?—”

“Too late,” he said, gesturing for the shadow double to take his spot in front of me. “I would rather have given you a break before you become overly sensitive, but I will not turn down a challenge.”

“Wait,” I said, but fell silent as Enver lifted me off the throne, the shadow restraints falling away.

He took my spot on the throne before settling me down between his thighs. I blushed a bit, feeling his erection against my back. I tried to shift away, but his hands went to my hips, holding me in place. His ankles hooked over mine, forcing my legs apart again as the shadow double lowered himself in front of us.

“I want to feel you writhe against me, crying out for a release that I will not grant,” Enver murmured against my ear. “If you think silence will save you, you are wrong.”

His chest was warm against my back, and I leaned into him, accepting my fate. The shadow double ran a finger through my arousal, and I lurched back against Enver.

“Yes, like that,” Enver said, his lips brushing against my neck.

When the shadow double’s finger dipped inside me, I moaned. Enver clamped a hand over my mouth, silencing me. “Quiet, my darling. No noise, remember?”

I groaned against his hand as the shadow double added a second finger into me. I tried to speak against Enver’s palm, my voice too muffled to be intelligible.

“Would you like me to help you?” he asked. “Shall I give you something to do with that lovely mouth of yours?”

I nodded, and he released my mouth, only to trail two fingers against my lips. I parted them willingly, and his fingers sank in, pressing against my tongue. He hummed in approval when I sucked on them obediently. The shadow double continued to pump his fingers in and out of me and then added his tongue to the mix, flicking it over my clit. I held back any noise, but I couldn’t stop the way my hips jerked.

Enver moved his free hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him, his erection digging into my back. It turned me on even more to know he was just as aroused as I was. I sucked harder on his fingers, pretending it was another part of him, and he groaned in my ear. The sound went straight through me, and I clenched around the shadow double’s fingers. He responded by sucking my clit into his mouth and increasing his pace, curling his fingers to hit the spot Enver could always so easily find. I squirmed against Enver, my body contracting as my orgasm built.

When a third finger entered me, I tensed, arching my back and gasping. It wasn’t another of the shadow double’s fingers, though—Enver had slid one of his own fingers inside me alongside his shadow’s. My legs trembled as I fought off the pleasure and the sensation of being so stretched. I let my head fall back against Enver’s chest, my eyes closing, accidentally biting Enver’s fingers in an attempt to silence myself.

“Careful,” he said. “You would not want me as much if I lost these.”

I turned my head to look back at him, and he pulled his fingers out of my mouth, gazing down at me curiously.

“That’s not true,” I said, reaching my hand up to cup his jaw. “I want you. Even if you could never touch me again, I still want you. I…” My breath hitched, my words giving way to a moan as the shadow double twisted his fingers inside me, sending me dangerously close to the edge again. My fingers dug into Enver’s skin. “It’s more than this,” I panted. “It’s more than sex. You mean more than sex to me. You offer me so much more than this. I am happy just to be by your side, Enver. Happier than I have ever been before. I?—”

Enver cut off the rest of my sentence, claiming my mouth and kissing me fiercely. His hand left my heat, coming up to cup my breast, his thumb grazing my nipple. I kissed him back, our teeth clashing in our hunger. He pinched my nipple, and my toes curled. I wouldn’t last much longer. I kissed Enver, refusing to let any sound escape, feeling my body shake more and more the closer I got to release.

The shadow double adjusted his hand, a third finger of his own replacing Enver’s, and then a fourth finger pressed against me. I broke away from Enver, inhaling sharply, my hand moving to stop the shadow double. Enver quickly caught my wrist, preventing me from doing so. “You can take it,” he encouraged.

I couldn’t catch my breath. The shadow double continued working on my clit, keeping me on the edge as his pinky pushed into me.

“Let me in,” Enver breathed against my ear. “Let us in, Nell.”

His saying my name, combined with his shadow’s tongue on me and the burn of his fourth finger pressing into me—the idea of taking four of them—was enough to make me lose it. My body locked up, and I threw my head back, slamming it into Enver’s collarbone. “ Enver ?—”

And then everything was gone. His fingers, his shadows, his tongue, his touch.

