Until the World Falls Down

Chapter 24 .2

Enver raised an eyebrow. “How do you plan to achieve that?”

“Can we go to your bed?” I asked him. “I’m going to need more space.”

“As you wish,” he responded, standing from the throne and hoisting me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

A shadow portal appeared in front of us, and he carried me through it. We appeared in his bedroom, and he carried me over to his bed, lowering me onto the plush mattress. I wiggled back on the bed a bit until my head hung off the edge.

“What are you doing?” Enver asked curiously.

“Bring one of your shadows over here.”

One of the shadow doubles materialized by my head. I reached out and grabbed his hard length, opening my mouth, and taking him inside. Enver’s lips parted as he looked down at me. I sucked on the shadow double for a moment before pulling away. “I want you to fuck me while I suck him off like this.”

Enver’s eyes darkened with lust, and he climbed between my legs, grabbing the backs of my thighs to lift my hips up. I wrapped them around his waist again, getting into position, still figuring out the logistics of my plan, but he drove into me without hesitation, wielding enough force to knock the air from my lungs.

“Wait, your other shadows, too,” I gasped out.

Enver didn’t stop, his fingers digging into my thighs, holding me in place as he rocked into me, pressing in deep and grinding his hips against me. Two more shadows in his visage appeared, though, and I grabbed at the comforter on either side of me.

“Bring them here,” I said through a moan.

The shadow doubles knelt beside me, one in each spot. Enver gazed down at me evenly, a contrast to the way he was slamming into me. “What are you planning?”

“I-I told you. I want payback. I want you to feel four times the pleasure as you fuck me,” I gasped between thrusts. “So, I’ll make use of my mouth and hands at the same time. It might not be six times, but?—”

“I can think of a way to make it six,” Enver cut me off, coming to a stop, his length throbbing inside me, a physical response to my words.

“What? How?”

His hand slid to my ass. “Here.”

He stroked a teasing line down the sensitive space between my cheeks, and I jumped, my face heating. “Woah! Um, no, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

His hand retreated. “Hm.”

“But even if we, um, used that, what would be the sixth?” I asked hesitantly because now I was curious.

“The human body can accommodate many things. I am sure with proper preparation, both I and one of my shadows could fit in here.” He gave a pointed thrust.

I didn’t think I could blush deeper, but the fire burning my skin told me otherwise. “You’re joking, right?”

He blinked down at me .

He wasn’t joking.

“I didn’t expect you to be so kinky,” I said.

“I do not see the problem,” he answered.

“You’re not the one who would have to take two of you inside them! Or three of you if we had it your way! There’s no way that would feel good. I’d die. I think I’d actually die,” I responded, my eyes wide in disbelief.

“You would not know until you try.”

“You want me to die?” I deadpanned.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss my nose. “Fine. I am disappointed, but I concede to your wishes.”

“You’re disappointed?” I repeated, still flustered about what he’d suggested. “Fine. Let me see you do it first.”

“Hm?”

“Take two of your shadows and, I don’t know, make two versions of me with strap-ons on. Then let them both in your ass at the same time.”

Enver pursed his lips down at me. “I do not know what a strap-on is, but I suppose I can infer what it entails. Out of the question.”

“Then don’t suggest that again.”

“I will not.” He shrugged. “I will wait for you to suggest it yourself.”

I let my head fall back, groaning. “You’re impossible.”

“No, I am confident in the pleasure I can give you. However, we are getting sidetracked.” He gave a hard thrust, and all the heat came rushing back through me again. “Open your mouth.”

“I don’t think you’re the one making demands anymore,” I said.

He nearly pulled all the way out of me before snapping forward again in another breath-stealing thrust. “I said open your mouth.”

I did, although in a silent cry, and the shadow double in front of me stepped forward, sliding himself into my mouth again. I lifted my hands, reaching out until my fingers curled around the two remaining shadows’ shafts, pumping them in time with Enver’s thrusts. The response was instant in Enver. His hips stuttered, and the loudest groan I ever heard from him escaped his throat.

