Page 69 of Heavenly Bodies

‘Adrian’s right,’ he said, looking at her, his hands resting on her waist.

Her smile faltered. ‘What?’

‘You are the most beautiful woman here.’

They stared at each other, Elara painfully aware of hishands gripping her body. How had she never noticed before how large his hands were against her? Her exposed neck was inches from his mouth, and she saw his eyes drag to it. Neither moved until Enzo broke the silence.

‘You’re the most beautiful woman anywhere. But that wasn’t enough to say. To tell you that you look beautiful seemed a lazy way to describe how you look.’

His eyes searched hers then he huffed a laugh.

‘So I didn’t want to tell you that you looked beautiful. I wanted to tell you—’ One of his hands raised to lift one of the thin straps of her gown back in place. ‘That you look like a fallen Star.’

Elara blushed as heat crept up her. He pulled his hand away from her neck, glancing down in surprise at the glittering substance coating her skin.

‘Sugardust,’ he murmured, so low that she felt it vibrate through her. Enzo locked his gaze on her as he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked the dust from it, his eyes never once leaving her face.

Heat pooled from her stomach to her core as she saw his tongue swirl. That hunger in his eyes made her want to lean forwards, to feel the sparks that radiated in his gaze. She found herself moving closer, every cell in her body was drawing her to him. He leaned towards her, too, his hands tight on her waist, the press of his body hard against her. But he was shaking, tension bracketing his body, his jaw clenched.

‘What’s wrong?’ she whispered.

He shook his head, holding himself abnormally still.

Elara reached forwards, tentatively tracing a finger over his full lips.

‘Elara,’ he said roughly, as she dipped her mouth towards his, ‘if you kiss me now, I won’t stop.’

Torra’s wicked charm caressed her, giving her a jolt of confidence. Every worry left her head for one blissful moment as she allowed herself to drown in the charm’s certainty.

‘Then why fight it?’ she purred.

His eyes dragged to her lips, darkening. ‘Because, Elara, I may be a monster, but you make me want to be a saint.’

Something between a gasp and a sigh escaped Elara. ‘I don’t want you to be anything other than what you are,’ she whispered, and gently brushed her lips to his. He groaned into her mouth, the last bit of fight in him melting into her.

Hands wrapped in her hair, pulling her forwards as he deepened the kiss. She moaned as his tongue parted her lips, the taste of him smoky and warm, like bonfires and sweet honey. She pulled his waist to her, and he moaned against her. Her breath was panting as he trailed kisses down her neck, setting her pulse fluttering.

‘I’ve never been kissed like this,’ she breathed. With Lukas, it had always felt like going through the motions, perfunctory. With Enzo, it felt as though pure fire was coursing through her body at his touch.

‘Only a shade, remember, El,’ he murmured against her, and she was called back to his promise in her bedroom as he kissed her again. He ground his hips up into her, and she moaned louder. When he ripped his mouth off hers and studied her, his eyes were so dark only a thin ring of gold remained. He moved his gaze down to her heaving breasts then up to her mouth.

‘Stars, I’ve wanted to hear you moan for me,’ he rasped.

Elara’s breath was ragged as she reached for him again, drinking him in greedily. Enzo’s tongue trailed fire down her body, delving into the dip of her collarbone. Elara twisted her hands through his curls, arching her back in pleasure. Hishand hitched up her skirts, skimming her thighs and she tipped her head back. She could die of this heat, this want.

His tongue trailed down her neck, her collarbone.

‘I know how much effort it took to get this ballgown on, princess, but I’m going to need it off, now.’

Elara nodded, making a needy, strangled sound as Enzo wet his lips, helping her turn so that he could undo the buttons and the tie at her waist.

When it slipped down, he pulled her back around to him until she was in his lap once more, and with a little ministration, freed her breasts from her corset.

‘Gods damn it.’ He palmed one, then the other, squeezing them, his rough thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. Elara swore. ‘The way these almost spill out of those little training blouses you wear drives me mad,’ he growled.

With a barely held back groan, he took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Elara shook, tightening her legs further around him as want and craving drowned her.