Page 202 of Fallen Stars

He ran a hand over it before slapping it, sending a moan through her.

Then, grinning, Adrian took the pearl necklace she’d handed back to him and laced it around her throat before yanking her back to him.

Her breath hitched as he held her suspended with the necklace, pushing himself back into her.

“Was this what you wanted, siren? You wanted me to be consumed by you, to fuck you senseless instead of making sweet love to you?”

He pulled at the necklace again, and she responded by squeezing herself around him.

“That’s it, Oceanne. Show me how much you love it when I choke you with your own pearls.”

She drove herself back onto him as she let out another strangled moan, matching his pace perfectly. Her hands clutched at nothing in the water as she dripped all over him, so ridiculously wet as the fountain’s waves washed over them.

He could feel she was close by the way she began to stiffen and clench, so he tutted, flipping her back round.

“You’re going to look at me as you come,” he whispered as he spread her legs again and pushed back into her. He couldn’t tell what was water and what was her arousal anymore, only that it was messy and wet and so fucking delicious

“Go on,” he said as she began to pant, “beg me to let you finish. For the last time, siren.”

Her eyes pleaded as he remained still. “Please,” she moaned.

Adrian raised a hand over her sex, water beginning to form in a small stream as he pushed his magick out of a finger. He added pressure, more and more, until the stream was a hard jet of water, and then with a smile and a thrust of his hips, he guided the water to the most sensitive part of her core.

“Holy fucking oceans,” Cancia screamed as the roaring of water swallowed it, Adrian’s magick pulsing from a fingertip as he began to make the water play over her. He knew it would be vibrating over her, drumming and drumming every nerve ending with pleasure as he slammed into her again and again, the sounds of their wet bodies slapping a sinful symphony.

He continued to guide the water in circles, starting larger so it flowed over her before becoming more and more concentrated until it was one steady stream right over the nerve of her bud.

She began to scream, beg, sing in a language that wasn’t Celestian as she came around him, squeezing him as he groaned himself. Her fingernails clawed at his back, drawing blood—he could feel it—and he met her pain with more pleasure, giving and giving until he finished, whipping himself out of her and coming onto her water-dropped breasts. She squeezed them together as he finished, shuddering as the very last drop of pleasure was wrung out of him, and he fell back into the water.

She lay next to him, the two panting heavily as the water continued to swirl, both of them already drenched.

“That was—”

Cancia couldn’t finish, gasping for air as she brought a hand to her neck, the pearl necklace still there.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she whispered, and Adrian didn’t dare agree. He hadn’t either, but an emptiness was filling him fast, one that reminded him he would now have to watch her leave.

“Well,” he smirked, pulling her dress from the pool, “that’s because you’ve never fucked a pirate.”

Cancia wouldn’t look at him as she peeled her dress back on, sodden and sticking to the body that made Adrian want to pull her back into the water. Perhaps she understood too, that this was an ending, not a beginning.

“I’d better go,” she said softly as Adrian found his trousers and began to pull them on too.

He shouldn’t have said it, should have tried to fight against it with every fibre of his being, but the words poured out.

“Are you really going to go back to him, Oceanne?”

She stilled as she pulled a sleeve up. “I don’t have a choice,” she replied.

Adrian pulled her to him, a hand in her wet hair as he forced her to look at him. “There is alwaysa choice.”

Cancia sighed, extricating herself from his grip. “Then I made mine long ago.”

“Fine,” he said, letting her go. “But just remember, if you choose his side…you know what is gathering in the skies even now. When war arrives, the day may come where I have to kill you.”

She gave a sad smile as the sheet of water parted for her. “Likewise.”

Chapter Sixty-Nine