Chapter 7
BPOV
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The night was an absolute catastrophe, a series of events that left me feeling utterly humiliated and emotionally battered. From the moment I stepped into the gathering, I became the target of ridicule, physical aggression, and verbal abuse. Laughter echoed in the room as people pointed fingers and jeered at my expense.
To make matters worse, one guest, fueled by sadistic pleasure, decided to take it upon themselves to slap me, a cruel act that left me stunned and in disbelief. Another individual, seemingly drunk on power, demanded that I lower myself to the floor and retrieve their fallen silverware. I felt my dignity being trampled on as I obediently crawled, desperately trying to salvage any remnants of self-respect.
But the worst was yet to come. As the night reached its nadir, I found myself being intentionally tripped by an unknown assailant. The force of the fall caused the delicate dishes I had been carrying to crash to the ground, shattering into countless pieces. In the midst of the chaos, I felt a searing pain shoot through my hand, the shards of glass leaving deep cuts that stained the floor with crimson.
The evening had transformed into a nightmare, a relentless assault on my spirit and physical well-being. The scars on my hand would heal, but the scars on my psyche would take much longer to fade. The memory of that disastrous night would forever be etched in my mind, a haunting reminder of the cruelty and callousness that can lurk beneath the surface of social gatherings.
Enzuk tenderly cradled my weak body in his strong, protective embrace, moving with a sense of urgency. The weight of my shame and humiliation pressed heavily upon me, suffocating any remnants of self-esteem. All I yearned for was to retreat into the confines of my desolate cell. I wanted to seek solace in the darkness and never to face this world again. The embarrassment of the night's events washed over me, leaving me shattered and disheartened, as if my very essence had been stripped away.
I sought solace by burying my head even deeper into Enzuk's comforting embrace, allowing my tears to flow freely. The sound of a door shutting caught my attention, causing me to lift my head slightly, anticipating the opportunity to escape from Enzuk's arms and retreat to the safety of my own bed. However, to my surprise, we were not in my familiar room. With curiosity piqued, I glanced around the unfamiliar surroundings, but Enzuk's swift movements prevented me from taking in much detail.
When we finally came to a stop, curiosity got the better of me and I couldn't resist taking another peek at our surroundings. It was abundantly clear that this was not my cell. In fact, we weren't even in a bedroom. Instead, we found ourselves in a breathtakingly grand and opulent bathing room. The sheer size of it made it feel more like a regal bathing hall than anything else. The floors, adorned with bright white marble, exuded an air of elegance, while plush white rugs added a touch of luxury to the space.
As my eyes wandered, they were immediately drawn to the centerpiece of the room - an enormous shower that seemed to defy all expectations. Enclosed by large panels of pristine glass, it stood as a testament to extravagance. Not only was it spacious enough to accommodate multiple people, but it also boasted several comfortable seating areas, inviting one to linger and indulge in the ultimate bathing experience.
The attention to detail was remarkable. Glistening chrome fixtures adorned the walls, reflecting the soft glow of the ambient lighting. The air was filled with a delicate fragrance, a subtle hint of exotic flowers, adding to the overall sensory delight. It was impossible not to feel a sense of awe and wonderment in this magnificent space.
In addition to the luxurious and expansive shower, there was an equally impressive feature in the bathroom - a colossal whirlpool tub. The tub, with its inviting and relaxing jets, beckoned guests to indulge in a soothing bath. Adjacent to the tub, neatly stacked red and gold towels awaited, ready to cocoon anyone in ultimate comfort and warmth.
"Enzuk-"
"Shhh," he said as he took a seat on the cushioned bench. I looked at him, wiping the stray tears from my face. "I shouldn't have let them treat you that way. I should have stepped in sooner," he said.
I shook my head. "It doesn't matter anymore. I just want to go to my cell. Just take me to my bed." He lifted me off his lap and set me down on the cushion as he walked to the shower and turned several knobs. The water tumbled down from the top like a waterfall, steam flowing from the hot water and causing the glass to fog. I looked around awkwardly.
As his gaze met mine, a wave of guilt washed over me. His once pristine white robe now bore the evidence of me - smudges of food and streaks of blood. In the midst of all the uproar, I had completely forgotten about my own disheveled state, oblivious to the fact that I was still adorned with remnants of a messy meal and a deep, painful gash on my hand.
Enzuk's return to me was swift, and he lowered himself into a crouched position in front of me. He held his hand out to me. "Let me see that hand." I shook my head.
"Enzuk-"
Enzuk grabbed my hand against my will. His touch was gentle as he examined the cut, now crusted over with dried blood. As he held my hand, his gaze was filled with anger.
"I am sorry-"
"No," he interrupted, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. "Don't apologize," he insisted.
" I ruined your robe…" I murmured, feeling guilty for the damage I had caused.
A sad smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he firmly grasped my chin. "Why would you even think I care about that?" he questioned, his voice laced with disbelief. "Do you honestly believe that the state of my clothes is what occupies my thoughts right now?"
