Chapter Forty-Four #3
‘Oh gods, yes,’ she breathed, gripping him tighter.
‘Then show me,’ he commanded, briefly pulling his mouth away from her. ‘Show me how good it feels to ride my face, princess.’
Elara hesitated above Enzo before turning around.
She had wanted to pleasure Enzo in this way since the moment she’d realized that she was attracted to him. Had drifted off to sleep with visions of her on her knees for him. But time had been ripped from them.
And perhaps this vision would be better.
His cock was thick and hard, and Elara wet her lips before bending over and sinking her mouth over him.
‘Fuck,’ Enzo hissed, ripping his lips off her for a second.
Elara only laughed softly through her nose as she began to work his length. Her tongue swirled, and Enzo responded in kind. He kissed her lazily, sloppily, as she writhed.
She moaned around his cock, and he thrusted, as though against his will.
‘Holy fuck,’ he groaned as she held him there.
She could feel the tip of it nudging down her throat.
Slowly, she drew him out of her mouth, her tongue running along the base of his shaft.
Her lips banded around him as she hollowed out her cheeks, and she wrapped a hand around his base, pumping him slowly, perfectly.
‘You’re distracting me,’ he managed to mumble, and she laughed again.
‘Let’s see whose willpower is better,’ she teased.
‘Challenge accepted.’
He delved into her with new ferocity, moving his tongue in figures of eight, sinking his hands into her hips as he pulled her whole weight down upon him.
Elara cried out in pleasure, and he made a triumphant sound, though it soon stopped when she began to work him, mouth and hand in tandem, flicking her tongue over the sensitive, tight head of him.
‘Again,’ he commanded roughly.
She gave a small smile and a long, tantalizing kiss before sinking all the way back to his base, her throat constricting around him.
She was growing wetter and wetter, which surprised her more than she’d thought—to be so aroused by pleasuring him.
‘You look so pretty with your mouth full,’ Enzo praised when he came up for air. Her responding moan was low in her throat.
‘You like it when I tell you how beautiful you are, hm?’ He trailed fleeting kisses down each inner thigh before making his way back to her sex.
‘Mm-hmm,’ she said around him.
When he hooked an arm around her thigh so that he could pleasure her with his fingers as well as his tongue, she swore, her rhythm stuttering. Enzo chuckled.
‘I win,’ he said, and she moaned, sitting up and leaning back as she took all the pleasure he poured over her.
She began to beg and plead, and Enzo held her through her climax, her body rocking and shuddering, glowing as her moonlight broke forth over the two of them, coating their small spot in the pools in its shine.
Elara thought she’d feel slightly sated, but she needed more. All Enzo had done was awaken a need within her that only he could fill, a desperate agony that she knew could only be fixed the moment his body fused with hers.
Like a woman possessed, she turned again and slid down his body. Enzo’s eyes darkened.
She hovered over his hips and, after pressing two hands to his chest, began to slowly rub against the tip of his length.
‘Oh, fuck, yes,’ he groaned. ‘Are you going to ride my cock, Elara?’
Elara bit her lip, smiling as she nodded and reached behind her to guide him in.
She was soaked, and sank on to it an inch, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the perfection of him slide through her entrance.
‘Stars,’ Enzo moaned, and she opened her eyes to see his head raised, eyes aflame as they watched her hips.
She rose again, brushing herself back and forth upon him as she watched the way the muscles around his jaw began to tense.
‘Tease,’ he bit out.
‘What happened to savouring the moment?’ She smirked, pushing herself back on to him and sinking another inch further.
Gods, the way he stretched her, filled her, and she wasn’t even fully seated—the feeling was indescribable.
‘Cruel woman,’ he retorted as she pulled herself off him again.
‘I suppose I could be a benevolent goddess,’ she whispered, and with a twitch of her lips, she pushed herself down on to him until he was sheathed to the hilt.
‘Holy fucking skies,’ Enzo gritted out as they both took a moment to adjust, panting heavily. The water trickled around them, so warm and pleasant that it only heightened Elara’s pleasure.
