Chapter Seventy #2
The softness in his voice caused a pang in her heart and coaxed a truth from her. ‘I used to feel beautiful, confident even. But at the moment, I just…’ She shrugged, hunching a little.
‘Well then, we need to fix that. Lie back.’
She looked at the railing.
‘I can’t.’
‘Slide your head under.’
Elara looked around at the safety of the railing and the deck and the thin air beyond it. ‘You must be joking. I’m not going to put my head out there. It’s a hundred-foot drop into the ocean.’
‘Coward.’ He smirked.
Elara’s eyes glinted at the challenge. ‘I’m tired of that word, Lorenzo.’
‘And I’m tired of not having my tongue inside you, Elara.’
Oh gods. His tone sent butterflies fluttering through her, low and commanding. She certainly wasn’t thinking about her powers or past any more.
‘Now, too much time has been stolen from us. Even our reunion. I’m starved for the touch of you. The taste of you.’
He came closer to where her lower half rested.
‘You say you trust me. So lie back.’
Elara gave a soft laugh. With a nervous glance around, she held on to the railing as she ducked her head and shoulders underneath.
Her heart pounded. There was nothing between her and the crashing waves below but the air.
Her heart began to pound, a thrill racing through her, as well as fear.
She panted as she dropped her head back, hands gripping the railing tightly.
She was upside down, and the sight nearly took her breath away.
From here, she could see the luminescent water more clearly.
The ocean merged with the sky, so she felt like she was floating in starlight, like she was hanging off the edge of the world.
The rush of the waves was the only sound, the scent of brine thick around her.
And there, its reflection shimmering, was the moon.
The silver orb shone over her, just a curve, but still powerful enough to bathe her in moonlight, and she felt the same light within her veins open a curious eye, waking once more.
Panic gripped her at the sensation, and she tried to sit up but cursed as she realized she had no way back unless Enzo dragged her. She was completely at his mercy and stilled, having to force calmness back into her being.
The light framed Enzo, illuminating the true godly essence of him. ‘See, El. I’m not just a pretty face,’ he said, his voice floating over to her in the blue-soaked midnight. ‘Here in the middle of the ocean, suspended, you have no choice but to look at yourself, to look at the entity tied to you.’
Her chest heaved as she tried to remain still.
‘My beautiful, beautiful Moon.’ For some reason the word sounded lovely on Enzo’s tongue.
Elara felt the power inside her shiver. ‘I wish you could see yourself the way that I do. How can you deny your beauty? Look at the skies, look at how much more magickal the night looks with you in its presence. I wish you could fall in love with yourself again, with your power, and learn there’s nothing to fear. ’
She heard him sigh.
‘Now I want you to gaze at the moon as I make you understand just how perfect every inch of you is.’
She heard a shuffle as Enzo knelt, and jumped as she felt his hands on her knees.
‘Enzo,’ she said, voice high with worry now. ‘If I move, I might fall.’
Enzo’s laugh was as soft and deadly as the waves below them.
‘Then I suggest you stay very, very still as I worship you.’
Her heart hammered as those strong hands pushed her legs apart. Her hands remained wrapped around the railing. The dark waves beckoned, the moon’s glow above steady and constant.
The brush of a knuckle traced along her inner thigh, and she jolted again. The world swayed.
‘Still, my love.’ Enzo’s voice drifted to her on the breeze, filled with amusement.
‘I’m going to kill you,’ she gritted out.
‘I doubt that’s what you’ll want to do to me when I’m finished with you,’ he crooned. She heard him settle, his breath closer to her skin than it had been before.
‘Trust me, Enzo, this is the least fun game we’ve ever played.’
‘I think you’re a liar.’
She felt two fingers part her gently, dipping into her and swirling her wetness around her. She hadn’t realized how soaked she was, her knees trembling.
‘You were never good at telling the truth, were you, princess?’
‘You never seemed to mind,’ she retorted, even as her core throbbed for him.
She hated that he was right. As terrified as she was to be hanging off the edge of the world, a deep and wrong thrill coursed through her.
All thoughts of her position and her powers were taken away as his fingers trailed over her again.
Then she felt two hands grip her thighs from underneath as he pushed her legs further open.
A stream of breath blew on to her, and she moaned, forcing herself not to writhe.
Too long she had gone without his touch, and she was ready to scream.
Then she felt his head rest on a thigh and turn to the side. She heard him inhale deeply, his nose nuzzling against her.
‘What are you doing?’ she whispered.
‘Taking every fucking second I can to savour this,’ he replied, his breath fanning over her again.
A thumb stroked over her, and she shivered.
‘Look,’ he murmured. ‘The light’s making love to you again.’
Sure enough, she was bathed in a silver glow, as though the moon above was reaching out to her, desperate to touch her.
‘Let me see what moonlight tastes of,’ he whispered and gave a slow, tantalizing lick right down her middle.
‘Fucking Stars, Enzo,’ she moaned, unable to move, her panting coming heavier and faster.
‘I’m going to make you see stars as you dangle off the edge of the world,’ he promised.
A vibrating heat ran through her as flames from his fingers coated her, swirling and pulsing around her sex. It pushed her closer to the edge, a strangled cry leaving her as waves of pleasure began to overtake her.
‘Don’t move, princess,’ he said. ‘Take it. All of it.’
‘I can’t,’ she breathed, whimpering. ‘It’s too much, it feels too…It’s too good.’