In that moment, silence enveloped us as I gazed deeply into his mesmerizing eyes. The unspoken words between us hung in the air, yet my lips remained sealed. Our connection was profound, transcending the need for verbal communication.
Enzuk let out a deep sigh, his mind filled with contemplation, as he gently pressed a clean cloth against the wound. His eyes met mine as I winced in pain, causing him to pause momentarily, his thoughts seemingly drifting into a realm of concern and empathy. Without a word, he discarded the cloth and effortlessly lifted me up, cradling me in his strong, protective embrace. The sheer strength and tenderness in his touch overwhelmed me, as if I were weightless in his arms.
With purposeful steps, he carried me toward the inviting embrace of the shower. Without even bothering to undress, he carried me inside.
"Enzuk no. Your clothes-"
"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but you, right now," he whispered.
As I looked into his eyes, I delved deep, seeking any hint of insincerity or indifference, but all I found was a genuine display of sincerity and care. It struck me as peculiar how, not too long ago, Enzuk and I were bitter adversaries, locked in a fierce rivalry. It seemed like an eternity ago when Enzuk adamantly declared that we could never bridge the gap between us. And yet, in this very moment, he cradled me with utmost tenderness, his touch conveying a newfound connection that defied all odds.
The sound of cascading water filled the space, creating a soothing symphony that drowned out the noise of the outside world. The warm droplets embraced our bodies, washing away the burdens of the day, leaving only the purity of the present moment. Nestled against his chest, I felt an overwhelming sense of security and comfort. His arms formed a shield around me, shielding me from the world. Nothing and no one could get to me. I was safe with him. The world outside ceased to exist as we surrendered to the solace of each other's presence. Our bodies, drenched in the warmth of the water, merged into one, erasing any boundaries that may have separated us before.
Enzuk had witnessed me at my most vulnerable, yet he cared for and accepted me unconditionally. With him by my side, I found strength and a sense of wholeness.
As I delicately reached for the fabric of my black dress, a palpable anticipation filled the air. The rapid rhythm of Enzuk's heart echoed in my ears, evidence of his heightened excitement as he observed my every movement. Slowly, I began to slide the dress off my shoulders, revealing more of myself to him.
His hand, firm yet gentle, abruptly halted my trembling movements. "No. Isabella, you don't have to do that," he whispered, his voice laced with concern and an underlying tenderness. "You have had a long night. And I don't want you to do something you'll regret. I understand how awful tonight's events were, but you owe me nothing. I did what I should have done. I have no regrets."
I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but found none. Instead, I saw a glimmer of reassurance, a silent promise that he would always be there to protect me, even from myself. As his hand gently released its grip on mine, I felt a sense of calm wash over me.
"I'm not doing it because I think I owe you something. I want to," I whispered.
He shook his head. "Your body. On Earth you told me it's for your mate to see. And I-" he glared at the floor. "I don't deserve it. I didn't bring you to shower to see your body in that way." I placed my hands on either side of his face and lifted his head so that our eyes met.
"You defended me tonight," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "You do deserve it. I didn't ask you to do that."
His eyes met mine, his tenderness shining through. "You didn't need to ask," he replied softly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. Without another word, he guided me toward a nearby marble bench and gently seated me on the cold surface.
As I watched him, I couldn't help but be captivated by his presence. The hot water cascaded over his body, causing his white robe to cling to his sculpted chest, accentuating his muscular physique. His long silver hair stuck to the sides of his face, framing his features as his ears bent back slightly.
"You should wash," he suggested, his concern evident in his voice.
I couldn't help but return his concern, my gaze shifting to his stained clothes. "So should you," I replied. To my surprise, he took a step back, his lips trembling slightly. As he continued to retreat, the water and steam created a hazy barrier between us. I could still make out his silhouette, but it was a blurry version of the man I had come to know.
I frowned. Enzuk, with his immense strength, had unleashed a ferocious assault upon one of his own comrades, solely for my sake. The sight of his raw power and unwavering determination had left me in awe. In the presence of Aro and the entire royal court, he had fearlessly demonstrated his unwavering dedication to my well-being. He carried me away from the horrid place. He held me as I cried. And yet, after all that he still put distance between us.
Perhaps it was that woman who was on his arm. Perhaps she held his heart. Maybe he refused to see my body because his loyalty belonged to her. Confusion and worry filled my mind as I tried to comprehend his sudden withdrawal. I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever uncover the truth behind his guarded demeanor.
One moment, his actions conveyed a strong desire to possess me completely. In other moments, he was distant, withdrawing himself emotionally and physically. It perplexed me and made me uncertain about his true intentions.
And I was tired of guessing.
I rose up from the bench and made my way toward Enzuk, traversing the translucent curtain of water that stood between us. He was stationed on another secluded stretch of beach, situated at the other end of the large shower. His robe had been discarded as he sat there, legs slightly apart, his head bowed low, while his hands provided support on either side of him. A cascade of shimmering silver locks fell in front of his face as he remained in this contemplative position.
