Page 124 of Heavenly Bodies

Gently, far more gently than she expected, he kissed her forehead. Then, to her disbelief, he lifted her off him, setting her back on the divan as he knelt before her.

With a deep breath, he reached for the golden crown atop his head.

‘Elara, before anything more happens between us, I want to give you this. My crown.’ He said it so quietly that she had to strain her ears. He placed the crown reverently on her head as a rush of laughter escaped her, her head swimming from the smoke. She stopped when she saw the sincerity in his gaze.

Elara’s breath quickened as his fingers trailed from her ankle up to her calf, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time. She felt a lick of fire as magick rippled from him, following the same path his fingers had. She shuddered, leaning back. Her dress fell in such a way that a leg was exposed by the hip-high slit to the cool air of the compartment.

‘Do you know how good you look wearing my crown, Elara?’

Her chest heaved as she watched his hand skim to her inner thigh, those lapping flames running a little higher.

‘It suits me better than you, I know,’ she teased, smirking even as her stomach flipped, every sense heightened.

He brushed his knuckles down a nerve on the soft part of her inner thigh. She sucked in a breath, tensing. The corner of his mouth twitched upward.

‘It does. Keep it on. I’ve always wanted to know what a queen tastes like.’

He pressed a soft kiss to her knee, and she let her head fall back, her eyes fluttering closed.

‘Now, are you going to finally follow orders?’

Elara’s eyes flew back open. ‘That depends. Are you going to make it worth my while?’

His tongue ran along his teeth. ‘I’m counting on it.’

‘Then, yes.’

His lips moved further up her thigh. She held her breath, wanting no feeling more than his lips and tongue on her.

‘Open your legs wider for me.’

Elara obliged, settling further into her seat.

‘Now take your hand, and touch yourself for me. Just like I’m sure you did many a time after our training sessions.’

He sat back on his haunches, arrogance playing on his lips. That alone had her biting her own as she followed his order, thinking of the times shehadtouched herself beneath the cover of darkness, always his hands replacing hers in her fantasies.

Breath racking with every movement, she trailed her hand down, delving beneath the opening in her dress. With no underwear on, the contact of her finger against her sex had her stifling a moan, and Enzo’s eyes darkened as he watched the shadow of movement behind the sheer material.

‘That’s it, princess,’ he encouraged. ‘Show me what I’m missing.’

The slide of her hand satiated only part of the need that raked through her, and she tried to chase it, tried to follow the pleasure. But it was no good. She wanted Enzo. She made a sound of frustration.

‘Do you need a little help?’ he asked, as he leaned forwards, enveloping her senses in amber as he braced each side of her chair and licked a trail from her collarbone to her ear.

‘Yes,’ she managed to pant.

Enzo covered her hand with his, before pressing firmly. She moaned as he dragged their hands in sync along her sensitive flesh.

‘Gods, I’ve dreamed about tasting this pretty little cunt,’ he whispered, before pulling away.

Elara gaped as he smirked, pressing a kiss to her neck before lowering himself back down her body again. He removed Elara’s hand, looking up at her, his mouth now hovering over her sex. ‘Now say please,’ he whispered against her.

She jolted as his breath caressed her, then arched as his tongue traced the material covering her flesh. She moaned as she felt the wet heat of it through the fabric, drawing a tantalizing circle around her. He sucked, eyes locked on her, and she swore, convinced she could climax from that alone. She had never in her life felt such desire and desperation, every nerve in her body pulsing.

‘I’m waiting,’ he murmured, as he drew his mouth off her.

Desire burned through any pride she had. One more swirl of his tongue was all it would take. ‘Pl—’