It was excruciating, the pleasure, the build-up of stress and grief within her almost painful as it tried to escape. She had to get away from it, had to breathe. But she couldn’t, suspended at the edge of the deck. She had to be still, to allow it.
Enzo forced her legs wider as he buried his face into her, his nose pushing against her, the friction of it making her writhe.
He groaned against her, a desperate, ravaged sound as he flicked his tongue.
When she raised her head, her mouth slackened as she saw her underwear wrapped around Enzo’s cock, his hand shifting the fabric over himself.
She could have climaxed right there at the sight.
‘Do you accept yourself yet, love?’ His voice was rough, the deep tenor of it rumbling through her as he fixed those lion eyes upon his prey. She stiffened her whole body so she wouldn’t fall to her death, shaking her head.
‘Look at the moon,’ he commanded, arm still pumping himself as he clamped his lips around her and sucked again.
‘Gods’ fucking teeth,’ Elara swore, her heart beating and the silver magick within her roaring, twisting, trying to find an outlet.
She gritted her teeth, trying to focus on stopping it from escaping.
But the pleasure was too distracting, Enzo almost punishing with the strokes of his tongue, not giving her an inch to do anything but put all her focus into what he was doing.
Her eyes watered as she did as Enzo said, looking at the orb above. She noticed small craters on it, patterns that the eye could see even from far away. Her eyes flicked down to the star-bathed ripples in the sea and noticed how they seemed to reach out to the moon in their own form of worship.
And it was beautiful, she realized, as Enzo coated her in waves of his own worship.
Her heavenly body, it had risen through the darkness, and the world had simply made room for it.
The earth had bathed in her, the waves had pulled themselves to her, and the sun—her Sun—had shone his light on her.
And how could that be anything to fear? How could that be anything short of pure magick?
Her moonlight thrilled through her at the revelation while she kept her eyes fixed above, Enzo murmuring soft encouragements as he feasted on her as though his life depended on it, dragging every drop and moan of pleasure that he could from her.
Sensing that she was close, he slid two fingers into her, and she scraped her back as it arched up. But that magick within her was caressing her, was running through her veins and purring against Enzo’s touch.
And then sunlight pulsed from Enzo’s fingertips, flooding Elara from the inside out. She felt her moonlight sing within her, dancing as it rushed through her towards the sunlight, to that golden power that made up her love of lifetimes.
She couldn’t have stopped it even if she’d tried, and she was writhing and sobbing, wave after wave of pleasure pounding into her. Enzo’s grip on her thighs was firm even as the deck rocked and groaned beneath her, as the silver light begged to break forth.
Please, it seemed to beg. Please, set me free. Elara didn’t know if she was saying the words or her magick was, but Enzo’s beautiful voice broke her out of it, a command on his tongue.
‘Surrender,’ he said, and it reminded her so much of her shadow that she nearly wept. ‘You have nothing to fear. I’m here. I always will be. Surrender.’
The last shield around her began to crack, and it was leaking out of her now, this ancient magick.
‘Come for me, love. I want to taste your fucking magick. I need to. I need you, Elara, every damned part of you, every inch of the woman that you are.’
She let out a cry as the last slam of pleasure flooded her.
Enzo’s light was warm inside her, encouraging and waking her own, allowing hers to fully form.
She was rocking, the wind in her hair as she moaned, her climax taking hold.
It felt like a hard knot in her, loosening and loosening until her moonlight was pure liquid, as Enzo’s fire and light continued to spread, unrelenting, the combination of that and his soft tongue swirling on her making her eyes roll back.
For a moment she didn’t see the ocean or the moon and the stars, but just sheer silver light as she lay suspended, danger and pleasure so close to her.
She heard Enzo moan and flicked her eyes once more to him, where she saw him finish, the muscles in his arm pumping, his jaw clenched in pleasure.
A burst of bright golden light rushed across the deck, coating them in their own bubble. It was the final push.
Her power was released in a shock of blinding light, and she screamed, a primal thing, as it was finally allowed out of her body.
She tried to stop it, begged it; terrified, even as she continued to come, that it would hurt Enzo.
But he was grinning as his tongue began to slow, his kisses long and languorous, and she stared in awe as their lights swirled and caressed each other.
Moonlight glazed every inch of her naked skin, glimmering like fish scales as her chest heaved. She didn’t dare move as she stared at Enzo, finally sated. But rather than stopping, Enzo carried on.
‘Enzo?’ she said.
‘Elara,’ he moaned, golden light beginning to flare off him. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ His eyes roamed down the light kissing her body. ‘My Moon is absolutely fucking beautiful.’
When his eyes flicked up, they were once again blank, just a burning gold.
‘Enzo!’ she said shrilly. ‘What’s wrong?’
Once more he couldn’t hear her—just like in the pools, he was lost in her.
A blast of her moonlight pushed him back, and he blinked, sucking in a breath as his eyes returned to normal.
He looked around, seeing her panting and scared, and cursed as he helped to pull her back to safety from where she dangled.
He took his discarded shirt, wiping down Elara then himself gently.
‘It happened again,’ Elara whispered.
Enzo shook his head. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’
She settled against his chest as his arms encircled her. ‘We’ll find out together.’ She tried to soothe him as their hearts thrummed as one. He took a deep breath in and out, his bare skin beneath her overheated.
Elara heard the sound of footsteps and turned in alarm, Enzo already wrapping his discarded shirt around her as his eyes turned near black.
The shadowed figure paced across the decking.
‘I need to speak with you both,’ Eli said. His face was pale, his eyes dark. ‘You had better come with me.’