Page 133 of Heavenly Bodies

‘I went to see Isra,’ she breathed as his head dipped, his hands yanking at her dress. Her breasts spilled from it and he swore, his tongue sucking and lapping until his lips wrapped around her nipple.

‘Stars,’ Elara strangled out. He groaned, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending arrows of fire through her.

‘Didyou, princess?’ he murmured, pausing his exploration with his mouth for only a moment before trailing it to her other breast.

Elara gently leaned back to look at him. ‘She told me everything. About giving one’s crown. What it meant.’

Enzo paused, and pulled away. Panic raced through her as she wondered whether she should have mentioned it. Then, his eyes not leaving hers once, Enzo sank slowly before her, his tall frame sinking level with her hips. He braced the workbench with his arms on either side of her.

‘I was rudely interrupted the night I gave you it. And it’s a shame, since I expressed a certain desire for wanting to taste you as you wore it. But no matter. I’m sure you’lltaste just as divine without one.’ His smile curled as he pushed her skirt up, before hooking his arms under her thighs, his hands gripping their soft flesh. He looked up at her again.

‘Something tells me you enjoy me on my knees.’

‘I’ve never seen such a pretty sight,’ Elara crooned.

‘Instead of a queen, I’ll make you a goddess. Then I can worship you the way I’m supposed to.’ His smile turned positively feline as he hitched her dress up to her waist. She felt herself exposed to the cool air, and shivered.

‘Yes,’ he breathed. ‘I think I’ll pray to you with my tongue.’

Her foot landed lightly on his chest, pushing him back. He looked at it in confusion, then desire, as he observed her, challenge sparking in his eyes.

‘Beg,’ she said.

He let out a soft laugh, biting his lip as Elara smiled. ‘Oh, you are wicked.’

She lifted a shoulder. ‘I followed your orders, it’s only right you follow mine.’

Enzo groaned, his eyes flicking to her sex. ‘Please,’ he breathed.

‘Pleasewhat?’ she purred.

‘Please, Elara, let me taste you.’ His eyes burned as they fixed on her. She bit her lip, lifting her hips and grasping her dress with two hands as she pulled it up over her, discarding it on the floor. He hooked his fingers around her underwear and pulled them off, leaving her bare. Enzo drank in her naked form, his eyes roaming every inch of her, soaking in every curve and dip. She felt his gaze as though it were a tangible thing, trailing flames down her.

She made herself look into his eyes as she opened her legs.

‘Take what is yours,’ she breathed, and Enzo did not hesitate.

His tongue sank on to her, pressing hard. She gasped, gripping the edge of the workbench as rivers of pleasure danced through her. Her hands tangled through his thick curls, digging in as she rocked at the sheer ecstasy of him on her. A sound she didn’t know she could make escaped her as he slowly swirled his tongue.

‘Gods, the fucking taste of you, Elara.’ He said it as though he was angry with her. He delved between her thighs once more, finishing the sentiment with a slow, tantalizing kiss. ‘Like light-warmed cherries. So. Fucking. Sweet.’ He moaned into her as his arms locked around her thighs again, pressing for more, deeper and deeper. She had never felt pleasure like it. She was a deity in his arms, his lips a feverish prayer over her body, reverent, adoring. Elara arched her back, her head dropping in ecstasy as a whimper escaped her.

‘I know, princess,’ he murmured, pausing briefly. ‘I know.’

His tongue danced, teasing and flicking before taking her all in, then dancing away again, sending waves of gold crashing and peaking through her. She felt like she was drowning; she felt like she was flying. All that existed was that moment and him, kneeling before her, worshipping her. And just when she thought she couldn’t fly any higher, she felt Enzo slowly press a finger into her.

‘Skies, Enzo,’ she breathed as it filled her.

‘My name on your lips may be my favourite sound in all of Celestia,’ he said, the deep sound reverberating through her. She shivered, shifting as she tried to create some friction, anything to satiate the ache building inside her. But Enzo kept his finger still, his eyes locked on hers.

‘Say it again,’ he said roughly.

‘Lorenzo,’ she moaned.

With a sigh he pushed a second finger into her, and he curled them, pumping them maddeningly slowly as he swirled his tongue again. The combination sent her over the edge, and she felt herself unravel at his strong insistent strokes.

‘What was it you said you’d never felt before?’ He sucked slowly, and she jerked against her will. ‘Ah yes,’ he smirked. ‘Fire.’

To Elara’s utter disbelief, she began to feel warm flames lick her as Enzo pressed his tongue flat to her. A rivulet of fire danced off his tongue, and she felt embers pulsing and drawing circles around her. The heat was delicious, warm enough that she started to tingle.