Page 218 of Fallen Stars

Elara’s eyes rolled back into her head as she felt every delicious inch of him push into her, filling her as she squeezed around him.

“You look so fucking sinful, splayed across this coffin. The thrill in your eyes, the fear. Sweet Moon,” he said, licking up her neck before clamping down with his teeth. Elara moaned again at the primal way in which Enzo was claiming her.

“I’m fucking you like this so even the dead know that you’re mine. So even Piscea beneath us knows that nothing will ever come between us, not even the darkness itself.”

He punctuated each sentence with a deep thrust that reached Elara’s deep spot and she dug her hands into the now metal surface of the coffin lid.

“We’re nearly there,” Elara panted, gritting her teeth as her moonlight began to wrestle with her as it reached the underside of the coffin.

Enzo was panting too, his sunlight stuttering as it continued to pour out of him.

“Come on,” he growled in frustration, thrusting into her at the same time as he forced his sunlight out in a flare.

“One last push,” Elara moaned, utterly suspended as Enzo pounded into her, accepting his power, using it to fuel her own. There was one last gap underneath the coffin that needed sealing, she could feel it.

She gritted her teeth, pushing herself lower onto the coffin, allowing Enzo to move deeper inside her as she used it to fuel her, for that moonlight to reach the last abhorrent point of Piscea’s magick, Enzo’s sunlight chasing it.

Her climax was also chasing her at lightning speed, rising and rising with the desperation in which Enzo’s magick wrapped around her own. She could feel it, so eye-wateringly pleasurable that it was almost painful. Enzo was moaning encouragements into her ear; she knew he was close.

Finally, a bright light flared through the temple, the sound like lightworks bursting, as the coffin finally sealed, their magick coating every inch of it. She came, so hard that she saw only light. Enzo joined her as he let out one final growl and spilled into her.

“It’s done,” she breathed, her whole body shaking, ecstasy rolling through her as relief washed in waves. “It’s done.”

Enzo seemed to release the tension from his body too, slowing inside her.

“Thank fuck,” he growled. Elara slumped, sucking in deep breaths.

“Oh gods, we actually did it.”

They stayed like that for a moment, regaining their breath, before she felt Enzo lick the dragun tattoo on her spine. “Now I can take my sweet time with you,” he murmured.

“Lorenzo,” she moaned again, now able to lose herself completely to the bliss of their union. “My Lorenzo.”

“Always,” he murmured as a hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her torso up to him as he continued to pump her, regardless of the fact they had both already peaked. “Always, always yours.”

Their magick continued to intertwine, but now without the distraction of their mission, Elara cried out as she felt Enzo’s light engulf her once more.

He made a satisfied sound, flipping Elara so they were face to face. In two sharp tugs, her dress was off her, body laid bare to him. Her legs wrapped around him instantly as he walked the two steps to Piscea’s altar. It was made of obsidian too, and Elara gasped against it, its coldness on her naked backside sending further ripples of pleasure through her as Enzo seated her on top of it, still deep within her.

“Spread your legs wider,” he murmured onto her lips before filling her mouth with his tongue, ferocious and desperate. She did so, opening herself further until he was pulling a scream from deep, deep within her as he thrust and thrust her. Elara’s head tipped back in ecstasy.

“Only your name will be remembered after this,” Enzo growled as he tangled a hand into her hair, bringing her head to meet his. He pressed his forehead to hers, the two cocooned in their own darkness.

“Look at us,” he said roughly, and she looked where their bodies joined. “Look at how fucking godly we are. How I worship you.” Elara could feel herself close to the edgeagain, the act of seeing their bodies glide together making her come undone.

“We did it,” she whispered.

“We did it,” he echoed.

She gasped as Enzo reached behind her, and she heard the scrape of metal on stone.

A goblet sat before them, filled with the sacramental wine—an offering to the dark goddess.

With a devilish grin, Enzo raised the cup and tipped it, purple wine spilling onto Elara’s breasts. She moaned as it ran onto her skin.

He withdrew from her, a gasp ripping from her at the emptiness it left her with as he knelt before her. He was so tall that his head was still above the altar. Apprehension coursed through her as his eyes burned a trail, following the flow of wine that was making its way over her nipples.

Just his gaze alone could have made her come–she had admitted as much to him before. To be looked at the way that Enzo looked at her, it was how she imagined all women prayed to be looked upon. For within that fiery gaze was utter reverence, utter awe, and utter possession.