Digging his hands into her voluptuous hips, surely leaving bruises, he held her still as he thrust harder and much—much faster, racing towards the edge they both so eagerly sought after.
“Take all of me, Eleanor,” he grunted as he impaled her onto his cock one last time, holding her flush against the base as she twitched and writhed on him, cumming on his cock. Osiris grunted as he released inside of her, filling her with his seed.
His shadows flicked in the air and his heart skipped a beat, as what he scented was no longer her, but rather, them. Down to her very being, she smelled of him, and any other being to come across her would scent her as his too.
He had truly marked her.
Slowly, Osiris’ shadows ceased their deviant movements as they loosened their grip on her arms and legs, caressing her body with tender care. The shadow in her mouth dissipated and Eleanor released a heavy breath as she looked back at him with watery eyes.
“Are you alright, Eleanor?” he asked, leaning forward to remove a strand of hair that had been plastered to the side of her face.
“I am yours now, Osiris,” she panted, fighting to catch her breath.
“Yes,” he confirmed with sweet caresses of all of his shadows on every inch of her body. Cherishing her. Worshiping her. “Yes, my dearest Eleanor, always mine.”
Osiris groaned as he pulled out, tucking himself away before fixing her dress and lifting her into his arms.
Eleanor swung her arms around his neck, which suddenly made him all to aware of the fact that he was not wearing his head.
As if sensing his worry, she brushed her fingers through the smoke on his neck, placing soft kissed on his collar bone as he carried her back to the cottage.
“I will draw you a warm bath, and massage your aching muscles,” he whispered.
Eleanor chuckled. “And finally share a bed with me?”
“Of course,” he cooed.
“And make me pancakes?”
“And make you pancakes.”
25
ELEANOR
Eleanor’s held fell back against the basin as she let her muscles relax, slowly being soothed by the warm water. All morning she and Osiris had harvested the fever few, loading up basket after basket to take to Eddy.
Osiris had tried to tell her he did not need her help. Of course, she did not listen. It felt nice to partake in something that brought him peace.
“Would you like some help?” came Osiris’ voice from the doorway.
Eleanor’s head turned to the side, the corners of her lips quirking up as she glanced up at him, his head nowhere in sight. “You’re going to bathe me, Horseman?”
Osiris chuckled as he walked into the bathroom, rolling up his sleeves with his bare hands before kneeling on the ground behind her. “I lost count of how many times I have bathed you in the past few days.”
Dipping his hands into the water, he reached down beside her, grabbing the bar of soap as he began to lather a cloth that had been hanging off the side of the basin.
“Are you complaining?”
“Never,” he whispered, sending a shudder rippling down her spine as his deft hands began their ministrations, raking the soapy cloth over her exposed shoulders. Osiris ran the rough cloth down her chest, circling each breast until her chest was covered in soap. “I should wish to see you like this every day, should you let me.”
Osiris’ shadows began to dip into the water one by one. Her breath hitched as they quickly found her nipples, circling and pinching them as Osiris loomed over her, watching her.
Eleanor began to squirm under his watch. Turning around so she was now resting on her stomach, she leaned her arms on the back of the basin, looking up at him seductively through her eyelashes. She slowly let her eyes trail down, down, past his rigid form and muscles that twitched as he refused to move. Her gaze fell on the bulge forming in his pants.
He had taken her a few times since their night of dancing had turned into so much more, still, she couldn’t believe he had fitinsideof her.
Eleanor leaned forward, her face mere inches from his hard cock, earning a warning growl from her being, which only encouraged her to keep going.
