Page 201 of Fallen Stars
“Now, where were we?” Adrian whispered, taking a step towards her.
“One last time,” she replied.
“Just once,” Adrian said. “Before you have to go back. Before we have to accept that this was just a beautiful, fleeting dream.”
Cancia stepped closer, pushing her silver hair around one shoulder as she sank to her knees in the water. Adrian followed suit so the two were kneeling.
Cancia came closer, a hand pressed to his naked chest as her lips searched his tentatively. Adrian groaned, given permission, and began to kiss her passionately, his tongue swirling with hers, sucking her full bottom lip.
Cancia moaned, and Adrian pushed down the flimsy dress, careful not to rip it so her breasts were bared. He had felt them before, tasted them, but to see them, full and heavy as her chest rose and fell, his cock strained against his scale-clad britches.
He leaned forward slowly, sinking further onto his haunches as he fluttered small kisses along one breast and then the other, soaking in the softness of her gleaming skin.
Her head fell back as she gave him better access to her neck too until Adrian lost his barely held restraint, his tongue and teeth swirling over her throat.
Cancia’s delicate breaths filled their small refuge as she scraped at his chest, her hands running down his carved stomach to his trousers.
“Yes,” Adrian murmured onto her neck as she undid the buttons, pulling them down and leaving his length free.
He helped her push her own dress the rest of the way down, the garments floating on the water as the two were lying naked before each other.
Adrian’s eye drove a path between her breasts to her navel and further.
“Dear fucking Stars,” he groaned as Cancia gave a tinkling laugh.
“You praying to me already?” she whispered as she pulled him to her.
She lay in the shallow waters, the rushing of them covering her as it soaked her hair and beaded on the parts of her skin still exposed to the air.
He licked a droplet that had formed on her navel then another and another.
“Adrian,” she breathed. “I need—”
“I know,” he murmured. Now was not the time to savour every inch of her skin as he wanted to or to learn the pattern of every breath of her pleasure. Now was a stolen moment.
So he took his cock as he knelt, wrapping it in a fist as he guided it to her entrance.
“Yes,” she pleaded, opening her legs wide for him as water washed over her.
Gods, to see her cunt wet and gleaming like that, the water lapping at it, sent frissons of heat through him, so much so that he had to grit his teeth.
One hand wrapped around the back of her neck, lifting her out of the water slightly as she obliged before he drove himself into her.
She cried his name, her eyes wide as he coated himself in her before pulling out and pushing back in again.
The water began to swirl around them as Adrian got lost in the feel of her, her perfect tits bouncing with each thrust, the water soaking her hair, a siren right before him, glowing and writhing.
He felt like he was in paradise, each thrust transcending him higher and higher. He could feel it in the air too, this ecstasy that he would later blame Sagitton’s charm on, and not the way her perfect body fit his, or the way she looked as he made love to every inch of her again.
He was holding back, he knew, that same part of him that still didn’t trust her, not allowing him to give his all, and she seemed to sense it, groaning in frustration as she clawed at his back.
“More,” she begged.
He laughed darkly as he brought his face to hers. “I told you you’d beg,” he whispered, his thrusts more punishing as he realised what she wanted. The Star of pain and penance liked it rough.
Adrian pulled out, and before Cancia could make a sound, he flipped her so she was on all fours.
“Yes!” she cried, sinking her torso into the water, her beautiful round ass raised and speckled with water and starlight.