Page 96 of Fallen Stars

His fingers slowed, swirling and taking their time to feel her wetness. He dipped the fingers out to coat her sex with her arousal. “Feel that?” he murmured.

“Slow,” she panted. “Oh Gods, slow.”

“Noted,” Enzo smirked, his eyes only leaving hers to trail to where his hand worked and her hips moved. He pulled the fabric roughly so that it hitched around her navel, leaving her completely exposed.

Elara was a confident woman. She also wasn’t a prude, nor scared to show off her body. And yet she found herself blushing at the sheer indecency of what was reflected back.

“You blush so prettily,” Enzo murmured. “That flush across your cheeks and down your neck. Like a Helion lightrise.” He frowned. “I suppose we should call it a sunrise now that I’m awake.” He continued to move his fingers as he spoke, and Elara’s eyes widened. The man was acting as though he were talking about the weather, not pushing her to the brink of utter euphoria.

“Your dirty talk has gotten worse,” she laughed softly.

Enzo’s eyes flashed as he ran a tongue along his teeth. He stopped, his fingers still inside of her as he brought the heel of his hand to her sex and cupped her.

“It’s a shame you think so, princess. Because I was just about to tell you that your cunt is the most beautiful thing I have seen in this world, spread for me in the mirror. And that I’ve tortured myself for months by imagining the day my lips are finally reunited with it, and I can strain and lap up every single drop of cherry-flavoured pleasure from it.”

“Gods,” Elara muttered, pooling again.

“Yeah,” he snickered as he parted her flesh again to make her feel her own wetness. “I guess it’s not gotten that bad.”

“Enough of this. I need you inside me,” Elara breathed, tired of anything but that.

Enzo swore then under his breath, and she felt him swell even further underneath her.

“Anything…anything for you.”

Elara whirled around, not caring that they were on cold tiles or that there was a bed two feet to their left or a pool two feet to their right. This anticipation… She had wanted it to be special their first time reunited, for roses to have been scattered on the bed or candles lit. But now…right now…A deep and incessant hunger was roaring, and she knew she had to have him before she wept.

Enzo took one hand away as she rose to her knees and turned, pulling at the buttons of his breeches hurriedly. She straddled him as he unlatched the last one and began pulling them off. Elara crashed her lips against his, moaning and pleading into his mouth, unaware of what she was even saying, if it was even Celestian or some other foreign language.

“Fuck, Elara,” Enzo moaned into her. “Hearing those pretty lips begging me for my cock… You drive me insane.”

“I need you,” she whispered back, praying to him, the words repeating over and over as her mouth skimmed his mouth, his jaw, his cheek, his brow. Enzo reached under him, and she could feel him gripping his length, leading it to her entrance.

She felt the head of it rub against her, parting her folds as he teased her.

“Yes!” she pleaded and sucked in a breath, preparing for the delicious pleasure of him entering her.

Enzo’s eyes were on her, pure fire and hunger, a man possessed.

And the door slammed open, a draft rushing through the room.

Enzo swore, shielding Elara as she still hovered, her sex rubbing against him. He yanked her undergown back up so that no part of her was exposed as they both whirled to the door.

Leo strode in, Isra at his heels, both faces black as thunder.

“What the fuck,” Enzo growled, “are you doing?”

Isra surveyed the scene before her, hazel eyes glinting with cool amusement. But Leo grimaced. “We wouldn’t interrupt if it wasn’t important.”

“If what wasn’t?” Elara snarled, her voice terrifyingly low. She felt like an animal in heat, her one promise to unite with her soulmate snatched.

Isra tossed a scroll to them, Enzo catching it deftly and opening it.

“What is this?” Elara asked as Enzo scanned the contents, cursing under his breath.

Elara snatched it from him. The portraits staring back made her drop the paper. It was her and Enzo, wrought in terrifyingly accurate detail, with stark black letters painted above them.

‘WANTED’,the bill said. ‘Princess Elara of Asteria—STAR KILLER. Known accomplice: King Lorenzo of Helios.

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