I was tired of constantly questioning the depth of Eznuk's emotions toward me. Despite what had happened between us, deep down, I knew that I had developed strong feelings for Enzuk. I was tired of denying it. But did he reciprocate those feelings? Was I simply insignificant to him? And if I truly meant nothing to him, why did he go out of his way to defend me? Why did he try to repair the bond that had been shattered on Earth by giving me gifts and taking me to secluded places?
I halted in front of Enzuk. "Do you feel absolutely nothing for me?" I asked.
Enzuk's head snapped up, his bright blue eyes meeting mine with a sudden intensity. It was as if he had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed my presence crossing the invisible barrier between us. His eyes swirled down my body as I stood before him. Something began to emerge between his legs. He cleared his throat, as he quickly closed his legs, and rested his tail on his lap. "Isabella-"
"No. You knew on Earth how I felt about you. That-I had some feelings for you. It's strange, but I did have feelings for you. And still you betrayed me. Then you saved me, brought me to your planet where you have spent time with me, giving me gifts…and yet…tonight. I-saw you with another woman at the party. You make it seem like you care for me one moment and then are so distance the next."
"You said you did not have feelings for me."
"Is she your mate?"
Enzuk looked away from me. "Why?"
"Tell me!"
"No," he said softly. "You know who my mate is," he said looking back at me. "I think its very obvious who my mate is, Isabella." He gave me a pointed look.
"I thought there was something between us at one point, but it turned out I was just being a gullible idiot. I trusted you once and that didn't work out. And now, I'm more confused than ever. So, tell me."
"Tell you what?" He growled.
"Tell me the truth. Tell me how you feel about me. I want to hear the words."
Eznuk's presence commanded attention as he stood before me, his movements deliberate and powerful. Each step he took toward me was accompanied by the mesmerizing sight of his pale, muscled thighs glistening with water droplets. His silver hair, like liquid moonlight, swayed behind him.
My gaze inadvertently wandered, capturing a glimpse of what his tail had concealed between his legs while he was seated. The sight was unexpected, and my eyes widened in surprise. Instinctively, I took a step back, attempting to create some distance between us. But before I could retreat any further, he reached out and firmly grasped me, pulling me closer to him. In that moment, his touch was both possessive and tender, as if he wanted to ensure I fully experienced the intensity of his emotions.
"No," he said, forcing me to face him, "don't turn way. I thought my actions would reveal enough of how I feel. You know I feelings for you. More than feelings. In fact, I can't even describe the passion I feel for you. It's something I have never felt for another female. And you're right. It was never my intension to fall in love with a human. To fall in love with you. But you want to hear the words? You say you doubt my feelings for you, Isabella? Well, let me set the record straight. You captivate me entirely. Each moment we spend together only makes me fall for you more. I know we face dangers by being together. My kind and yours do not mix. But my heart will not be silent. Your presence in my life has an enchanting effect on me. It always has, since the moment I laid eyes on you. I didn't know what the intense feeling was. I tried to deny it for a long time. But the truth is, my heart yearns for you, Isabella, above all else. The way you affect me is indescribable, driving me to the brink of madness with desire."
My heart raced as I looked into Enzuk's intense, smoldering gaze.
"I saw you with another woman at the party," I said, my voice filled with hurt and betrayal.
He sighed and half rolled his eyes, as if my accusation was nothing more than an annoyance. "I feel nothing for her," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.
My clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white. "But I saw you embracing her, Enzuk! How can I trust you? How can I trust what you tell me now?"
He pulled me close to him. "Isabella," he whispered, his voice low and seductive, "that woman, she means nothing to me. I was merely putting on a show, a facade to mask my true intentions before revealing my heart's desire to you. Can you not see that? Can you not see that all my actions, my entire world, revolve around you?"
I stared into his piercing eyes, my heart torn between doubt and longing. I felt for Enzuk in ways I had never felt for another man. Yet doubts crept into my mind like a persistent shadow. Still, as I looked at him, so hopeful, so sincere, I couldn't deny the raw passion that emanated from his gaze.
"You said we could never be mates. That Omna and humans don't mix. How many times did you tell me that?"
He sighed. "Yes, I did. I didn't know what I felt for you Isabella. I had never felt what being in the presence of my mate would feel like. I knew there was something about you that appealed to me. But I thought it would pass if I just persisted in my mission. When you almost died in my arms, I felt something I had never felt before. I realized what a huge mistake I made. That I had actually almost killed the most important thing in my life. When I saved you, I knew you meant more to me than anything else in the world," he confessed, his voice filled with regret.
He continued, "That's why I brought you to Novis, and hid you in Melxa's care, hoping to give you a life free from danger. I attempted to stay away, but I couldn't resist. I even tried to force myself to find a mate among my own kind, but the woman you saw me with holds no significance to me. Her touch repulses me, and the mere thought of being near her fills me with disgust. The only touch I yearn for is yours. Isabella, you are the one I wish to be united with. You, and only you, are my true mate. And I'm tired of fighting against it. I'm exhausted from not having you by my side as my mate. However, I am fully aware that I have not earned the right to claim you. I committed the unforgivable act of attempting to kill you, I repeatedly denied my feelings for you, and I failed to protect you when you needed me the most. Tonight, you were humiliated, and I allowed it to happen. You were injured, and I failed to prevent it. I understand that it may seem like mixed signals, but Isabella... I am deeply ashamed of myself."