Yes, this was having the desired effect on him. Exactly as I wanted. I stroked the shadows at my sides faster.

I pulled my head away from the shadow double in front of me for a moment. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Nell, I have held myself back all night. I am also sensitive,” Enver said, pausing his thrusts. “If you keep this up, I will not last long. I can barely restrain myself as is. I will not be able to stop myself, even if you ask.”

I didn’t answer, attempting to take the shadow double in front of me as far down my throat as possible. My hands continued to move, my thumbs pressing against the tips of the other two shadows, spreading their pre-come around, using what I could as added lubrication.

“Nell,” Enver ground out.

My tongue traced along the veins of his shadow’s length, and Enver moaned. I dug my heels into his sides, using the leverage to rock myself against him, forcing him to move inside me again.

“I will not last,” he warned me again, voice strained.

I pulled back again so I could speak, looking up at him. “Beg me. Beg me to let you come.”

His eyes flashed dangerously. “Do you truly believe you are the one in control right now?”

“I am,” I said, although my confidence wavered at the intense look he was giving me.

“Is that so?”

His shadow double fisted my hair, yanking my head back down, pressing himself against my lips. I let out a startled breath, and he pushed himself back into my mouth, silencing me. Enver pulled my hips down at the same time, impaling me on him. His body moved over mine, his lips at my ear as he spoke again. “If you are in control, then stop me.”

I groaned around the shadow in my mouth and then sucked him hard, my hands gripping the others tightly, not willing to let up. Not willing to let Enver win this one. He swore under his breath, his hips snapping forward in rough, uncontrolled thrusts.

“I do not beg,” he ground out. “You want to provoke me? Fine. Then, I will not hold back and take what I want from you.”

He bent my legs so my knees touched my chest, and then his pace changed. His thrusts turned brutal, jostling my body, sliding me up on the bed, forcing me to take the shadow double further down my throat. I fought against my gag reflex, saliva pooling in my mouth, making it easier to accept him deeper. My hands twisted around the shadow doubles at my sides, my movements uncoordinated and rushed, trying to keep up with everything.

The shadow double inside my mouth brought his other hand to my neck, squeezing it. “I can feel myself in your throat,” he spoke, his voice gravelly. “Do you like that? How deep I am?”

Muffled noises escaped me as Enver pounded into me mercilessly. I tried to look up at him, but the feat was difficult with the way the shadow double held my hair and throat. Enver’s breath turned ragged as he watched the space where our bodies connected. “So beautiful,” he groaned. “Look at how well you are taking me. Taking us. You look perfect like this. Filled with me. Surrounded by me.”

The more he spoke, the rougher his voice became, and the more I could hear his control slipping. It was exactly what I wanted. To see him unravel. He thought I wanted him to beg, but that wasn’t true. I wanted to watch him lose his composure like this. The shadow under one of my hands twitched, and Enver moaned again, the sound addicting. I squeezed around him, lifting my head as much as I could, and his eyes met mine, half-lidded and heavy with desire.

“Do that again,” he rasped.

I complied, and his jaw tightened, his hips slamming against me.

He grunted. “Yes, just like that. Again. You…” He shuddered, his eyes falling shut. A drop of sweat slid down his neck, and I realized his body was taut with tension, his muscles straining.

“You are going to make me come,” he warned in a low moan, his rhythm becoming uneven, his hold on me turning almost painful.

I rolled my hips against him in encouragement. I didn’t know how much more I could handle, either. I steadied myself, breathing in through my nose, before attempting to take the shadow double in front of me all the way into my throat. I knew I could do it, and I knew it would set Enver off. I knew it drove him crazy to see me swallow all of him.

“ Nell .” His voice was guttural and raw, an unspoken plea interweaved with my name.

