Eleanor’s chest began to heave with heavy breaths as he crawled over to her, placing his hands on either side of her.
She should have felt the urge to run, to escape, to fight back. Instead, she felt herself melting beneath him, reveling in their closeness.
“I wish to see you blush again,Eleanor.”
Oh.Oh. The fire from his head seemed to flick over her skin, kissing her with a heat that had her closing her legs together tighter, chasing any sort of friction she could get.
“Yes,” he whispered, lifting a hand to her, “just like that, Symphony”. As his hand grew closer and closer, her throat felt dry when she swallowed, leaning into his touch. A deep rumble came from Osiris as his fingers traced over her cheeks, running over the bridge of her nose, caressing the cupids bow of her lip. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip until he reached her chin.
His eyes flicked to hers, daring her to give her consent, her approval, to admit that this was not just an exploration of something new or different.
Eleanor bowed her head slowly, nodding her answer. His fingers gently drew a line under her chin and down her throat as her chest rose and fell with each catch of her breath.
Osiris had grown closer as she arched her throat, the thick coils of his muscled form flexing as he watched his fingers dip deeper down her neck as her head tilted back.
This was dangerous.
If he wanted to, he could end her.
And yet…
And yet she wanted to keep going.
No, more that that—she welcomed his touch. She yearned for it.
What am I doing?
Just as his fingers reached her collar bones, he disappeared, leaving her lost in her own haze of pleasure.
As she lifted her head to search for him, he was sitting back in his original spot. The cards having been pushed around, some of them bent, still rested between them.
Osiris cleared his throat as he gestured to the cards. “Your turn.”
Eleanor’s face heated as her mouth hung open slightly. Of course he was not going further. He was only curious. He did not want her.
This is not what they were.
Eleanor released a breath as she leaned forward, flipping over two sevens.
“What do you desire, Eleanor?” Osiris asked, his voice raking over each letter in her name.
Somehow, the mood felt different, as if he had drawn some barrier between them.
“Okay Horseman, the door. I want it open. I require fresh air and sunlight every day. So, as part of the rules, you must obey.”
Osiris chuckled. “Then, if you wish for it, I shall make it happen.”
19
ELEANOR
The warmth of the sun’s golden rays brushed over Eleanor’s skin as she sat against the door frame, watching Osiris tend to his garden. Without his gloves, to her surprise. His hands were large, and rough, they appeared calloused from what she could only assume was countless hours and days working the garden.
She had not realized how much she missed the openness of the outside until she had been trapped inside for days on end.
Eleanor was surprised that Osiris had agreed to leave the door open while he worked, though, he didn’t agree freely without any stipulations.
Osiris had to go outside first to see if he could sense any other beings. If it was empty, which for the past few days it had been, she was free to sit in the entry.
