Page 25 of House Divided
His build was magnificent—more than magnificent; he had the most finely muscled back Madeline had ever seen. The muscles rippled as Enoch slowly eased the bar up, finally releasing it.
“Was there something you needed, Bellatercio?” he asked, getting up and turning around to face her.
Madeline may have actually gasped; by the time she recovered herself, she wasn’t certain. Although Enoch Immanuel was a man well-seasoned in years, his body was sculpted and immensely powerful. He was not bulky, but he was extremely well defined, and Madeline could see his musculature follow the downward V of his frame, from firm pecs to a stomach that was absolutely flat. His body was covered in a gentle sheen of sweat from his workout.
However stunning his form and fitness were, they were only part of the reason for Madeline’s shock. Enoch Immanuel’s body was a living record of his experiences of war. Scars were laced over, around, and between other scars, lines crisscrossing, salted by other marks of beam, bullet, and blade.
“Madeline,” breathed Enoch huskily. “I—”
“Look at your body,” said Madeline, half in wonder. Completely unselfconsciously, she stepped forward and traced the line of a scar down his pectoral muscle toward his abdomen. “So many. It’s hard to know where one stops, and another begins.”
“Forgive me,” said Enoch gruffly. “I’ll put a shirt on.”
“No, don’t,” interjected Madeline absently, her finger still tracing lines along Enoch’s body. “They tell a story.Yourstory. They’re scary but in a magnificent, almost-beautiful way.” She looked up to meet his eyes. “Just like you.”
Enoch made a noise deep in his chest and swept Madeline up in his arms, bringing his head down to seize her mouth in a kiss. She allowed herself to surrender to Enoch’s strength, yielding into his arms as she parted her lips to join his kiss.
His hand was on the back of Madeline’s head, holding her steady as his tongue dove into her mouth, again and again. Enoch kissed her with the intensity of a man dying of thirst, who has finally found his oasis. Still kissing her, he carried her to one of the benches in the workout room. Half of it was flat, and the other half was raised upward on a forty-five degree angle. Enoch pulled her hospital clothing from her and pressed her against the bench, kissing her fiercely.
Breaking off the kiss, Enoch lowered his head to her breasts, running his tongue around the areola of one breast while gently pinching the nipple of the other. He let his teeth graze over one nipple, while pinching the other more firmly. Madeline inhaled sharply and pressed her back against the upright section of the bench. She reached her hands down to run them through Enoch’s close-cut hair, but he sat up, taking her wrists in one hand.
“Hands up,” he growled, “holding onto the bench behind your head. Donotmove them.”
Madeline nodded, breathing heavily.
Enoch lowered his head once more, using his tongue to circle and tease the other nipple. Both nipples were tight and beaded now, almost to the point where it was painful, and the sensation of his tongue, his teeth, and fingers playing with them was delicious agony.
He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked, hard, sending Madeline over the edge for the first time. She brought her hands down to hold on to Enoch as she writhed.
“Naughty,” he rumbled and pulled Madeline to her feet. Before she knew what was happening, Enoch had bent her over the flat part of the bench.
“Wait!” she cried. “What are you doing?”
He positioned her hips so that her bottom was raised high in the air. “I warned you not to move your hands. You didn’t listen.” Enoch brought his hand down firmly on her bare ass with a loudsmack.
“No!” cried Madeline. “Let’s try again, I’ll do better!”
“You will,” replied Enoch, “after a little reminder.” He peppered her bottom with nine more smacks, leaving clear evidence of his handprints on her blushing behind. Enoch lifted her up and placed her once again on the bench, her back against the raised portion. Madeline squirmed at the feel of the bench material against her tender bottom.
“Hands up,” repeated Enoch, “holding the bench behind your head.”
The whirlwind of sensations was beginning to overwhelm Madeline. His hand had been firm, and the quick spanking had stung, but now the heat of it was spreading to all of the areas of her pelvis, waking up every nerve, making her more sensitive, building her arousal to a higher and higher point.
Then Enoch positioned his head between her legs and set his tongue to work.
Unable to move her hands, her feet kicked up into the air, and soon, her legs were resting on his broad, muscular shoulders, as Enoch ran his tongue across her labia, upward to gently tease her swollen clit, before penetrating the folds of her pussy.
Madeline closed her eyes, and simply allowed her body to feel. Waves of pleasure were rolling through her body, and it was as if her hands, grasping the back of the bench, were the only things anchoring her to the world. Enoch was alternating between swift and languorous movements, darting between her clit and her core. Finally, as yet another orgasm shuddered through her body, she felt him lift her up, as lightly as if she was a feather.
Enoch seated himself on the bench and pulled her on to his lap, lowering her onto his rigid shaft.
“Hands behind your head,” he commanded, “I won’t let you fall.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured and locked her hands at the base of her neck, holding up her flame-red hair. Moaning, she rocked her hips back and forth, letting her lower body writhe while Enoch held her firm with his strong hands. Madeline rode him to orgasm, once, twice, exhausting herself against his rock-like body.
“My turn,” he whispered low into her ear. Grasping her tightly by the hips, Enoch moved her up and down, pumping her body on his cock. Faster and faster, Madeline was lifted up and down, her breasts bouncing, and she tilted her head back, her lips parted. She felt her hands begin to lose their grip, behind her head.
“Hold on, and don’t let go!” ordered Enoch, his voice low and rasping.