He placed my leg over his shoulder, allowing him to release it and bring his fingers to my clit. I’d thought about denying his orgasm as he’d done to me so many times, but that thought disappeared the moment he touched me. I cried out around the shadow double, and my throat tried to close around his thickness, causing my entire body to spasm. The noise that left Enver’s mouth as it did was the dirtiest sound I had ever heard from him. Absolutely debauched and incredibly sexy.

The shadow double in my mouth finished first, a flood of cool liquid coating my tongue as he withdrew, painting my face with the rest of his spend. Moans chorused above me, and the shadow doubles at my sides closed in on me. The way they pulsed under my fingers was the only warning I had before they came, shooting their release all over my breasts.

The shadow double holding my hair yanked my head up, forcing me to face the real Enver. He was a mess. Sweat matted his black hair to his forehead and made his skin glisten under the light of the chandelier. His mouth was parted as he panted, needy moans spilling out every few seconds. The sight was so unbelievably erotic I unconsciously clamped around him again.

“ Fuck ,” he swore, his hand leaving my clit to curl around my neck as he buried himself deep inside me one last time.

I moaned as he came, feeling him pulse and spill inside me. “Enver, please,” I begged. “Touch me.”

He shoved my other leg over his other shoulder, now freeing his other hand, continuing to choke me as he expertly worked the spot between my thighs over again. It didn’t take much to send me spiraling into oblivion. After so many denied releases, I came apart quickly, falling silent as my orgasm tore through me, hard and fast. I shook uncontrollably, arching up against Enver as I clawed at the sheets. The pleasure was blinding, my vision going white as the world fell down around us.

Enver let go of my throat, working me through the aftershocks of my climax, drawing everything out until I couldn’t take anymore and whimpered a protest. He dropped forward, his hands on either side of my head as he kissed me, not caring that his shadow’s come covered my lips and chin. He ran a tongue under my lip, gathering his release, and feeding it to me as he slipped his tongue back into my mouth. My legs slipped from his shoulders, and I brought my arms around his neck to keep him close.

“Should I make you come again?” he breathed.

I stilled. Right. He’d never let me come only once. Swallowing, I shook my head. “No, Enver. I’m too sensitive. I really don’t think I?— ”

“Then I will not,” he assured me, kissing me instead. “I wanted to give you the option.”

After a long moment, he shifted his weight, pulling out of me to lie down next to me. I curled up against him immediately, and he smiled, not put off by the stickiness covering my torso. “You are a mess.”

“You did say that’s what you wanted,” I mumbled, still attempting to catch my breath.

“It is a good look on you.”

“Your come?”

He hummed, kissing my forehead. “No. Your flushed cheeks and disheveled state. How you look so thoroughly satisfied. I will have to use my shadows more often.”

I smiled back at him before tucking my face into the crook of his neck. Silence settled between us as he skated his fingertips along the line of my spine.

“Are you all right?” he asked after a little while. “I know all this must have been a lot for you to handle.”

I knew he didn’t just mean the sex. I tried to move even closer to him, my gaze falling on the new—now fully healed—wound on his chest. “I am. Physically, at least.”

“What is on your mind?”

Deciding not to dig up my confusing feelings about finishing the labyrinth, I shifted to the next thought that popped into my mind. “I feel like I failed Isla. Like it’s my fault she lost her challenge.”

“Why do you believe that?”

“I think I’ve been put in everyone’s challenges to help guide them onto the right paths. Or that’s what I thought , at least. Everyone I met before Isla completed their labyrinths. I must have met them for a reason, right? Yet Isla…” I trailed off, my chest tightening. I would never forget the sight of her eyes becoming unfocused and her expression turning blank as she transformed into one of Enver’s many mindless servants. “I kn ow she tried to kill you, but even you don’t know why she hates you so much. Why she was desperate enough to go that far. I wonder if she did have a valid reason for doing what she did. I’m also worried that by failing her, I have failed my challenge.”

Enver hummed, petting my hair. “I can at least assure you Isla has not caused you to fail your labyrinth.”

I turned my chin up so I could see him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Your last challenge awaits.”