“No,” I choked out, whimpering. “Please?—”

“I thought you understood your punishment by now,” Enver said, pushing my hair off my forehead. “Do not beg. I will not remind you again.”

I collapsed against him, short of breath, my entire body twitching. The shadow double leaned forward to flick his tongue against me once more, and my hips bucked upward, nearly making me fall off the throne. Enver hooked his arms under my thighs to hold me steady and lifted me up, standing from his seat. I brought my arm back to wrap around his neck awkwardly as he held me against him, my back to his chest. I watched silently as his shadow took his spot on the throne, a smirk on his face as he spread his legs.

Enver moved forward, holding me over his shadow. It took me a second to realize what he was planning. I gripped his hair, shaking my head as he positioned me over him. “Enver, wait,” I said.

He held me still. “What is it, my little lover?”

“I want you inside me,” I said. “Not your shadow.”

“Hmm. Perhaps if you ask me nicely.”

“You told me not to beg.”

He nipped at the back of my neck. “Do not be smart with me. If you want me, then you will have to ask nicely. If you cannot do that, then my shadow will have you. So, go on. Convince me.”

I swallowed, trying to get my thoughts together. The way he held me so exposed made my heart stutter. “I’m yours,” I breathed, wishing I could see his face. “I’m yours, aren’t I, Enver? So, please, fuck me. Claim me. Ruin me like you promised. Show me how much I belong to you and you alone. I need you?—”

Enver’s grip grew firmer, and he lifted me higher, his erection pressing against my entrance. When I realized he planned to take me like this, I froze, unable to prevent myself from thinking of Julian, to stop the gut-sinking feeling from creeping into me at the thought of being taken from behind. But this was Enver. This was Enver . Not Julian. It would be fine. I couldn’t keep comparing him to Julian. I didn’t want to. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth. I could take it.

Enver held me steady, not attempting to enter me. Realizing he’d probably noticed me freezing up, I tried to relax. “It’s okay,” I said, hoping he didn’t notice how my voice shook. “Do it.”

He remained motionless for a moment, not saying anything, before gently lowering me to the ground. I knew I’d ruined the moment. My skin felt tight, and I couldn’t bring myself to face him, standing stiffly.

“Nell,” Enver spoke softly, taking me by my shoulders and turning me around to face him .

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, keeping my head lowered.

He hooked a finger under my chin, forcing my face up. “Do not apologize. You should not have to force yourself. If you do not want this, then we will not do it.”

“No, it’s not that,” I said quickly. “I do want this. I’m just… I’m still struggling a bit with the whole Julian thing, I guess. Even though I already decided to change, I’m still like this.”

“Change is a process that takes time, is it not? And there is no set timeline for such things. You must go at your own pace. There is no shame in that. You should never be pressured into anything until you are ready. That includes with me.”

“You’re not pressuring me,” I told him.

“Were you not just pressuring yourself for me?”

“That’s—”

“Do not pressure yourself, Nell,” he said. “Never do that for anyone. You should always be comfortable, and if you are not, you have every right to tell any of your lovers that. Do not silently bear it. We will only do things when you are ready and willing. And if you are never ready for some things, that is fine, too.”

I could feel a tightness grow in my throat. Not trusting myself to speak, I wrapped my arms around him, hiding my face in his chest. He embraced me, holding me securely in his arms. He dropped kisses into my hair as I inhaled his scent, letting it fill and calm me.

Once I settled down, I tipped my head up, and his lips immediately met mine in a sweet kiss.

“Do you wish to stop?” he asked me.

I looped my arms around his neck. “No. I want to keep going. But I don’t think I’m ready for you to take me from behind. I need to see your face. I need to see you looking at me. Seeing me.”

“Then we will not do that,” he acceded. “I am content with us facing each other. I never tire of looking at your beautiful face, after all.”

A smile snuck onto my lips. “You’re not half bad, either.”

His gaze darkened. “Not half bad? That is all I get?”

