Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 18

He didn't bother to show her the rest of the penthouse. By the time Elvis had backed Sophia out of the kitchen and down the hall, kissing her the whole way, her blouse and tights had been left on the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs.

"Wait," She said breathlessly, and slipped out of her skirt. She wanted to be naked. Because she could feel that was what he wanted. The air around them pulsed with power of his craving for her, like a living, breathing thing. The floor pulsed with it. Even The walls pulsed with it. And it was contagious.

Without breaking their kiss Elvis lifted her up as though she weighed no more than a whisper. She hooked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist As he approached the end of the hall in less than the blink of an eye. She'd seen apportment countless times, but never experienced it herself before.

He paused while she untangled her limbs, then helped strip off her bra and panties.

"Now yours," She urged, tugging his shirt from his trousers.

"Not yet, baby."

She managed to unbutton the shirt and suddenly they were in his bedroom. This time she barely noticed the dizzy sensation. She crawled onto the huge bed with him in tow, lowering his towering body onto her. She could feel every hard Ridge and muscle of his magnificent body as he pressed her deep into the feather-soft mattress. She could feel his dick, long and thick and throbbing between her thighs. Covered by too much clothing.

"Off," She said, her hands reaching for his waistband. "I want them off."

"Later. First I want to get you off."

He was strong. Domineering. Big. And exquisitely skilled.

His mouth came down on her breast and suddenly she couldn't draw a breath to argue. At the same time a second, phantom mouth sucked her other nipple into its wet, invisible vacuum.

Sophia cried out. "Not fair!"

He'd done that before. Somehow conjured the illusion of double pleasure. Two mouths. Two tongues. Only this time it wasn't a dream. This was real.

The sensation of it was ten times more vivid in Elvis's bed than in hers. More magic? The wine? Or merely anticipation of what she now knew would follow?

"Let me pleasure you, honey," he said, his power filling her like the buzz from the wine, his voice low and warm, as intimate as the promise of his words. "Tonight is all for you."

Every woman's fantasy.

"Yes, oh, yes."

His tongue played erotically with her nipples, impossible pleasure tightening within her like a wire being pulled to the snapping point. She flung her arms above her head with gasp after gasp, grappling for purchase on something, anything, as her body bowed beneath him.

His fingers slipped between her legs, and a hand seized her wrists, holding them tight above her head.

She bucked and writhed, giving herself over to the incredible pleasure he brought her. A dazzling blackout climax shimmered just at the edge of an almost painfully ecstasy. She felt her orgasm creep closer, closer, robbing her of her breath, robbing her of thought. Robbing her of self. She didn't care. She cried out again, reaching, reaching, and in a split second before it hit, she opened her eyes to look at Elvis, her demon lover, and saw him smile down at her, his bright blue eyes glittering.

"Mine," he whispered.

And she was gone. Cumming hard, wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her body as her orgasm went on and on.

Sophia straddled Elvis's lap. purring almost as his hands ran softly up her thighs. Bending down, she caught his nipple between her teeth and gave it a bite.

Elvis came up off the bed. "Jesus, woman!"

She enclosed it with her mouth and tongued the sting. goose bump flushed over his body. He groaned, immobilised with an unexpected flush of pleasure.

If she didn't feel so damn good straddling his body, he might have been amused. Her tongue sought out his other nipple and teased it to a hard pearl. He threaded his fingers through her hair and held her in place, savouring the sensation. His powers purred around them. Or was it hers? Did the magic of her touch have him bespelled?

She kissed his chest. Her silky hair fell around her face, the long strands trailing over his skin. It felt so good. All of it. The tickle of her hair, the wet velvet of her tongue, the subtle spill of human magic. What was she doing to him?

"You like that," She murmured.

"I'd like it even more a bit lower down," he suggested.

She glanced up. Her lips glistened with moisture, full and lush. Her smile was sensually knowing. He wanted those lips on him, around him.

She read his mind and gave him what he wanted.

But she took her time. She tortured him with those sinful lips and even more with her wanton tongue, drawing out the pleasure, making him pant, making him wait, making him grow harder and thicker and longer until he felt his dick was about to burst. Until he was prepared to beg if he had to, if only she'd finish him off.

"Do it now," he gritted out. "Do it or I'll make you." His energy flared hotly, as though to prove his point.

Her own batted back, rendering him powerless against her. His body sang with frustrated need. Just when he couldn't take it a second longer, an instant before he could dig his fingers into her scalp and give her no choice in the matter, she lifted her eyes to his and smiled her enticing temptress smile.

"Mine," She whispered.

And his whole world exploded.

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