The craving, wailing need within her silenced; that final, final stretch of intimacy met. She was home.
Enzo moaned below her. He pinched one of her nipples, and she sucked in a breath. Slowly, she began to roll her hips, Enzo still so deep inside her.
‘You’re perfect.’ He pushed her hips back and forth with his hands. ‘You take me so well.’
He sat up, both hands embracing her, one at the nape of her neck, the other splayed across her lower back.
‘I could create roomfuls of art of you, you know that? Those perfect lips. Hips. Tits.’ He dipped his head to take one in his mouth again as Elara continued to move.
She pulled him into a kiss, messy and sinful, sucking on his tongue while he began to meet the movement of her hips with thrusts of his own. The two formed a perfect rhythm, the friction of their skin sublime as his cock stroked her inner walls.
‘Lorenzo,’ she purred through their kisses, and his response was between a moan and a growl as he bit her lip, pulling it, then sucking it as though he wanted to devour her whole.
He picked up his pace, driving his hips upwards as every single part of their bodies intertwined, his touch everywhere.
It was all-consuming, and so right, so fated, as energy began to vibrate from them both.
‘I’m close again,’ Elara panted, and Enzo let out an animalistic sound as he pushed her back so she was now lying against the rock, Enzo above her.
He pounded his hips into her as pleasure beat on her from all sides, the crystals heightening every nerve.
She wrapped her legs around Enzo’s waist, holding him close to her as he took her hands and pinned them over her head.
This time, when she climaxed, it was as though a deep part of her, one that she had buried in darkness, was cracking and fissuring until, with a final scream, it shattered, every part of her open and raw and shining brightly.
She surrendered, shaking and shuddering as Enzo continued to move, gentler now, his lips parted as they whispered sweet words against her temple.
He came, the last thrust of his hips causing a rivulet of flames to rush off him on to her, warm and harmless. She could feel him filling her as he climaxed.
‘More,’ he begged raggedly, burying further into her.
Her head dropped back, ready herself, as she shifted her hips and opened her legs wider for him.
She realized through her half-lidded gaze that he was shining gold, that aether she had seen in her dreamscape driving off him in desperate frissons as it tried to reach her.
But then she saw his eyes and stilled. They were completely glazed, completely gold, with no sign of an iris or pupil. He looked like…a god.
‘Enzo? Are you all right? Enzo?!’
But he couldn’t reply, his face in anguish as his hands reached out to her.
She pushed him back and slipped out from beneath him, her heart pounding as she tried to nudge him from the ledge and into the deep pool.
‘Enzo?!’ she asked again, her voice high with panic now.
Still his eyes burned wholly gold, and she gave one big shove, tumbling into the water with him.
He emerged spluttering, shaking.
‘What was that?’ she demanded. ‘Enzo. Enzo?’
He still couldn’t respond, and she swore, pressing her hands to his thundering heart and willing it to calm.
His breathing began to even out, his body stilling, and finally his eyes returned to their usual gold and brown.
Elara held him, neither of them speaking for a long time.
Finally, Enzo broke the silence. ‘I lost control,’ he whispered.
Elara frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
‘My powers. I…I can’t explain it.’
‘Try to,’ she replied gently. ‘You scared me, Enzo.’
Enzo let out a deep breath. ‘I don’t know what that was. Something took over me, and I couldn’t break away from you. And then my fire broke forth, and the sunlight filled me, and I just lost all hold on anything that wasn’t you.’
The words melted Elara, though an uneasy feeling remained.
‘That’s strange,’ she said. ‘Impossibly strange. Perhaps it’s our soul connection, now that we’ve both awakened?’
‘Perhaps,’ Enzo said uneasily. Elara tried to flash him a bright smile, though those eyes, burning so brightly they had made her wince, wouldn’t leave her mind.
They said little more as they retrieved their clothes and made their way back towards the town, and Elara wondered all the while what exactly could have caused Enzo’s magick to behave like that.