Page 134 of Heavenly Bodies
A roar pounded in her ears as Enzo’s tongue and flames caressed her, the heat vibrating and rippling. ‘Enzo, I’m going to—’
Enzo pulled back. ‘Not yet, you’re not.’ He pulled his fingers out of her, and she gasped at the emptiness, the shock of being so close to the edge knocking the breath from her.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ she panted. Enzo ran his tongue over his lips, glossed with her, but didn’t reply. He stroked a thumb lazily over her centre, causing her to jolt again.
Enzo’s eyes were heavy with lust as they stared at each other, Enzo still on his knees.
‘Tell me you’re mine, Elara,’ he said softly, and memories of their tryst at the Asterian ball echoed through her as she saw something that looked like a plea in his eyes.
‘I’m yours,’ she whispered. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. When he opened them, there was only a thin ring of gold around his pupil. And without a word, he stood up, lifting her so that her legs wrapped around his middle. He kissed her deeply, and the taste of herself on his lips made Elara shiver with pleasure anew.
He sank her to the floor, to the white sheets laid all over the studio to catch the fall of marble and plaster dust. The first rays of dawn were beginning to shine through the wide windows, refracting off the sculptures and busts that surrounded them. She turned, running her fingers over a large bust standing on the floor next to her, her thumb tracing the figure’s lips. Enzo took a moment as she arched her back and stretched her arms behind her, closing her eyes as she revelled in the light and shadow playing over her.
‘I’m going to carve the way you look right now into stone,’ he breathed, pulling his shirt over his head. His muscles rippled, taut with tension as he bore over Elara, leaning on his forearms on either side of her.
He pulled a strand of her hair between his fingers. She smiled up at him. The Light danced over him, the golden rays of early morning bouncing off the bronze of his skin. ‘Nothing will be the same after this, you know that, don’t you?’
‘It hasn’t been for a long time,’ Elara whispered. ‘And I still choose you.’
‘Elara,’ he breathed. ‘You’ve made me a better man, you know that? I was blinded for so long by the Light, that I never saw the beauty in the shadows. You opened my eyes. You made me see.’
Elara melted, delicate shadows swirling from her fingertips as they caressed him.
His eyes fluttered shut against them as he slowly unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall and kicking them off as his hard length was freed. Elara stopped breathing, a dull, pounding roar drumming inside of her.
When she looked up, he was gazing at her, transfixed. ‘Open your legs for me, princess.’
She sat up, leaning on her arms, her eyes on him, knowing exactly what she wanted, exactly what she was going to do nomatter the consequences. And with steel in her eyes and a raise of her chin, she did as he had asked. She saw him twitch and she bit her lip, incredulous that she could elicit such a response from him without touching him. He clicked his tongue, slowly dragging his eyes to her lips, her breasts, taking his time to drink in what he’d been denied for too long, all the way down.
‘Lie back,’ he murmured.
She let herself fall back on the sheet as he pinned her arms over her head with one hand, the other tracing patterns up and down her thighs, so close to where she ached.
‘Please,’ she half-begged.
His lip quirked. ‘Nowthe princess has learned some royal manners.’
He pushed a finger inside of her as he licked and bit her neck, trailing kisses down to her breasts. He swirled a tongue around her nipple, and she arched into him.
‘You’re soaked,’ he moaned in her ear as he worked her, threading his other hand with her own above her head.
Elara could say nothing at that point. Not a single coherent thought came to mind, only the want of more, more, more. She tried to urge him with her hips.
‘Patience is a virtue, Elara,’ he whispered against her skin.
‘And teasing should be a sin,Lorenzo,’ she retorted breathlessly. He laughed softly, slowly drawing his fingers out of her. He settled above her, his muscle-corded arms on either side of her.
His eyes were fixed on hers, his skin glowing. He looked so handsome that her eyes watered. She could feel his hardness grazing her entrance and ground her hips over it. He stilled, caressing her temple, her cheek, parting her lips. After a moment of searching her eyes, he slowly pushed himself into her.
Elara cried out, and he captured the sound with his tongue,wanting to taste her pleasure as it danced between them. She was so full with him, she couldn’t think.
‘Gods,’ Enzo breathed as he kept pushing. ‘How do we fit so perfectly?’
Elara had thought the same, and pleasure flooded through her anew at his words. He settled all the way to the hilt, joining fully with her as she gasped.
She had never felt anything like it, certainly not with Lukas—the feeling of such fullness, such belonging, such raw desire and pleasure.
‘I didn’t know it could feel this good,’ she gasped. She ground against him, impatient for friction, writhing her hips as he watched.