Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 60

Sophia's anger with Elvis slowly dissolved. How could you be angry at someone in such pain? She believed the honestly of his regret.

"This is my punishment, isn't it?" She asked dejectedly.

Elvis opened his eyes and gazed at her uncomprehendingly. His power was barely a warm kiss on her skin, slumberous, as if he'd given up even trying to be strong or domineering.

"I know your Directive says you must punish me tenfold for my vengeance, it's too late to change now, isn't it?"

"Change what?"

"Losing you. That's my punishment, right?"

His lips parted. His expression softened and he sighed. "I suppose you could look at it that way. I guess it will be both our punishments."

"Why yours?"

He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. "It turns out there is very little i truly understand about humans. I've wronged so many. Cosmic justice works both ways, I suppose."

She smiled wistfully at him, and a riffle of his warmth brushed over her. She put her arms around his neck. "You really have changed."

He reached up and drew his fingers reverently along her cheek, as though she was made of fine porcelain. "Because of you."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I.....I can't go back."

"Then you really must stay. Here, with me."

He smiled, a heartrending, longing filled curve of his sensual lips. The warmth of his energy swelled. "Yes," he said. "For tonight."

"Tomorrow we will talk to my father," She said. "We'll make him understand. We belong together."

He kissed her again. "Your father will do the right thing, I'm sure."

Happiness bubbled up within her. It was going to be all right! She just knew it was. It had to be. "Please, Elvis," She whispered. "Make love to me." She kissed him, soulfully, long and deep, showing him all the love she had for him in her heart. His power flared up and wrapped around her like a wall of liquid heat as he rolled himself on top of her. A few tugs on her clothes and they were gone. Everywhere he touched, her skin came to life, heated by the fires of his power.

She loved being naked under him. Loved the sensation of being covered and coveted by his powerful body. She pulled at his shirt buttons, wanting him as naked as she was. As open and vulnerable as she. Except Elvis would never be vulnerable. He was too strong, too commanding. His body was testament to his strength as he scattered his clothes to the floor.

Muscles rippled in the solid expanse of his arms and chest as he leveled himself between her thighs, his carved hipbones and rock-hard dick contrasting erotically with her softness. His passion breathed along her skin, a hot wind charged with electricity, like the tendrils of a mighty storm.

He thrust into her.

He held still, gazing down at her with a look she had never seen before on his face, in his eyes. Somewhere between possessiveness and.....fear?

"I know you have doubts," he murmured, "I wish I could....I wish I were something other than what I am. For you."

He pushed deeper into her. She felt his heart pounded in her body as surely as she felt her own, their hearts beating fast and frantic, filled with a tangle of emotions.

"No, Elvis," She whispered. "I wouldn't have you any other way than just as you are."

A ripple of his pain swept over her, from a place deep within him. "You don't understand, baby. I-"

"I do," She whispered. "I know all I need to know about you. I love you, Elvis." It was far too late for doubts. Fear, Maybe. But never doubts. "I know you love me too."

His power swelled, gaining strength like heat lightening gathering to strike. His mouth came down on hers and it was as though a storm opened up. His dark energy boiling around her. She gasped at the suddenness and the intensity. He was the fire and her body was the vessel. Their tongues tangled and his power poured through her mouth to her whole body. Wicked and exciting.

She trembled violently. Her body blazed with want, the place were they were joined burned with need. The flames sucked at her, tongued her from the inside, teased her to a heated frenzy.

She was suddenly consumed by an overwhelming pleasure. Elvis threw his head back and groaned deep in his throat. Hot, streaming cum spurted into her, exploding through her as she screamed her release.

"You all right?" He asked moments later.

She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She could only make an inarticulate noise, low in her throat. A sated purr of thorough, dizzying pleasure.

"I'll take that as a yes." He kissed her again. He rolled over, bringing her on top of him. "Sleep, now," he whispered.

Her eyes lids grew heavy. But as sleep began to creep over her like a slow, dark shadow, she felt something in Elvis's lingering touch, in his uneasy breath, in a fleeting memory of something he had said earlier.

Something was wrong.

"Elvis?"

"Hmm?"

"What will he do to you?"

"Who, sweetheart?"

"Rofocale. When you refuse to help him tomorrow night."

Elvis didn't answer. His heart still beat firm and steady below hers. But she could feel a sudden tension in his body.

"Elvis? What is he going to do?"

Slowly, the tension seeped from him and a peaceful look came over his face. It made her nervous. Very nervous.

He sighed and kissed her forehead. And then he said, "he is going to kill me."

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