“Oh.” Once again, I faced the reality I was one challenge away from being separated from Enver forever. I snuggled into him, needing to feel him as close as possible. “Why do you think she waited to attack you until you were in the throne room?”

“It is the only part of my castle with no windows,” he said. “She must have known she could not defeat my shadows.”

“She also said she’d been looking for something. Some kind of key.”

“I am not sure what she searched so hard for. I only know she never found it, even after all this time.”

And now she never would.

My heart sank, and I changed the subject. “Why is your throne room so secluded, anyway?”

His motions stopped, his hand resting at the base of my neck. “I cannot remember why it was designed that way.”

“Are you ever scared to remember your past?”

“I could not feel fear until today,” he reminded me.

“Oh, that’s true.” I rested my chin against his collarbone, gazing up at him. “I’m afraid of your past.”

“Why is that?”

“I’m scared you could be the murderer Isla thinks you are.”

He gazed down at me, his expression unreadable. “Is that so?”

“I’m not scared because you could be a murderer, though,” I admitted, reaching my hand up to his face to smooth out the crease that appeared on his forehead. “And I still don’t believe you actually killed anyone before.” I hesitated before speaking again. “I’m scared because I don’t think I’ll care either way. Even if you killed someone before, even if you did horrible things, none of it matters to me. I don’t care about who you were, Enver, because I know who you are now. And this version of you is the only one that matters to me. Nothing you might have done in your past could stop me from caring about you.”

His face softened at my words. “My little lover,” he murmured. “For over a century, I have existed in shadows and loneliness, unable to recall my past or the reason for my cursed existence. Never caring nor fearing, unable to die no matter what I tried. Nothing ever mattered to me before. Yet, everything is different now. I still do not fear my past, and I still do not fear the cause of my curse. But now…” He cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin affectionately. “I fear losing you.”

My breath caught, and Enver rolled me onto my back so he could climb over me again, his powerful arms bracketing me beneath him. “Enver.”

“Losing you…” His lips brushed against mine. “Your smile, your kindness, your heart. That is something I cannot bear. You are what matters most to me now. If I lose you, then I lose everything. I would rather have my heart, my memories, and my emotions torn from me again than be without you. I have known darkness for so long I thought I would never know anything else again, yet the time I have spent with you has been the brightest and warmest of my existence.”

I blinked away the sudden moisture in my eyes, wrapping my arms around him, and lifting myself to kiss him. He eased me back down into the mattress, kissing me back tenderly, our bodies melding together. I wanted him. I couldn’t stop wanting him. Not when he kissed me like I was the only person in his entire world. Not when he held me like I was the most precious thing he had. Not when he told me he needed me the same way I needed him.

My thighs parted, and he brought a hand down to my backside, squeezing it before hoisting my leg around his waist. I sighed into his mouth as he entered me again. This time, it was slower. The desperation from earlier had dissipated, leaving us with a simple longing to be with each other. He took his time, moving unhurriedly and drawing out his strokes. We held each other close, our kisses never-ending.

“I don’t want to say goodbye,” I breathed against him.

“Then we will not say it yet,” he responded, trailing adoring kisses down my neck.

I clutched at him, my heart aching. He didn’t understand. I didn’t want to let him go. Not now. Not later. Not ever. “Enver, I?—”

“Hush, my little lover,” he crooned. “We have not said goodbye. Do not let go of me just yet. Stay with me. Remain in my arms and fill the hollowness of my heart. Just for a while longer.”

“I wish you could love me,” I whispered, the confession slipping out before I could stop it, my words laced with a vulnerability that only made the ache in my chest more painful.

He didn’t answer right away, dragging himself out of me and languidly pressing back in. I moaned, and his lips moved back up my jaw, peppering me with kisses until he reached my ear. “I wish I could love you, too,” he murmured back, his deep voice filled with a longing that matched my own.

And that was truly the cruelest part of him.

That, despite how much I wanted him to—despite how much he wanted to—he could never love me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but his lips found mine again, silencing anything I could have said in response.