Page 118 of Fallen Stars
Sure enough, she was bathed in a silver glow, as though the moon above was reaching out to her, desperate to touch her.
“Let me see what moonlight tastes of,” he whispered and gave a slow, tantalising lick right down her middle. She lifted her hips without thinking and the gangplank jolted.
“Still,” Enzo growled. Her breathing was rapid as the gangplank continued to tremble. He brought his mouth over her sensitive bud and sucked, deep and longingly, his tongue swirling as he did.
“FuckingStars, Enzo,” she moaned, unable to move without falling, her pants coming heavier and faster.
“I’m going to make you climax the hardest you ever have as you dangle off the edge of the world,” he growled. “As you realise that you are a goddess cased in mortal skin, and that I adore every inch of you.”
A vibrating heat ran through her as flames from his fingers coated her, swirling and pulsing around her sex. She edged further off the gangplank, a strangled cry leaving her as her orgasm began to take hold.
“Don’t move, princess,” he said. “Take the pleasure. All of it.”
“I can’t,” she breathed, whimpering. “It’s too much, it feels too… It’s too good.”
It was excruciating, the pleasure, the build of all those weeks almost painful, as though she had to get away from it, had to breathe. But she couldn’t, suspended on the gangplank, she had to be still, to allow it.
Enzo forced her legs wider as he buried his face into her, his nose pushing against her, the friction of it making her writhe. He groaned against her, a desperate ravaged sound as he flicked his tongue.
“Do you accept your powers yet, love?” His voice was rough, the deep tenor of it rumbling through her, and she forced her whole body stiff so she wouldn’t fall to her death.
“No,” she strangled out.
“Look at the moon,” he commanded as he clamped his lips around her and sucked again.
“Hell’s fucking teeth,” Elara hissed, the gangplank shifting, her heart beating, and the silvered magick within her roaring, writhing, trying to find an outlet. She gritted her teeth, trying to focus on stopping it from escaping. But the pleasure was too distracting, Enzo almost punishing with the strokes of his tongue, not giving her an inch to do anything but put all her focus into what he was doing.
Her eyes watered as she did as Enzo said, looking at the orb above. She noticed small craters on it, patterns that the eye could see even from far away. Her eyes flicked down to the star-bathed waves and noticed how they seemed to reach out to the moon in their own form of worship.
And it was beautiful, she realised as Enzo coated her in waves of his own worship. Her heavenly body, it had risen through the darkness, and the world had simply made room for it. The earth had bathed in her; the waves had pulled themselves to her, and the Sun—her Sun—had shone his light on her. And how could that be anything to fear? How could that be anything short of pure magick?
Her moonlight thrilled through her as she kept her eyes fixed on it, Enzo murmuring soft encouragements as he feasted on her as though his life depended on it, dragging every drop and moan of pleasure that he could from her.
Sensing that she was close, he slid two fingers into her, and she scraped her back along the plank, making it shudder violently again. But that magick within her was caressing her, was running through her veins and purring against Enzo’s touch.
And then sunlight pulsed from Enzo’s fingertips, flooding Elara from the inside out. She felt her moonlight sing, dancing as it rushed through her towards the sunlight, to that golden power that made up her love of lifetimes.
She couldn’t have stopped it even if she’d tried, and she was writhing and sobbing, wave after wave of pleasure pounding into her. Enzo’s grip on her thighs was firm even as the gangplank rocked and groaned beneath her as the silver light begged to break forth.
“Please,” it seemed to beg. “I’ve been trapped in here for so long. Please, set me free.” And then Elara didn’t know if she was saying the words or her magick was, but Enzo’s beautiful voice broke her out of it, a command on his tongue.
“Surrender,” he said, and it reminded her so much of her shadow that she nearly wept. “You have nothing to fear. I’m here. I always will be. Surrender.”
The last shield against herself began to crack, and it was leaking out of her now, this ancient magick.
“Come for me, love. Come on my tongue. I want to taste your fucking magick, need to. I needyou, Elara, every damn part of you.”
She let out a cry as the last slam of pleasure flooded her. Enzo’s light was warm inside her, encouraging and waking her own, allowing hers to fully form. She was rocking, the wood roiling from side to side, up and down as she moaned, her climax taking hold. It felt like a hard knot in her, loosening and loosening until her moonlight was pure liquid, as Enzo’s fire and light continued, unrelentless, to vibrate over her, the combination of that and his soft tongue swirling on her making her eyes roll back. For a moment she didn’t see the ocean or the moon and the stars, but just sheer silver light as she lay suspended, danger and pleasure so close to her.
It hit her like lighting, her pleasure rippling over her as she jerked back. Enzo swore as she lost her balance on the gangplank, shrieking even as she continued to come for him, righting herself with her hands. She was shaking all over, the orgasm the strongest that she had ever felt, her body restless as the wave came, and came, and still Enzo didn’t stop, drinking from her, his eyes bright gold,shining, actually shining, as though sunlight was begging to break free. He seemed almost in a stupor, and she swore as he didn’t let go, kissing and licking and sucking as her body slackened and her words turned to gibberish.
Her power released in a shock of blinding light, and she screamed, a primal thing, as it was finally allowed out of her body. She tried to stop it, begged it, terrified even as she continued to come, that it would hurt Enzo. But he was grinning as his tongue began to slow, his kisses long and languorous, and she stared in awe as their lights swirled and caressed each other.
Moonlight coated every inch of her naked skin, glimmering like fish scales as her chest heaved. She didn’t dare move as she stared at Enzo, finally sated. He prised his lips off her and looked up.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, eyes roaming down the light coating her body. “My Moon is absolutely fucking beautiful.”
Elara smiled as tears rolled down her face, and as she brushed one away, she realised it was glittering. Shaking, she slid her body down the plank until she felt reassuring hands grasp her, Enzo’s eyes completely alight as he cradled her face.