I pretended to consider it, and a deep rumbling noise came from his chest as he yanked me flush against him again, his erection regaining its previous enthusiasm, rubbing against my stomach. I laughed, and he spun me around, guiding us back to the throne. The shadow double dissipated into the air as Enver took a seat upon it again. I planted my hands on his shoulders as he steered me over his lap, my knees resting on either side of him.

His hand slipped between my thighs, sinking two of his fingers into me. “You are quite wet for someone you only find not half bad .”

I rocked onto his hand. “Enver?—”

“Feel for yourself,” he said, withdrawing his hand to grasp mine.

His fingers slid against mine, his palm against the back of my hand, guiding it between my legs. He sank our fingers into me together—two of his, two of mine—and I gasped at the stretch, then whimpered as he curled our joined digits. His fingers were longer and thicker than mine, touching places I couldn’t on my own. The pure intimacy of the act brought the pleasure to an entirely different level. Everything felt so much more intense.

“Perhaps you would find my shadow more to your liking after all?” he contemplated, and a second later, a wintry chest pressed against my back. Chilly lips swept over my shoulder and then down the line of my spine. Then another shadow double materialized, this time at my side, familiar grey eyes drinking in the sight of the way Enver and I pleasured me together.

“They look just like you, though,” I argued weakly .

“So, they are also not half bad ?”

I groaned breathlessly, our fingers thrusting inside me in tandem, stroking against my inner walls. “Enver, I was just teasing you.”

“It hurt my feelings,” he told me, but his amused expression made me think it did anything but that. Mirth glittered in his eyes. “Tell me what you think of me, my little lover. I want to hear it. The truth this time.”

“You’re… perfect,” I confessed, and he slowed the movement of our fingers, making me tremble. “So perfect, I find it hard to believe you even exist. Every time I look at you, I swear I forget how to breathe. You’re beautiful, Enver. No one else could ever compare.”

He withdrew our fingers and released my hand to lift me, notching himself against my entrance. My breath came out unevenly as he lowered me onto him, my hands shooting to his shoulders for balance. “Keep going,” he commanded, his gaze fixed on me.

“I…” I struggled to speak through the stretch. “Uh…”

He pushed down on me, making me take him deeper, and my eyes fluttered closed.

When he spoke again, his voice was husky. “Keep talking, Nell, or I will stop. Open your eyes. Look at me.”

I obeyed, snapping my eyes open again and clinging to him. “You make me forget myself,” I whimpered. “You make me forget anyone and anything else. It’s only you. I can only think of you. I can only want you. Only need you.”

“Good,” he said, his hips thrusting up, burying the last of him deep inside me.

My breathing hitched, and the feeling of him finally inside me sent waves of heat through my body. I didn’t know if it was due to all the earlier teasing or the position, but I felt more sensitive than usual. I tried to lift myself, wanting friction, but he held me still, keeping me seated on him .

“Let us do the work,” he said. “You relax and enjoy.”

My brows furrowed, but then another pair of hands grabbed my ass before sliding under the back of my thighs. Startled, I glanced at the shadow double behind me. He moved in closer, then hoisted me up. Enver mimicked the action, fingers digging into my hips, and together, they moved me as if I weighed nothing. Up, then down. I held tighter onto Enver, the feeling of being manhandled so easily making me gasp.

“Is this okay?” Enver asked.

“Yes,” I replied, pulse thrumming, and they lowered me back down.

“You feel incredible,” Enver breathed. “I cannot get enough of you.”

I moaned and let myself fall forward to rest against Enver’s chest as he and his shadow presided over my movements. Their rhythm over me was slow and steady. My thigh muscles flexed and extended reflexively but expended no effort. It allowed me to focus on the sensation of Enver inside me, stretching and filling me, brushing against every electric nerve. It felt so good. Too good.

Each drag of Enver’s thick length made my body tingle. My breathing turned ragged, and I quivered in his grasp. An angle change had Enver’s thrusts turning shallower, his tip hitting against a sensitive spot inside me, and I moaned deeply. He kept the same position, and each languid movement set my nerves further ablaze. The buildup was unhurried and unrelenting. I writhed against them, unable to escape the pleasure, only able to give into it.

