Page 219 of Fallen Stars

She was his. He claimed that with a simple look.

He waited, smile slowly curling as the wine reached her sternum, before leaning forward—restraint be damned—and ran his tongue up her body, catching the spilling wine.

Elara arched back.

“Fuck yes,” Enzo growled. “Look at you.”

His tongue ran all the way up to her nipple where a bead of wine had formed before he sucked it into his mouth.

“The taste of moonlight and wine. Lesser men would die for this.”

“You wouldn’t?”

He chuckled. “Angel, if you wanted me to die to have a taste of you, I’d hand you the killing sword myself.”

“Then you’re lucky I’m fond of you,” she breathed.

He tutted between laps, paying attention to her other breast and the wine’s trickle, slowing now.

He pushed the goblet into her hand as he continued to lap.

“Hold it,” he commanded.

Her breath came in short gasps as Elara wrapped her fingers around the stem, knowing what he was planning to do.

“They’re going to wonder where we are,” she said, thinking of her worried friends back in the land of the living.

“Let them.”

“Enz—”

“El, when was the last time we were selfish? When was the last time we were completely alone? We’ve been on the run, on ships, threatened by gods and shadows. Sometimes I’m just so tired of worrying about other people. I want this time with you to make love to my soulmate the way I’ve needed to forlifetimes. And now’s a time to celebrate. Piscea is no longer a threat. She’s trapped, right over there. They can all worry a little longer.”

He jerked his head, grinning. “Now perhaps it’s time we gave her a show.”

Elara chuckled. “You’re terrible.”

“Wicked and rakish, aren’t I?” He drew his teeth along her neck.

He’d convinced her, though Elara knew she hadn’t needed much, the combining of their magick enough to make her beg for him. She pushed aside guilt at leaving her friends wondering what was taking them so long

“Now pour the wine over that pretty cunt so I can drink from it like a sinner begging for redemption.”

Elara’s entire core clenched, and Enzo moaned as he watched her reaction, sinking lower to her core. Pushing her lip between her teeth, she poured the rest of the cold liquid down her chest, enough so it ran in rivulets to her navel where it began pooling.

Enzo growled as he hooked an arm under each thigh and pulled her closer.

He sucked at her navel, delving his tongue in to catch the drops of wine there before trailing its wet heat downwards.

Elara twitched, trying to force every muscle still so she could accept every ounce of pleasure Enzo was about to give. The wine trickled lower, and she let out a low and needy moan as the feel of it rolled down her oversensitive area.

“Cheers,” Enzo smirked, eyes locked with hers as he ever so slowly lapped the wine up her folds.

Her head fell back, sheer ecstasy, but she felt Enzo’s grip tighten.

“Eyes open,” he commanded. “Look at how I beg for a blessing from my goddess.”

The wine continued to pour as Elara upended the cup, the last of the contents spilling.