I stood there, frozen, disbelief etched on my face. I had braced myself for rejection, for him to confirm what I had feared all along. But to hear him confess his true feelings, his regrets, and his desire to be with me as his mate, was beyond what I had imagined.
Tears shimmered in my eyes as I took in his words and processed the weight of his confession. The shower fell into an eerie silence as I struggled to find my voice amidst the tumult of emotions raging within me.
Finally, I found my voice, my words quivering with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Enzuk... I... I don't know what to say. You've hurt me, rejected me, and pushed me away countless times. I want to believe you, Enzuk," I admitted, my voice quivering with uncertainty. "But how can I deny what I saw with my own eyes?"
Enuk's lips curled into a smirk, and he tilted his head. "Then perhaps, Isabella, you need to see with more than just your eyes," he said, his voice both teasing and seductive. I felt a sudden jolt in my chest as his hand tightened its grip around my arm, sending a rush of adrenaline through my veins. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as he extended his other hand toward me, his fingers delicately caressing the contours of my jawline. The touch was both electrifying and tender, igniting a myriad of emotions within me. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive, as if his touch had the power to awaken dormant sensations. As his finger traced along the edge of my jaw, I could feel the warmth of his touch spreading like a wildfire, leaving an indelible mark on my skin and etching itself into the depths of my soul.
"Close your eyes," he whispered, his voice a velvety caress that sent shivers down my spine.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he meant, but the lure of his touch was too irresistible to resist. My eyelids fluttered closed, and darkness enveloped me. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt his warm breath ghost against my ear.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, his voice filled with an intoxicating blend of desire and anticipation. My heart raced, unsure of what was to come. Still I nodded.
Suddenly, I felt his warm lips on my neck, a delicate touch that sent a wave of energy coursing through my veins, my body melting against his as our desires intertwined in a passionate dance that shattered the doubts and insecurities that had plagued my heart, leaving only the raw, unadulterated love I had been desperately searching for.
Every single moment I had spent visiting him in that cold, desolate cell on Earth, a whirlwind of emotions would engulf me, overwhelming my senses. The intensity of my feelings for him would surge to the forefront of my being, as if they had been patiently waiting for this very moment. Countless times, I had daydreamed about the sheer ecstasy of being wrapped in his embrace, eagerly longing for the day when our souls would finally intertwine. And now, in a twist of fate, the universe had conspired to bring us together.
He reached out toward me, his touch delicate and determined. The anticipation that had been building within me suddenly soared, causing my heart to flutter uncontrollably. Every nerve in my body came alive as his fingertips grazed my cheek, sending shivers cascading down my spine. "You don't know," he whispered, his voice husky with longing, "how long I've dreamt of this moment."
I nodded; my own voice caught in my throat. The intensity of his desire was overwhelming, and I found myself unable to form coherent words. I had dreamt of it too. So many times. Only, I never knew it could be a reality.
"Do you remember what I said in the garden, about feeling? That's exactly what I want you to do right now Isabella. Feel every emotion. Don't think. Just feel." And in that moment, as the world around us faded away, I surrendered to the depths of passion and desire, allowing myself to be consumed by the intoxicating ecstasy of his touch.
My breath hitched as his hands moved to caress one of my breasts through the fabric of my dress. With each gentle stroke, my body responded eagerly, aching for his touch as I gave in to the intoxicating allure of his presence.
"Enzuk," I moaned.
"Just feel."
With an intense grip, his fingers tightly wrapped around the strands of my hair, applying a resolute and unwavering strength as he forcefully pulled my head backwards. The commanding strength with which he tugged at my hair created a thrilling tension, as if every strand was an extension of his dominance over me. The firm pressure exerted on my scalp ignited a mix of pleasure and pain, intertwining in a complex dance that heightened my senses and left me yearning for more.
"Open your eyes," he commanded. As I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of piercing blue eyes, burning with a mix of desire and mischief. "You are mine, Isabella."
I couldn't help but blush at the intensity of his gaze. "Y-yours?" I stammered, my heart racing.
With a mischievous grin, he tilted his head and leaned in, drawing closer until his breath, warm and intoxicating, playfully danced against her ear. In a husky whisper he confessed, "Yes, it is you and only you that I desire." As his lips gently grazed my earlobe, a surge of stirring sensations rushed through my entire being, causing my eyes to widen in surprise and my cheeks to blush a deep shade of crimson. The pounding of my heart echoed in my chest, its rhythm mirroring the fervent excitement that was rapidly building within me. In that moment, I couldn't deny the exhilaration that his words brought, nor the simmering heat that enveloped them, creating an undeniable connection between our souls.
"W-Why?" I managed to ask.
