Page 220 of Fallen Stars

Enzo’s tongue trailed again, this time swirling the wine up to her bud before he swallowed.

“I’d drink this every fucking day,” he murmured between sucking and licking.

She could feel a drop running down her thigh, and Enzo’s tongue darted out to her sensitive inner flesh to catch it.

His teeth grazed the skin there, and with a yelp from Elara, she felt him take it gently between his teeth, the tiny bite eliciting utter pleasure and pain as the now-warming wine began to slow.

“Oh, fair goddess, won’t you grant me a favour?” He smirked as he released her inner thigh before feasting on her anew.

“And what favour would you like?” she breathed as he rubbed his nose along her core, his tongue hot and wet and oh-so-delicious as it devoured her.

He pulled away, his breath fanning over her. “Marry me.”

Elara tensed. She must have misheard. “What?”

“Marry me,” he breathed, eyes open and void of any teasing as they regarded her. “Be my wife. I want to call you my wife, Elara. I want to throw you the wedding you deserve. I know it’s trivial. I know that our soul-tie is more than that. That we’re bound far deeper than just in ceremony. But the mortal part of me, the part that fell in love first, needs you in every sense, and what I need is to call you my wife.”

Elara looked at where they were, Enzo’s chin and lips slick with her, her legs spread wide, sticky with wine. She looked around to the obsidian temple, the coffin before them and the graveyard beyond.

Enzo was still on his knees. “I promise I’ll give you the wedding you deserve. I have a ring already made in the waking realm, but El, I can’t wait. I’m sick of not being your husband.”

Elara still couldn’t speak.

“So, Queen of Asteria, light in my darkness, Ruler of Stars and Skies, will you marry me?”

Tears crept into Elara’s eyes as she slid down the altar, completely unphased by her nakedness, and knelt in front of him.

“Lorenzo, my Sun, it would be anhonourto be your wife.”

Enzo’s smile may as well havebeensunlight; it beamed so bright as he enveloped her in his arms. She breathed in his delicious musky scent, the slight masculine layer of sweat, the deep heady amber beneath.

Enzo pressed his lips to hers ferociously as she tasted herself on him, and she grew soaked again.

“Can I fuck my fiancée again now?” he murmured, tongue licking over hers before sucking her lip between his. “One more time before we have to return to reality.”

“Gods, that word sounds good on your lips,” Elara murmured, her heart so full as tears continued to stream down her face. And she realised in that moment that the threat of the Stars, of Ariete, the bounty over them and the threat of losing her throne… All that was truly dwarfed by the contentment of being in her soon-to-be husband’s arms.

Chapter Seventy-Five

Enzo’s heart was still thuddingerratically against his chest as he cleaned Elara gently with his shirt before helping her dress again. She was going to be hiswife. The primal, masculine mortal part of himself was flooded with arousal, with pride. As he’d told Elara shortly after asking, he knew it was semantics. That a literal soul-tie was deeper than any spoken vow. But again, that mortal part that viewed marriage as an utter sanctity, that wanted to name Elara his wife and vow in front of all their loved ones that he would be hers for eternity. Yes, that part of himself was growing thick and hard yet again. He’d made love to her once more on the altar, murmuring the word fiancée over and over as they’d climaxed together again.

He looked at his angel now, and she was crying, tears of happiness streaming down her face. Enzo wanted to carve his heart out then and there to offer it up to her. He would do absolutely anything for his Moon.

He leaned forwards, desperate to taste one of her tears, and slowly licked a trail up her face as he tasted the salt of her emotions.

She moaned softly, bending into his embrace as he kissed every patch of skin he still had access to.

“Come,” she laughed. “You can make love to me again in a normal bed. I don’t want to have to stay here longer than we need to.”

Enzo groaned, allowing Elara to drag him out. He glanced once to the metallic coffin, relieved that he and Elara had managed to seal it with such ease. It had felt vile, abhorrent, and he’d had to battle with his light simply to let it touch the thing. But it was done.

He knew the Stars were still hunting them, but what was a Star compared to the Darkness that they had just vanquished and forced to slumber again? He allowed himself another brief moment of relief as he took one last look at the temple before stepping into the light.

To Enzo’s utter chagrin, when they left the temple, Lukas greeted them once more. He opened his mouth.

“Say one word, and I’ll find a way to kill you in death too.”

Lukas closed his mouth, frowning at the two and likely wondering what had taken so long.