Page 107 of Fallen Stars
She began to stroke his hair, and he nearly purred as she soothed him with cool hands—hands he had convinced himself he would never feel again.
A terrifying feeling surfaced, and he had to wrangle to push it down. It felt an awful lot like drowning. He wanted to enjoy the moment, not wallow in what he’d nearly lost. He turned his attention back to Elara.
“I think I’m beginning to feel a little better,” he said roughly as her hands began to make his scalp tingle.
“I can’t believe how long your hair has gotten,” she said.
“You like it?”
She played with the ends. “Love it. You’re so beautiful, Enzo.”
“That’s my line.”
“I mean it. I can’t believe you’re here. None of this feels real,” she said, and he turned to her, laying his head in her lap. Her eyes were filled with sorrow. “I just… We haven’t slept yet, and I’m so scared that this is all just a dream. That it will be taken from me the moment I rest my eyes.”
“What happened while I was in there, El?” His heart was drumming a panicky beat.
“We don’t have to talk about it now,” Elara replied. Her face changed, composing into a wicked grin. Enzo knew there was something she wasn’t telling him because he knew her better than she knew herself, could list every miniscule expression she made by heart. “Now, I want to spend time with mysoulmate.”
Enzo groaned, his cock hardening painfully in his trousers. All thoughts of seasickness and dreams were gone, just a very prominent need that needed taken care of.
He stood, brushing her face once as he made his way to the bathroom to clean his teeth and splash cool water over himself. Yes, right now all they needed was each other, to revel in each other’s touch and bodies.
He exited the washroom and stilled.
Elara was on her knees, a wicked smile on her face. Her dress was lying in a pile beside her, and he ingrained the picture into his memory—of how she now looked, with only a thin slip on that showed her nipples and the shadow between her legs.
He walked to her, stopping in front of her, and gripped her chin, tilting it. “Are you trying to kill me again?”
She shot him a reproachful look that just sent more blood thrumming to his cock.
“I have a feeling this will make you feel better,” she said, a long nail trailing down his leg.
“Fuck yes,” Enzo murmured, his nausea already gone.
She let out an excited breath as he took off the shirt, her hands cool and searching as they flicked down his rippled and tense abdomen to his trousers. This button she undid herself before pulling his cock free. He could see a pearly bead already formed on the tip of it.
“I love to see how much you love me,” she whispered, rubbing a thumb lightly over his head. He let out a breath, not daring to take his eyes off her as she brought the thumb to her mouth and sucked on it.
Fucking hell. He twitched, and Elara seemed pleased by the reaction. She brought her thumb out of her mouth and stroked it over him again, leaving her spit coating it. She wrapped her hand around him, squeezing gently as she pulled it up the length of him and back down again.
“Gods,” he whispered, finally looking up to the ceiling. He had dreamed of being touched by her again, that first and only time that she’d taken him into her mouth branded on his brain and replayed over and over and over. She did the same motion again, and he blinked out of his haze, taking in how beautiful her full lips were as they breathed over him.
“I’ve missed you,” she murmured over him, and the tickle of her breath made him jerk.
He was not going to last another second. Not if she kept talking to him like that.
“Enough teasing,” she added, and with her eyes completely focused on him, she sank her mouth all the way to his base.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned as she held him there. He could feel the tip of his cock nudging down her throat, could feel the desire in her eyes as she forbade him with a look to take his eyes off her. Slowly, she drew him out of her mouth, her tongue running along the base of his shaft. Her lips banded around his him as she hollowed out her cheeks, and he finally reached for her, a hand gathering her hair.
“Again,” he commanded roughly, trying to grasp any semblance of power. It was a fool’s errand; he always had been and always would be completely at Elara’s mercy.
He had no other words, nothing other than the primal instinct raging through him that she was his, every part of her, and that he wanted to claim and mark her as such. She gave a small smile, and a long tantalising kiss of his head again before sinking all the way back to his base, her throat constricting around him.
“You look so pretty with your mouth full,” Enzo murmured. Elara’s eyes fluttered closed at that, and the moan she made was low in her throat. He could feel it vibrating around him. Gods…was she as aroused doing this as he was receiving it?
“You like it when I tell you how beautiful you are, hm?” He revelled in the feel of her silky hair in his hand as he bunched it around one palm. Using it, he gently guided her up a little and down again. “You like being on your knees for me?”