With a soft chuckle, he emitted a laughter so gentle, it resembled a soothing, melodious hum that sent an exquisite shiver cascading down her spine. "Since the very moment I laid eyes on you, you have captivated my undivided attention," he confessed. "Your fiery spirit, your quick-wittedness, your unwavering passion... you possess a uniqueness unlike anyone I have ever encountered." As his other hand gradually withdrew from my now aroused nipples, it gracefully ascended to my cheek, tracing an intricate path with utmost delicacy. "I yearn for a partner who can match my fervor, someone who possesses the ability to challenge my limits. And, my dear Isabella, it is you who perfectly fulfills that role."
My heart fluttered at his words. Still, I persisted. "Well. I won't be tamed easily, you know. I won't be a mere possession for you. And I have no intension of being your second choice. I won't sit by and watch you…be with another. Even if you say it's just for show."
He smirked again, a devilish glint in his eyes as he stepped even closer, eliminating the remaining space between us. His hand rose to cup my chin. "I have no intention of taming you. I want to be the one who unlocks the hidden passion within you, who ignites the fire that burns fiercely in your soul. You are always my first choice. And always will be. Do not give that other woman a second thought."
The intensity of his gaze burned into me, melting away any lingering doubts. I could feel the magnetic pull between us growing stronger with each passing second, drawing me toward him like a moth to a flame. It was dangerous, exhilarating, and undeniably thrilling all at once. Our embrace was a fusion of passion and hunger.
"You belong to me, Isabella. You always have." Enzuk's lips crashed onto mine, setting off a passionate frenzy that left me breathless and yearning for more. The heat of his body surrounded me and I felt my heart racing. His kiss was filled with a passionate intensity that I had never experienced before. His lips moved with mine in unison, and I felt myself melting into him. His fingers tangled in my hair, as his tongue explored my mouth with eagerness. I felt my body trembling with desire as I surrendered to his embrace. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, yet I never wanted it to end.
His grip on my hair tightened as his other hand moved with urgency across my body, sending waves of pleasure and desire coursing through my veins. His touch was like a drug, and I found myself wanting more and more. I felt myself being taken away to a new and exciting world, and the sensation excited me like nothing else. He kept exploring, and I couldn't help but feel a deep connection with him. I wanted him so bad. I had wanted this for long.
He pulled back and his eyes were full of hunger. His gaze was intense, as if he wanted to devour me whole in one bite. His lips curled into a passionate snarl as he growled, "Mine!" before pressing his lips again to mine. Our lips moved in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of sensations that left us both breathless. I could feel an inferno within me, engulfing my senses and driving me mad with desire.
I could feel the steam from the shower filling the air around us, creating an intimate atmosphere. I ran my hands through his long silver hair. The sensation of his long silver hair between my fingers was incredibly soothing, as if I was caressing silk. As the warm water cascaded down our bodies, it seemed to wash away any worries or stress, leaving only the present moment.
His moan resonated through the steam-filled bathroom. It was a moan of pleasure, a testament to the desire and connection we shared in that moment. He released my hair and wrapped his arms tightly around my body. I could feel the strength and protection he offered, making me feel safe and cherished. The water continued to pour over us, creating a symphony of sound that blended with our heavy breaths and the rhythm of our hearts.
As our bodies pressed against each other, the heat between us intensified. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to the raw and unbridled passion we shared. It was a moment of surrender, where inhibitions melted away and we allowed ourselves for the first time to be consumed by the pleasure that enveloped us. As our lips finally separated, a lingering desire stirred within me, craving for a deeper connection with him.
His body shuddered with a mix of anticipation and desire as my small hand delicately traced a path across his chest. Enzuk's palm traced sinuous paths down the curves of my backside, his fingers dancing teasingly at the edges, before drifting upwards to toy with the delicate tendrils of my hair that cascaded like a silken waterfall over my shoulders.
Enzuk and I had never experienced such intimate solitude until now. It was a moment of discovery, as we delved into the uncharted territories of each other's physical beings. Our bodies, so distinct and diverse, fascinated us both. A mischievous smirk played on my lips as a thought crossed my mind - did Enzuk secretly long for me to possess a tail? I couldn't help but ponder if my lack of resemblance to Omna, the idealized figure, left him feeling somewhat let down. His hand tenderly glided up and down my spine, imparting a soothing sensation that enveloped me entirely.
In a hushed tone, I murmured, "I am not Omna," locking eyes with him, conveying a sense of sincerity. "I will never look Omna," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. I lowered my gaze. "D-does that bother you?" As if to safeguard me, his tail enveloped me tenderly, exuding both tenderness and possessiveness. With utmost care, he used a solitary finger to gently tilt my chin upwards, creating an intimate connection between us.
His lips curved into a tender, enthralling smile, his gaze brimming with an intense fusion of pure adoration and palpable relief. "I'm glad you are not Omna," he whispered, each word weighted with a profound torrent of emotion. "I always knew my mate would be a beacon of uniqueness, unparalleled in every conceivable way."
In that transcendent moment, a tidal wave of warmth and acceptance cascaded over me, dissolving my lingering doubts and insecurities like the morning sun burning through a stubborn mist. He didn't care that I was not Omna. I smiled. That was a shackle I no longer had to bear; my individuality was not merely tolerated but cherished and exuberantly celebrated by the one who delicately cradled my heart in his hands.
