Page 32 of House Divided
Enoch’s kiss was strong and sent waves of arousal and desire through Madeline. Although they had only been lovers for a short time, she could feel the message he was sending:You are safe with me, but you are not safe from me.Madeline surrendered herself to his kiss, to his touch, to his grasp.
He broke off, and his breathing was ragged and heavy. “You’d best get those clothes off, woman,” Enoch growled thickly, “before I tear them off.”
Madeline pulled her shirt over her head, but apparently even this took too long, and Enoch tore her bra off, letting her breasts fall free. He put one hand beneath her ass and lifted her up, taking one nipple in his mouth, striding forward to the bed, and pressing them both onto the sheets.
Madeline wriggled out of her leggings as Enoch continued to run his hands and his mouth over her body. As pensive as he may have been earlier, he was hungry now and seemed determined to devour her. Her body arched as he ran his lips and teeth down the center line of her body, toward the sensitive pleasure centers at the apex of her thighs.
Enoch was so strong, it was almost frightening. It was easy to forget how much power he held in his body, but in moments like this, when his hands bent her to his will, there was no denying it. Madeline was helpless in his grasp; she could not have resisted him, even if she had wanted to, and the feeling of surrendering to him was glorious.
She was completely naked now, on her back in bed, spreading her thighs at his insistent demand, bowing her body once more as his mouth descended on her pussy. Enoch’s tongue parted her nether lips, driving inside her, demanding that she give up her wetness in response to his thrusts.
Madeline gasped and reached out to clutch at the sheets, his hair, anything, as Enoch brought his pressing tongue up slowly from her soft labia to tease and flick at her swollen clit. His attentions sent surges of pleasure through her body with every movement; then he pressed his tongue firmly on her clit, pushing hard, and like he had activated a switch, Madeline’s entire body bucked wildly as she came.
“God!” she cried out, involuntarily. Enoch’s low chuckle seemed to rumble through her whole body, the vibrations setting off little aftershocks of pleasure. Now he was gently licking and nipping at the tender skin of her inner thighs, and suddenly his mouth was travelling up her body once more, setting all of her nerve endings alight wherever he touched her. His mouth encircled her areola once more, his tongue flicking at her stiffened nipple before gently grazing it with his teeth.
Then Enoch’s hands were at work, gently parting the folds of her labia before thrusting two fingers inside of her. Even as his fingers scissored inside of her, he tightened the pressure on her nipple, and once again, Madeline fell over the edge into climax.
“Please, Enoch, please…” she murmured. She wasn’t even sure what she was pleading for. Enoch, however, seemed to be in no doubt, and after he wriggled out of his own clothing, she felt the head of his powerful cock press against the entrance to her core.
“Beg,” whispered Enoch in her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. “Beg me for it.”
“Enoch, I’m begging you,” said Madeline, squirming beneath him. “Please give me your cock,” she murmured, “oh please.
Enoch gave a low rumbling chuckle and thrust hard, going balls deep inside of her. The sensation was overwhelming, and Madeline’s body bucked as she came yet again. She dug her nails into his back, hard, although he didn’t even seem to notice. Instead, he settled into a steady driving rhythm that reinforced his claim upon her with every thrust.
Enoch Immanuel defined power. His body was like iron as he held himself above her, pounding her pussy with strong strokes that carried Madeline into a realm of sensation and pleasure where only the two of them existed. Her hands slid up the muscled pillars of his arms, across the ridges of his back, down to his firm ass as he drove himself into her. There was no doubt, not even a single iota, that this man was in complete and utter control over what was going on. Maybe there would come a time when Madeline would seek to contest that control with him, but that time was not now. For now, all that existed was surrendering to him and the magnificent things he did to her body.
She felt his pace change, slightly, and could feel his cock begin to swell inside her. “Yes,” she said fiercely. “Yes, yes, YES!” She clawed at his buttocks, trying to compel him onward, feeling her own peak approaching. Then he was there, with a great, shattering thrust, and she was there, her pussy clamping down on him, and they tumbled over the edge one final, glorious time.
As Madeline came back to reality, she opened her eyes and stared up into the ice blue of his gaze. Enoch’s face showed many things—lust, triumph, tenderness—and she allowed herself to settle into his gaze, and to communicate her feelings with her own expression. Then, Enoch’s lips twisted into a different smile, one that looked hungry. Madeline saw the face of a predator, the visage that had made starship captains tremble in their boots at the news of his arrival.
“I’m only just beginning, Maddie,” he growled, and she squeaked as he flipped her onto her belly, placing a pillow beneath her hips to lift her bare ass up. Enoch gave her wiggling bottom a firm and appreciative smack, matched the red handprint on one bottom cheek with another one on the other side, and drove into her from behind.
She didn’t even have the breath to protest his use of the name “Maddie;” instead, all she could do was claw at the bedsheets as he pinned her to the bed and thrust into her well-used pussy again and again.
Enoch and Madeline missed the communal dinner that night, taking a late meal in their quarters. They did the same again for breakfast the next morning.
***
“Well, we’re here,” said Jack, as Enoch and Madeline stepped onto the command deck. “Holding station on the dark side of Tarma’s second moon. No alarms and no nosy ships coming to investigate.” Jack’s torso dipped in an extravagant bow. “You may applaud.”
Enoch snorted. For all the man’s theatricality, Jack Marx was a talented ship’s captain, and a man Enoch privately admitted that he would have valued at his side during the war. He glanced around for Aria and saw her at the deck’s coffee station.
“Good. Thank you, Jack. So what’s the plan for getting planetside?” asked Enoch. Madeline drifted over to the coffee station herself and engaged Aria in conversation.
“Well, we’ve had some good news on that front,” offered Jack. “Since coming in-system, we’ve been able to establish contact with Aurelian Reynard. He’s leading a group that managed to escape the takeover, and they are currently operating out of a city called Port Skand.”
“Aurelian’s alive? Thank the heavens,” cried Madeline, patting Aria on the arm before joining Jack and Enoch. “Port Skand, you say?” She frowned. “It’s a good choice. Large enough district that people don’t pry into your business but remote enough from the main commerce sectors of the planet. I assume the plan is to meet him near the city?”
“Correct,” Jack nodded. “Take a cutter down to merge with the legitimate traffic in and out of Port Skand, land near the Docks District, meet Aurelian and his people at a place they designate.”
“What about the others?” demanded Madeline. “Kait, Cornelius, Corbus? Marc, even?”
The pirate shook his head. “We didn’t have time. Micro-burst transmissions, minimal wording.”
“Okay,” sighed Madeline, running a hand through her hair. “We’ll have to coordinate with all of our friends and allies on the planet. Aurelian’s running a group. Jack, you said Giles has infiltrated himself. Enoch, you said that your operatives would have begun infiltration the moment you disappeared.”
Enoch nodded. “Yes. That’s our procedure. I’ll establish contact with them once we are planetside. Space communications are too risky, and more easily monitored.”
