Plot Rivera (COMPLETE)

Part Seven: Discourse Between Husband and Wife +18

Elijah's fury was wild, nearly uncontainable. He tried to calm himself, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, but nothing helped. He couldn't keep control over his anger and his worry over Eternity as she went out to finish what had been started — the killing Leo Rivera.

How could she be so stubborn and careless? He would never know or understand it, this incessant need to be both those things.

Then there was the secrecy and the lying, both a reminder that only served to enflame Elijah's anger further as he walked back and forth in front of the window of his study, while waiting for Eternity to return home, an event that came not more than an hour after his own return to the Compound.

"Elijah," murmured Eternity, her voice soft with her nervousness as she moved silently into the study.

Elijah immediately stilled upon hearing that melodious voice of hers with his back toward her. Tension gripped him as he waited and waited for the right moment to pounce, to unleash his fury upon her for her transgressions. He listened to her heartbeat as it grew louder with her ever growing nearness. It was beating rapidly, he noted, another sign that she was nervous in his presence.

Good, he thought. She should be.

"Elijah...," she tried again, her voice closer now, just shy of being next to him.

It was here that Elijah finally made his move.

In a flash, he had Eternity's throat in his grip with her shoved harshly against the nearest wall, her body connecting to the unforgiving surface with a loud thud. He pressed his body into hers, pinning her.

Elijah's dark, fury filled eyes observed her, the scent of blood accompanying the sight of streaks of crimson that covered her pale flesh as well as her formal dress she still wore. It was evidence that the deed was done, that Leo Rivera was dead and the threat, therefore, extinguished.

Yet, he didn't give a damn about that. Not right now.

Elijah was only focused upon unleashing his rage upon his lovely bride, which he wasted not a moment more than the quick observation of her state in executing. With a brutal kiss and then a swift sinking of his fangs into the flesh of her throat, he quickly set to work tearing Eternity's dress from her body and then deftly releasing his swelling, hard cock from the confines of his pants. No words were exchanged as Elijah lifted the lady's legs to wrap around his hip, just as he surged forward, entering her with a merciless thrust that left them both breathless.

All the while, he never released his fangs from where they were lodged in her neck, though he didn't drink from her as that wasn't the purpose. It was simply a display of dominance, on his part.

Elijah's hips rocked into her, sliding in and nearly out of her body, over and over again at a pace that would have surely injured a lesser being than Eternity. He could hear the wall behind them creak, groan, and crack with the brutal force of his thrusts. Yet, he cared not about that. He was too lost to the raged fused lust that now consumed him.

"Elijah...," moaned Eternity, her voice quaking as she held onto him, as uncaring about anything around them as he. "Elijah....oh....I'm sorry. I'm....ugh...I'm so sorry...."

Her strangled apology only caused him to be more unforgiving than before. He gripped her hips in his hands with bruising force, adding to the existing abuse of his powerful, unyielding thrusts of his hips as he took her.

Elijah growled quietly into the flesh of her neck in response to her breathy apology, which he still held with his fangs as warning for her to be silent. He didn't want her apologies. He simply wanted her punished.

Eternity didn't try to speak further, after that. She only moaned and whined in his ear, just as he liked.

It didn't take long before he felt that familiar warmth, that tugging in the pit of his being, that meant only one thing. His pace increased more, his movements becoming irregular, especially as he felt Eternity's silky walls that were gripping him so wonderfully tight begin to flutter with signs of her own end.

Then they both fell over the edge, with her screaming into the quiet room and he crying out with a muffled cry into her neck as she milked him for all he was worth and he emptied himself into her.

As their bodies calmed and Elijah's anger gave way to sanity, he finally released his fangs from the crook of her neck, licking at the beads of her sweet, candy-like blood that weld up there in the seconds before the healing kicked in and the puncture wounds vanished. Yet, he didn't pull away to give her space to flee him this time.

He kept Eternity pinned.

"Elijah, I didn't mean to anger or worry you," breathed Eternity quietly, when he finally dared to look at her. "But surely, you understand I did what I had to, in order to keep you safe. I couldn't let Leo go. I just couldn't."

"Yes, but you shouldn't have deceived me and disappeared like that," growled Elijah in displeasure, his fury quickly renewing all over again, though not quiet with the same intensity. "I thought we had an understanding. Yet, you took it upon yourself to lie to me, to take matters into your own hands and leave me to worry. Never do that gain, do you understand me? Or else, I will do more than take you roughly."

Eternity shivered, though not out of fear, a renewed lust igniting in her sapphire eyes. She bit her lower lip and wiggled her hips teasingly, causing him to gasp and then growl threateningly at her, which only caused another shiver to quake through her.

He was still lodged inside her and her movements were deliciously enticing against his still hard cock. Elijah closed his eyes against the wonderful feeling, trying to keep his head about him — and failing.

"I understand," sighed the ethereal beauty.

"Good," nodded Elijah, his lust for her dripping from each word he spoke. "Now, we should retire. It's going to be a long night, seeing as you still need to be punished for all your transgressions. I think we'll start with a harsh spanking that will surely leave your rear end throughly red and bruised, I'll then play between your legs with my fingers and purposely deny you your release, then I shall take you again and again without stop, no matter how much you beg me to — a reminder of to whom you belong. Yes, that does sound wonderful. Come."

Finally, Elijah pushed off Eternity, dislodging his cock from her wet warmth and holding out his hand for her to take. She didn't even hesitate, not a second, in taking his offered hand, letting him escort her to their bed, where he did everything he said he would until exhaustion demanded they sleep.

From then on, in the days, months, years that followed the Plot Rivera, Elijah and Eternity would work together rather than apart in matters of the city and of family, all while raising their young son in the bliss of domestic life — together, always and forever.

The End