Page 95 of Fallen Stars

“Fucking missed these,” he said. Her eyes tracked the other hand, making its way up her bare thigh, her short gown only just covering her core, already hot and pulsing with anticipation.

“How wet are you right now, Elara?”

“Very,” she moaned as his hand dipped under the hem of her undergown.

“Am I going to be pleased with what I find?”

“Same answer.”

He groaned as a finger skimmed up her inner thigh and felt the arousal already soaking her before he had even reached her sex.

“I think I can die and go to the heavens now.”

“Careful how you speak,” she snapped.

His fingers stroked up and down her thigh, the nerve endings growing more and more sensitive the further up he skirted.

“I can’t wait to taste this cunt again,” he hissed, sucking her neck. She was mesmerised by their reflection, how beautiful he looked, his head bent over her, his hand still teasing and trailing. “I’m trying to take my time, to learn every inch of you again. To taste every part of your flesh. Our time was stolen from us. I won’t take that lightly.”

His hand gripped her thigh as he sank to his knees. At first, Elara readied herself to beworshippedby him, as he liked to call it. But he surprised her when he threaded her hands through his and pulled her down.

The two looked at each other in the mirror as Elara sank to her knees, sitting on Enzo’s thighs.

“Look at you,” he murmured, a hand snaking up again past her breasts to cup her chin. His thumb parted her lips. He stroked her bottom one, a growl reverberating low in his throat.

“More beautiful than any dream.”

Elara’s head fell back onto Enzo’s chest, her eyes fluttering. She could stay in this moment for eternity, breathing in the amber scent of him, warm and safe, as his breath fanned her cheek from above.

“I love you, Lorenzo,” she whispered. “And I have missed you so, so much.”

She raised her eyes to look at him, emotional to see his brow furrowed and eyes painted with pain. He swallowed once. Twice.

“I love you more, angel.” He brushed her lip again as he looked at her. “Half of my damn soul,” he murmured, more to himself than her.

His other hand came around, brushing past her hip and plunging under the dress. Her legs were wide, the position she was kneeling in leaving her splayed. “Let me show you how much I missed you,” he whispered, swirling his tongue around the shell of her ear. His fingers skimmed over her sex, but so lightly it may well have been a breeze.

“Enzo,” she breathed, “now is not the time for teasing.”

“No.” His lip quirked. “I suppose it’s not.”

Her gaze flicked back to the mirror, the sight making her drip anew. His lithe arms were huge around her, the look in his eyes sinful as he watched her.

This was reverence, she realised. This was worship. This was every desire she had ever prayed for brought to life. This miracle of a man, who looked at her the way women dreamed of being looked at.

“Now don’t take your eyes off the mirror,” he whispered and plunged two curled fingers into her.

Her head rolled back of its own volition as she sucked in a breath. She felt one of Enzo’s hands at the nape of her neck, fisting her hair gently. He pushed it forward.

“I said…don’t take your eyes off your reflection. You’re going to watch how beautiful you look as you ride my fingers. You’re going to see what replayed in my mind every damn night that we were apart. And you’re going to realise why I am so sickeningly in love with you.”

It truly was sinful, what he was making her do.

“Now move your hips,” Enzo added, his voice a low command that sent shots of hot fire running straight to her core. “Show me what you like. Show me how good I feel.”

Elara did, her waist and hips rippling as she moved the way Merissa had taught her to. Enzo’s powerful thighs were underneath hers, grounding her as his hand slid for her, matching her movements with languorous strokes.

“Now,” he said, not taking his own eyes off their reflection either, “you’re going to have to refresh my memory. Did you like it fast?” Enzo curled his fingers inside her and began to press with fast, insistent strokes. Elara swore. “Or did you like it slow?”

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