"So. You were wrong?" I smiled at him.
He tipped his head. "About what?"
"Us. I am your mate. Humans and Omna can mix."
Enzuk looked into my eyes with a mischievous glimmer, his lips curling into a playful smile, as the shower water elegantly trickled down the sides of his face. Then he chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a wet strand of hair behind my ear. "I never said it was impossible. Just highly improbable," he retorted, his voice dripping with charm.
"You said it would never work. Admit it. You were wrong."
He sighed. "I suppose I was wrong. But don't think you have completely won this argument just yet." He smirked, trailing his fingers along the curve of my waist. "You denied your feelings for me too, while on Earth. Did you not?"
I nodded slowly. "It's true that I was confused on Earth, and perhaps too afraid to acknowledge what was growing between us."
"And now?"
I smiled. "Now I have you. My place is with you."
He smiled down at me. "Yes. It is. Besides. You wanted me first."
I shook my head. "No. I remember you saying you wanted me the moment you saw me."
"I didn't know what I was feeling. I was innocent. You, however, were touching yourself to me every night. Weren't you?"
I blushed. "N-no."
He chuckled. "Oh. I think you were."
"It's none of your business. And you were not innocent. You were the one that kept brining up mating. Even when you knew I was uncomfortable."
"Because you became aroused when the topic came up," he said in a low voice, "and I liked your scent."
I smacked him playfully. "And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"You didn't…feel anything? During our talks?"
"Hmm, I must admit that I once indulged in the delightful fantasy of what it would be like to intimately connect with you. Those vivid imaginings brought me immense pleasure. However, experiencing the actual sensation of touching you now surpasses anything my mind could conjure up."
"Oh, is that so?" I couldn't help but let my fingers trace the contours of his well-defined biceps, feeling the strength beneath my touch. It was like touching a war god. Slowly, my hands glided up and down his muscular arms, savoring every inch of his sculpted physique. And he was all mine.
I jumped as his hand firmly grasped my buttocks. He smiled as he effortlessly drew me closer to him, igniting a surge of desire within me. With a mischievous smile, he whispered, "Yes, and what captivates me even more is the fact that you possess no tail. It grants me a unique advantage, allowing me to keep you tantalizingly trapped in one place while I indulge in the sheer pleasure of exploring every inch of your exquisite form." A rush of heat surged through my cheeks, intensifying as the vivid image flickered in my mind like a reel of memories. It was as if my body had a mind of its own, craving him with an insatiable desire that was impossible to ignore. Every nerve in me seemed to tingle, responding to his mere presence in a way that was unmistakably obvious to anyone observant enough.
"Tell me again," I whispered, my voice barely above a breathy sigh, "that you are mine."
His eyes locked with mine, his gaze unwavering and filled with a fierce determination. "I am yours," he replied, his voice laced with unwavering conviction. "Forever. I will fight for you, protect you from any harm that dares to come your way. My love for you knows no bounds, extending beyond the realms of time and space."
His words resonated deep within my soul, touching a place that had long yearned for such unwavering devotion. I could feel the weight of his promises, the strength of his commitment, and it overwhelmed me in the most beautiful way.
"I would burn the world," he continued, his voice low and intense, "if it meant keeping you safe. I would lay every enemy that dares to hurt you at your feet, ensuring that they never pose a threat again. You hold my heart, my every breath, and my very essence. Without you, my existence would be meaningless, devoid of purpose."
Tears welled up in my eyes. In his words, I found solace, a sanctuary where my fears and insecurities were silenced. I took a deliberate step back, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. With a flick of my hand, I gracefully pulled at the delicate fabric of my dress, allowing it to cascade down to the floor, revealing my vulnerable body before him. The air crackled with anticipation as his eyes hungrily roamed every inch of my naked form, his breath hitching audibly in his throat. A deep, primal groan escaped his lips, echoing the desire that coursed through his veins.
I glanced nervously down at the ground, wrapping my arms around my naked form.
His authoritative tone pierced through the air, commanding me to stop my feeble attempt at concealing myself. "Don't," he insisted, his voice filled with a mixture of intensity and tenderness. "Don't hide yourself from me. You truly are beautiful, just as you are. Never before I have beheld such beauty." He held his out. "Come here."
Closing the physical and emotional distance between us, I took his hand. He pulled me close to him and I wrapped my arm around his strong, muscular body, seeking comfort in his warmth. My head found its rightful place against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat providing a comforting backdrop to the tension that hung in the air. His hands, rough yet tender, glided down the curves of my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With a strength that both surprised and thrilled me, he effortlessly lifted me up, allowing my legs to wrap around his body, creating an intimate connection that transcended words.
As he carried me, every step a testament to his unwavering strength, he claimed me with possessive kisses along the sensitive skin of my neck. My head tilted back, as I moaned. Each touch sent chills of pleasure coursing through my body, intensifying the already overwhelming desire that consumed us both. The world around us faded into insignificance as we became lost in the raw, unadulterated passion that pulsed between us.
