Page 166 of Fallen Stars

“Ride me, angel,” Enzo moaned below her. He pinched one of her nipples, and she jerked, causing them both to moan. Slowly, she began to roll her hips, Enzo still so deep inside her.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He pushed her hips back and forth with his hands. “Those hips, godsdamn. You’re going to make me come before I’ve even had my way with you. I can see every inch of your body shining for me.”

He sat up, both hands embracing her, one at the nape of her neck, the other splayed across her lower back.

“Can see those perfect tits,” he said before dipping his head to take one in his mouth again as Elara continued. “Those perfect lips parted for me. Show me, princess. Show me how much you missed me,” he said as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

The kiss was messy, sinful, Enzo fucking her mouth with his tongue as he began to meet her rolls with thrusts of his own. The two formed a perfect rhythm, the friction of their skin sublime as his cock began to stroke her inner walls.

“Lorenzo,” she purred through their kisses, and his response was between a moan and a growl as he bit her lip, pulling it, then sucking it as though he wanted to devour her whole.

“That name on those lips.”

He picked up his pace, driving his hips upwards as every single part of their bodies intertwined, his touch everywhere.

It was all-consuming, and so right, so fated, as energy began to vibrate from both of them.

“I’m going to come,” Elara panted, and Enzo let out an animalistic sound as he pounded his hips into her, flipping her so her back was pressed against the ledge. Smooth stone met her, the water cushioning her. She wrapped her legs around Enzo’s waist, holding him close to her as he took her hands and pinned them over her head, the other coming to rub circles around her sensitive bud as he set an unrelenting pace.

This time, when she climaxed, it was as though a deep part of her, one that she had buried in darkness, was cracking and fissuring out until, with a final scream, it shattered, every part of her open and raw and shining brightly. She surrendered, shaking and shuddering as Enzo continued to move, gentler now, his lips parted as they whispered sweet words against her temple.

He came, the last thrust of his hips causing a rivulet of flames to rush off him onto her—warm and harmless. She could feel him filling her as he climaxed.

“More,” he begged raggedly, burying further into her. She grinned, already ready herself as she shifted her hips and opened her legs wider for him. She realised through her half-lidded gaze that he was shining gold, that aether she had seen in her dreamscape driving off him in desperate frissons as it tried to reach her.

But then she saw his eyes and stilled.His eyes were completely glazed, completely gold, with no sign of an iris or pupil. He looked like…a god.

“Enzo? Are you okay? Enzo?!”

But her love couldn’t reply, his face in anguish as his hands reached out to her, his length still embedded deep within her.

She whipped moonlight out without thinking, holding him as he began to shake.

She slipped out beneath him, her heart pounding as she pushed him back towards the deeper water.

“Enzo?!” she asked again, her voice high with panic now.

She dragged him into it, pushing them off the ledge. Still his eyes burned wholly gold, and she forced her moonlight over him again, willing it to cool him, to wash over him as she dunked him under the surface.

He emerged spluttering, shaking.

“What the fuck was that?” she hissed. “Enzo. Enzo?”

He still couldn’t respond, and she swore, shoving her moonlight into his mouth as she willed it to be gentle, forcing him to submerge in the coolness of her magick, the same way she’d done with her shadows for him in his dreams so long ago.

His breathing began to even out, his body stilling, and finally his eyes returned to their usual gold and brown.

Elara stayed treading water, neither of them speaking for a long time.

Finally, Enzo broke the silence. “I lost control,” he whispered.

Elara looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“My powers, I… Elara, I am fucking obsessed with you. Enamored. Something took over me, and I could not break away from you. As though I was sick, and you were my salvation. And then my fire broke forth, and the sunlight filled me, and I just lost all hold and grip on anything that wasn’t you.”

The words softened and melted Elara, would have continued to for she understood this need he spoke of, so great and overwhelming that it was an effort just to keep her head above it, to not sink into oblivion with him. It would have…if he had not uttered the last words.

“Enzo, what do you mean that you lost all hold and grip on anything that wasn’t me?”