Page 189 of Fallen Stars
Enzo had to close his eyes for a moment. “Please don’t talk to me like that.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to last, and filthy words from your lips are my undoing.”
She smirked. “So…”
“So sometimes the smallest shifts can create the biggest pleasure,” he murmured. “Just stay still.”
He took the moment to savour himself inside her. He’d never done this before, been sheathed to the hilt inside her, not moving a muscle. Her eyes moved from narrowed suspicion to lust-filled, slowly softening, lips parting as she understood what he meant.
“Now clench,” he said softly onto her lips. “And keep shaving as you do.”
Her eyes widened, scanning his. Enzo only looked back coolly.
And with a small intake of breath, Elara began to do just that. He let out a sigh as he felt her around him, pulsing, hips still as she continued to scrape the stubble off his jaw.
Enzo zoned into it, and his senses were so heightened, so aware as neither of them moved or satiated the need within them, that every scrape of blade against his skin made his cock twitch.
“Gods,” Elara whispered, feeling it. “We’re never going to get this finished.”
It was more intense than any other time they had made love—as his eyes burned into hers, as people stood only a few yards away.
Enzo heard footsteps approach, seeing Adrian walk past, rolling his eye. “You know, if they found a way to meld skin, I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you decided to sew yourselves to each other. It’s nine in the morning, and you’re already in his lap.”
“Sorry, Adrian, some of us don’t have only barnacles or betrothed Stars for company,” Enzo replied, shifting his hips slightly so that his cock pressed into Elara’s soft walls. She let out a sharp exhale.
“You’re such a prick,” Adrian muttered.
Enzo chuckled as with a deft movement, his thumb circled Elara’s most sensitive area, and she jerked, cursing. Adrian frowned at her, still lingering.
“Are you quite well, Elara?”
“Fine, thank you,” she strangled out. “Just this shaving is making my hands tense up.”
Adrian gave her a strange look, and Enzo smirked.
“She usually has steadier fingers than me,” Enzo explained as Elara whipped her head around to him, eyes threatening. He chuckled.
“Okaaay,” Adrian replied. “Well, hurry up and finish. Leo’s on breakfast duty, and he says if you’re late, he’ll lightning shock you himself.”
The pirate strolled off.
“You heard the captain,” Enzo teased. “Hurry up and finish.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Elara hissed.
“I love it when you talk filthy to me,” Enzo replied.
Elara’s cheeks were flushed as Enzo continued to shift his hips in miniscule motions to create some friction between the two of them, his thumb still working her in tandem. She looked around to the remaining figures on the deck, the blush spreading to her chest as her breath quickened.
“Look at me,” he murmured. “Don’t look at them. Look at me.”
He could feel her beginning to tighten around him, the high points of her cheeks flushing pink, her eyes sparkling.
“That’s it,” he murmured as he felt his balls tighten, felt his cock swell inside her, so close to the edge as well. She seemed to feel it too, the smallest moan escaping her mouth, barely a breath.
“One more, angel,” he whispered as his thumb stroked over her again.