A sudden surge of intensity jolted through me as he forcefully pressed my back against the unforgiving shower wall, the cool tiles providing a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from our bodies.
"I want you, Isabella. I want you so bad. You have no idea how many times I have pictured you in my arms this way. Naked. Wanting. Begging to be pleasured. It drives me crazy. You drive me crazy."
I swallowed hard, my bare breasts heaving up and down with anticipation.
"Tell me to stop," he said. However, his eyes pleaded for the opposite. "Tell me to stop, and I will." I shook my head, unable to utter the words he longed to hear. His voice dropped into a low growl as he confessed, "I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to take advantage of you. If you don't want this right now, I understand. I will not force you."
My heart ached at his concern, but my desire outweighed any fear. "I don't want you to stop," I whispered, surrendering to the intensity of our connection. "I want you too." I nodded. "Yes. I want this."
His grip on my legs remained unyielding, holding me in place as he suddenly unleashed his pent-up desire upon me. I looked down as he moved to place his large arousal inside me. My eyes widened as his member suddenly lengthened, as if half of it was hidden the entire time. Before I could speak, he plunged it into me. As if he knew the pain it would cause, he swiftly stifled my scream with his lips, muffling any sound that threatened to escape as he slowly entered me. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, causing me to instinctively dig my nails into his back, desperately seeking an anchor amidst the overwhelming sensations.
Oh my god. Pain. But. So much pleasure.
As he moved gently, letting me adjust to his size, he soothingly rubbed the sides of my parted legs. Tears prickled my lashes as our lips parted and I struggled to breathe. He nipped at my earlobe and placed many tender kisses along my neck. When he went deeper, I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his muscled back.
The pressure I exerted should have caused pain, but he showed unyielding strength. It was as if my nails were mere whispers against his resilient flesh, unable to penetrate the fortress of his endurance. His unwavering composure only fueled the fire within me, igniting a primal desire to leave a mark on his skin, to make him feel the pain I was in. Yet, despite the forceful grip of my fingertips, he remained unflinching, his body a testament to his unwavering resolve.
"Scratch as hard as you want, Isabella," he chuckled, his breath tickling my ear. "You can't hurt me. At least not physically." He pulled back and then pushed inside me again. I threw my head back, opening my mouth in shock, as he tore through me. "So beautiful," he whispered as he delivered soft kisses along my throat. "I have always imagined what you would feel like. It's amazing. The pain will pass soon. I promise." After a little bit, I body did finally accept him.
When I had finally adjusted to him, he tilted his head back, locking eyes with me. "Are you alright?"
Without words, I conveyed my consent, my willingness to surrender to this shared passion. "You never said it…it was that…big."
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I'm not human Isabella. I told you human men were inferior. In more ways than one. I felt it was better not to warn you of the size. But, you've passed the pain, it's time for pleasure." His lips collided again with mine, drowning out any audible expression of pleasure that managed to escape my lips as he started to thrust inside me.
With each primal grind of our bodies against one another, the boundaries of pleasure became hazy, blending together until it was impossible to distinguish where I ended, and he began. In this symphony of ecstasy, our souls merged, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that consumed us both. "I have wanted you for so long," Enzuk grunted out between thrusts. "You are mine. My mate." I moaned as I tried to keep up with his unrelenting thrusts. "Mine," he kept saying as he pushed inside me with an animalistic drive.
"Enzuk," I gasped, my voice filled with urgency.
"Say it," he grunted out. "Say it! Say you are mine."
"I-I" His thumbs dug into my thighs as he rammed himself inside me, my head sliding up and down against the slick walls.
"Let me hear you."
"Yes. Yes. Yes, I am yours." I felt so much pleasure. It was amazing. Fiery and unbridled passion. I felt my insides tighten around him. I could feel my release coming. So close.
Enzuk chuckled. "Don't hold back. Take your pleasure. You deserve it. You deserve so much. Don't think. Feel."
"Oh my-oh my-ahhhh" I moaned as my release washed over me in waves. Enzuk growled in response.
"Oh. Great gods," He tilted his head back and released a deep groan as he reached climax within me. Panting heavily, he redirected his gaze toward me. It could have been me, but he appeared anything but done. I didn't think I could go another round. As I glanced at our point of connection, I observed crimson droplets.
Enzuk's eyes grew wide, prompting him to swiftly withdraw.
"It's ok-"
He scooped me up in his arms, took a seat on the shower bench, and set me across his lap. "You are bleeding."
"I just didn't expect the size…" He ran his hand up and down my back as he pushed my hair behind my ear.
"Maybe I should not have been so rough."
"I'm ok. Really."
He smirked. "Did you feel pleasure?"
"That part was good."
"Just good?" I blushed. "Perhaps we should go another round. Or three."
I smiled. "It was amazing. But Enzuk," my eyes widened. "I don't think…" As much as I wanted more of him, I didn't think my body was ready to handle him again so soon. I was sore.
"Don't worry. I'll put your health first. This time."