“Enver,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair. Every part of me surged with electricity. “Wait, I think I’m going to come.”

“Oh?” he murmured. “You are not trying to hide it this time? ”

“This is…” My thighs quaked as they kept up their momentum. “It’s too good. I?—”

“Let me choke you,” Enver coaxed, releasing me with one of his hands. In a flash, another replaced his grip, this one’s touch chillier, taking over the maneuvering. “Tell me I can, my little lover.”

I brought my head away from his chest and nodded.

“With your words,” he amended.

“Choke me,” I pleaded.

Enver’s fingers encircled my throat, and I clenched around him in anticipation. He groaned and his grip tightened. Everything faded out around me as he squeezed, restricting my airflow. All my other senses dulled, leaving me with just the heady sensation of his hand around my throat, the rapture of him driving into me, and the growing ecstasy that threatened to overtake me.

My heart hammered in my chest, my mouth opening and closing in an attempt to get air in, only succeeding in getting the barest amounts. Enver’s eyes pierced into mine, entranced with my every reaction. His thumb caressed my neck, the gesture so tender it distracted me for a moment until he fitted it against the hollow of my throat. I couldn’t breathe at all now. My legs shook harder and then my muscles tightened. He didn’t show any signs of stopping. He was going to let me come.

I gave in to the feeling, my head falling back. Finally?—

Then Enver released my throat, and the shadow double lifted me off him. I sucked in air, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes from both lack of air and frustration as my body fought to bring my release. I couldn’t, though, not when I was left empty like this. I could only contract around nothing. This had been the worst one yet. I couldn’t stop trembling, even as Enver settled me back onto his lap, his erection against my stomach, hot and sticky from our combined arousal.

“You are so good for me,” Enver praised, kissing the moisture in the corner of my eyes away. “You are handling this so well.”

I took a shaky breath, staring at him, unable to form any words. He let me rest for a moment, allowing me to compose myself.

“You make me want to see you cry because of me,” he murmured, brushing my hair out of my face. “To see you shed tears because you either cannot handle my denial anymore or because the pleasure I give you is too overwhelming.”

“You’re evil,” I mumbled.

“I prefer cruel if I have a choice in the deprecating words you describe me with.”

“If I cry, will you end the punishment right now and let me come?”

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “No.”

I gave a half-hearted sigh. “Worth a shot.”

“You recover rather well.”

“I’ve had practice now,” I muttered, leaning into him.

“Just once more, my little lover,” he reminded me. “Then I will make you come as many times as you would like.”

“What about you? You have been basically edging yourself as well. Do you want me to…?” I trailed off, bringing my hand between us and stroking him.

“That’s— ah .” He inhaled sharply, his length twitching against me before he pulled my hand away, clearing his throat. “I am fine. You have forgotten I have already felt one orgasm.”

When the shadow version of himself came down my throat. “Oh. Right.”

“How fast do you believe I could make you come right now?”

His question caused me to blush as if he hadn’t made me almost come five times in the past hour alone. “Fast, I think,” I admitted. “I’m pretty wound up.”

“Tell me, then. Would you rather have your sixth denial over and done with quickly, or would you like me to draw it out and take my time?”

I didn’t have to think about it. I didn’t want to wait any longer. “Quickly.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“I think…” I could feel another flush creeping up my cheeks and I avoided his gaze. “I think if you just touch me, it’ll be enough.”

Enver adjusted me so I sat further down on his legs, creating space for him to dip his hand between us again. “Do not be so shy. The fact that you are like this because of me makes it difficult for me to maintain my self-control. You should know by now that you entice me completely. Every sound. Every expression. I crave all of it. All of you.”

His hand cupped my heat before he slid two fingers inside me, his thumb moving to tease my clit. I let out a short breath, closing my eyes. “Yes, just like that, Enver.”

“How are you so wet?” he said, curling his fingers. “It is making me think all sorts of thoughts.”

“Like what?” I asked shakily.

