Listen to "Born to die." by Lana del Rey.

A dead silence ruled the dining table that night. Enos didn't even look at his father or paid him any mind. As for Mister White, he couldn't take his eyes off his son's dinner plate. Enos hadn't taken a single bite. He was busy holding my hand, caressing it with his thumb gently as he thought of things I didn't know. We talked that afternoon, I kept him company for the rest of the day.

His mood was low and I saw him through that. Enos was angry, he felt used in many different ways and I wrapped my arms around him while he laid his head on my chest. We sat on the river bank, watching the water flow swiftly in the deep. He wanted to forget. He asked me to help him forget, and that was when I narrated The Notebook to him. In the end of the tale, He concluded that our story is very similar to Noah's and his New York love. And that this is our upcoming summer of romance for we were always ment to be together.

Enos made sweet love to me by the shore. If taking the whole of my body was his way of feeling better then he was able to claim every inch of me as he wanted. I let him take as much as he needed, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn't scared of the aftermath of a man having power over me. Nor the weakness that came with Enos's ability to bring my body to his knees. I just wanted to be there with him, in that moment. Enos isn't a difficult man to love, but why don't I love him yet? Why won't my heart let him inside? He is everything I could ever want in a man. Why must the heart be this difficult?

But I won't lie, He fucked me so good that I almost said 'I love you'. The pressure building in my core as Enos made love to me was very severe and if it wasn't for his hand occasionally muffling my lustful screams, moans and whimpers of surrender then the words would've reached his ears. I was high on the feeling, drunk on him, just thinking about it makes me wet.

"Aren't you hungry?" I whispered to his ear. He smiled and kissed my cheek, "I'm actually still satisfied. You fed me good earlier." He whispered back, making my legs weak on the seat. I blushed with my palm over my lips. I looked around to make sure neither Robert nor Charles heard him. "It was a sweet meal." He continued. "You were more enjoyable than ever before and I wonder why? You felt more mine. Like you truly belonged to me. That was extremely satisfying."

I can't have him talking to me this way, it's really affecting me. I pressed my thighs together, curling my toes and sitting up straight. "You should eat up, food is getting cold." I said to him. I was almost done with my own plate of macaroni. Charlie is an excellent cook, no wonder Robert hired him.

"I want to eat something else." Enos grabbed my thigh from under the table. "Let's go to our room."

Oh goodness! my common sense is in ambush.

"Right now?!" I met his eyes.

He held both my hands and stood up before me. "It's time for I and Elisabeth to sleep." He announced.

I looked up at him from the table. I really wanted him to eat his food but I was also thinking about having his tongue and teeth eat me up and how nice that would be. It was an internal conflict.

"You've barely touched the food." Robert protested. "Isn't the macaroni good enough?" Enos didn't reply to that. He has been distancing himself from Robert and it's sad honestly. But I can't force Enos to acknowledge his father if it's too painful for him.

"It was lovely." I replied instead. "We are just exhausted." I stood up, thanking Charlie for the delicious meal and saying good night.

Enos led us to our room, hand in hand.

When we got inside, Enos reached out to shut the door and switch on the lights. And then he grabbed my face and fed me his tongue. I sucked on it slowly before biting on his bottom lip."Mmmhhhh." He grabbed a handful of my hair, sinking his tongue deeper into my mouth. He took charge, kissing me passionately and I followed his lead. "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here." He kissed me again, guiding us to our bed and laying me on it slowly.

We made out for a while, he tasted like beer, with mint and it was sweet to me. He tasted like a man, my man.

I couldn't help the waters flowing between my legs by the way he trailed wet kisses on my neck and my breasts over my dress, and his hand squeezing my bum. "Enos," I called for him. "Stop teasing, please. I can't take it."

"Spread your legs." He demanded, kneeling before me and I did exactly that. Enos removed my panties and I licked my lips.

"How badly do you want this?" His fingers mapped my thighs.

"So badly." I confessed. "I want you so badly."

He looked me in the eyes for a moment like he was searching for something. He smiled and then dived between my legs. Before I could even register anything else, he swirled his tongue over my wet slit and I shut my eyes, swallowing hard. "Tasty."

He kissed my clit, and I realised, I love that. I grabbed his hair and he grabbed my waist to move me closer to his mouth. And then he pulled it against his teeth, the tip of his tongue licking it and I moaned. My mouth watered and my body warmed from his generous attack on my middle. I released my tits from the dress and squeezed them with my small hands. He does it better though.

His fingers dived into my oasis, "Aaahhhh.....Ngh." They are thick, long, perfect. He moved the digits inside of me and I squeezed my tits harder, arching into his mouth. He groaned, loving what he was doing to me.

He knows how to do it, how to unite the efforts of his tongue and fingers inside me. How to devour me. He could really eat me up.

The noises escaping my mouth were inevitable. I was so high from pleasure. My eyes rolling to my skull as he massaged my clit with his thump and thrusting his fingers and tongue fast and rough in me. He was relentless but also careful and it drove me crazy.

I gazed outside through the open window with lidded eyes, all the stars looked like bright blurs. For a minute I couldn't tell if the bed was rocking from the walls moving around us or from him fucking me extremely hard with his fingers. I was really wet, I could hear the sound my delicate parts made with his digits. And then he tore the dress off my figure to watch my skin, my curves, my everything like a predictor hunting a precious prey.

I came the first time, and then Enos decided it wasn't Enough. He went for rounds. I was getting sensitive and wasted like a drugged teenage girl. I began to wonder whether people sometimes died from cumming multiples of times. I was proven wrong, because Enos made me cum alot that night. I don't know how long Enos did those things to me. I was too busy enjoying the assault. I felt tears streaming, my heart pounding, my blood boiling, my core tightening each time he took me to the stars. I was drenched in sweat, he wasn't giving me a break nor time to breathe.

I wanted to return the favour, it would've been eventful to gag on his crotch. But I eventually passed out. My body giving up on me.

I remember Enos looking down on my shuttered overwhelmed self, grinning like a devil.

Before my eyes completely closed, I saw him laying next to me. He took out his dick and began pleasuring himself while staring at my already naked body. He looked so delicious beside me. I wanted him so terribly but I couldn't move a muscle. He drained everything in me.

Fuck.

The way he was burning my eyes with his lustful stare as he abused his shaft. He was licking his lips, groaning as he got higher. I wished to curse at him for making it impossible for me to get him there. I have a feeling he enjoys it more to have me weak before him. Completely helpless. Like a young puppy or a defenseless kitten.

I fell asleep with the image of Enos kissing my lips good night.

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