I wasn't a virgin. It's just that he was massive, and it had been a while.
"I don't wish to hurt you. You are so beautiful, Isabella," he murmured, tilting his head to rest against mine. "I never want to witness you shattered like you were tonight. I would rather set the world ablaze and make those who dare to mock you kneel at your feet."
"Enzuk, you couldn't control-"
"Yes, I could. I could have fought for you earlier. You may be human, but you are mine. I am done pretending that I don't feel any emotions for you. You are my soulmate. I-I love you, Isabella."
I smiled at him. Tears coming to the surface. "I love you too, Enzuk. I don't know the forces that brought us together. However, I have always sensed your extraordinary nature." I locked my gaze with his captivating sapphire eyes. "But…I don't know how we can possibly be together. How will this ever work? I will never be accepted as an Omna. I am not one of them. They wish me dead. They view as a slave."
A tender smile graced his lips as he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Leave that to me. You are not to worry about those things. I will not be in a world where you do not exist. You have witnessed my fury before while on Earth, but that is nothing compared to what I would do to safeguard you."
"I don't want you to defy your people, Enzuk. I don't want you to engage in battle."
"It's protecting what is mine. I will fight for you, Isabella. That is something you cannot alter. The Omna may be my kin, but my place is by your side. And anyone who dares to snatch you away from me becomes my adversary. Do you understand?" He lifted my chin with his hand, "You are my utmost priority. I shall either possess you in this existence, or I shall cease to exist altogether."
With a gentle sweep of his thumb, Enzuk caught a rebellious tear straying down my cheek, a silent vow to shoulder my sorrows. Then, with the faintest brush of his lips upon my forehead, I was bestowed a kiss so delicate, so laden with unspoken promises, that it anchored me firmly to this haven of his love.
His voice, rough with a velvet edged concern, broke through the haze of my exhaustion. "You're tired," he observed, his words wrapping around me like a warm, sheltering cloak. "Let's get you to bed, love."
The strength of his arms cradled me as if I were the most precious treasure, lifting me effortlessly from the steam-shrouded shower. I found myself floating in his embrace, my senses adrift in the whirlpool of pleasure that still echoed from our moments of intimacy. He laid me down with care on the expanse of his luxurious bed. I smiled as I sank into the plush ocean of the comforter.
However, in the midst of my contentment, I struggled to keep my eyes open, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. Time seemed to slip away as I lost myself in the warmth of his arms. Unbeknownst to me, Enzuk left momentarily, only to return with a large cotton towel, ready to care for me. Gently wrapping me in the towel, he picked me up and cradled me on his lap, ensuring my comfort and well-being. His touch was both tender and affectionate, as he showered me with small kisses on my lips and forehead. With his skilled hands, he massaged my tired body, bringing relief and relaxation.
Taking great care, Enzuk meticulously dried my body and hair, displaying his attentiveness and consideration. He didn't overlook even the smallest detail, even as he carefully tended to the cut on my hand. Whispering my gratitude, I expressed my appreciation for his care and kindness. In response, he kissed my hand, a gesture that conveyed his love and affection. Pulling me closer to him, our naked bodies intertwined, and he held me tightly against his chest. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of bliss, as if all the worries and troubles of the world had faded away.
He gently pressed my head against his firm, inviting chest, radiating a heat that seeped through my skin, and eased himself back onto the plush bed, embracing the soft give of the mattress.
"Rest now," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm.
The rhythmic rise and fall of Enzuk's chest against my cheek willed me into a peaceful slumber, as if his heartbeat was a lullaby only meant for my ears. But after a moment I moved to look up at Enzuk.
"Enzuk," I murmured, my voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "Are you still awake?"
Enzuk's deep chuckle reverberated through his chest as he shifted his weight slightly. "I was merely enjoying the silence," he mused, his voice husky. "And your warm body against mine. It's so surreal actually having you in my arms. Finally."
I blushed.
Enzuk grinned, a wicked twinkle in his eyes. "You know, Isabella, they say that opposites attract. I, being Omna, and you, being a human, seem to fit that description perfectly, don't you think?"
My heart fluttered at his words, my fingertips dancing along his strong chest. "I suppose so, Enzuk. But I can't stop thinking about the consequences."
Enzuk's eyes glinted with mischief. "Who needs to worry about consequences when the flames of passion burn so brightly?"
"Enzuk… I'm serious. We must be cautious. I don't want anyone to get hurt, especially you."
Enzuk's eyes softened, his gaze filled with warmth and adoration as he cupped my face in his hands. "My sweet Isabella, I told you. I will protect you with all that I am. Nothing will harm you." Our lips met in a passionate and fiery kiss. "Now. Go to sleep. Or I will be force to use other methods to put you to sleep."
I grinned as I laid my head back on his chest.
In that moment, all worries and troubles melted away, replaced by a profound sense of safety and contentment. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the solace and love that Enzuk's arms provided, a sanctuary in which dreams could flourish and worries could be forgotten.
Hmm. How will we proceed from here? Thanks for reading. Comments and thoughts welcomed. Thanks!