“Like what you would feel like riding my tongue. Your thighs pressed tight around my head, your weight on my face, and your sweet arousal dripping down my chin. I want to suffocate in your heat and drown in your essence. Your hand fisted in my hair, forcing me deeper as you take your pleasure from me.”

I moaned. “Enver…”

“I feel you tightening around me. Do you enjoy that thought? I could do it for hours, my little lover. You could use me all you wanted. I would be content to lie there, pleasing you, letting you grind against my mouth. Taking what you want, for as long as you want. I can think of no better way to spend my time. I wish for nothing more than to be your obedient plaything. ”

“Keep talking,” I groaned, gyrating on his fingers, trying to feel him deeper. “I’m close.”

“Oh? Is that what does it for you?” he whispered, his voice low and husky and right against my ear as his fingers plunged in and out of me faster. “The sound of my voice? You do not know the impure thoughts I entertain regarding you. How much I continue to restrain myself every time you are near. How much I long for you to give me a reason to unleash everything I have held back on you.”

“Tell me,” I whimpered.

“I wish to make a mess of you,” he murmured. “Mark every inch of your skin. Claim you in every way possible. Leave no part of you untouched, no place unknown. I want to fill you in every way possible. Take you repeatedly until both my scent and seed cover you. Until everyone in the world understands you are mine.”

Holy fuck .

“But even then, it would not be enough,” he continued, his voice dropping to a dark and sensual purr. “I would become selfish. I would take you and lock you away so only I could see you. Only I could touch you. You would be a prisoner to my desire. I would keep you here, next to me. Wet and aching. Wanting. Ready to receive me wherever and however I wanted.”

I shuddered, clenching around his fingers again.

“You want that,” he breathed, his lips grazing my ear. “I can tell. Your body gives you away.”

“No—”

“Yes,” he said, thrusting his fingers so deep it tore a cry from my throat. “You do. You want me to keep you as my toy—my pet.”

I fought to breathe, to speak, his fingers moving relentlessly. “N-no.”

“No? Then do not come,” he said, the hand on my hip going to my breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “ Prove to me you do not want to be my willing little captive. That you do not want me to tie you to my bed, naked and ready, open to me at all times. That you do not crave me inside you. Using you over and over until all you know is my name and the word ‘ more’ .”

“Enver,” I whined.

His breath was hot and heavy against my skin as he shifted to scrape his teeth against the juncture of my neck and shoulder. The movement caused his erection to press into me, hard and leaking against my stomach. He was just as turned on as I was. “And when I have to leave you alone, I will not leave you empty,” he vowed, words rough as he rocked his hips up against me to create friction against his own aching need. “My shadows will take care of you in my stead. Keeping you stretched and filled until my return. You will always have a part of me inside you. Always feel me within you. Always belong to me.”

Fuck.

The image he painted in my mind and the way he rutted against me was too much. My nails dug into his shoulder, my back arching as my orgasm crested. “I’m?—”

Enver let out a soft breath, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. He removed his hand, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to suck my juices off them. I struggled for a moment, my body convulsing, trying to reach an orgasm, but, once again, without his touch, it was useless. Instead, I surged forward to kiss him, the taste of me on his tongue making me want him even more.

He broke the kiss after a few moments but kept his face close, smirking. “So, you cannot deny it. You want to be my pet.”

“You…” I began, letting the rest of my sentence die on my tongue, too worn out to argue when I knew he was just teasing me. Instead, I let myself fall against his chest, resting my chin on his shoulder. He chuckled lowly against my ear.

His hands moved to my back, massaging small circles across it, causing me to melt further into him. “That is all six. You did so well, Nell,” he said, his breath falling over my neck, making stirs of desire awaken in me again. “Tell me what you want, my little lover, and it will be yours. All you have to do is ask, and I will fulfill your every desire. Your reward for being so good for me.”

It took me a moment to peel myself away from him. Enver tilted his head, sitting up straight and creating space between us again as he waited for my response. A shadow version of himself stood on either side of us, silent and motionless. I considered all versions of him for a moment. “You said you feel everything they do, right?”

“That is correct.”

“I want payback,” I decided.