Like two Stars correcting orbit after impact.
Her tongue caresses his, languid and claiming.
But Kael pulls back. “I can’t trust myself with you, El. I can’t?—”
“Hey,” she breathes, pulling his face between her hands. “Itrust you, my love. Do you trustme?”
His shoulders drop. “Of course I trust you. But the Decay?—”
“Doesn’t own you,” she snaps, finishing for him. “You are mine, from now until the Stars claim me, Kael Thorne. And I’ll remind you of that every day until I reach you in the darkness. Just like you did for me.”
The ocean of his eyes swells, stretching across his iris and washing away the darkness in a subtle wave. Not entirely. But incrementally.
She doesn’t wait for him to speak.
She crashes her lips into his. Hungrier this time. A brand. As if she can force the Decay into submission with her love.
Kael kisses her back, desperate and craving.
Her hands sweep through his chocolate-brown waves, threading through the strands and gripping. He sucks in a sharp breath as she grips, balancing on the edge between pain and pleasure.
His hands find her hip, dragging over the curve, climbing up her torso. He reaches her breast, cupping it in his hand, and a ravenous growl rips from his throat.
Elyssara smiles against his mouth. “I knew I’d find you here,” she breathes, before tilting her chin up for better access.
Her lips part again, and his restraint snaps—his tongue sweeps in, tangling with hers in a dance of fire and restraint. He tastes like reverence and ruin, desperation and desire.
And Elyssara is done pretending she’s not in control. Done pretending she can’t find him in the darkness. Done pretending she doesn’t command the Sky—because it’s time to use it.
Her hand sweeps down his torso, tracing over the ripple of hard muscles, and finds the edge of that godsdamned V that possesses her dreams.
Her hand moves lower still, until she finds the hard shaft of his cock. She wraps her fingers around it, gripping tight enough that his breath hitches. She glides her hand along it in a languid stroke, and catches his lip between her teeth.
“Fuck,” he grits out, restraint nowhere to be seen.
She pumps again, and again, taking her hand from base to tip in a steady rhythm.
She pries her mouth from his. “You think the Decay controls you, Kael, but there’s only one altar you worship at, my love,” she murmurs, her voice all seduction and sin. No.A reminder.
He groans, the sound pure animal. “Only you, my love.”
But Elyssara doesn’t stop. She grips his cock hard, increasing the rhythm until his hips buck. “The Decay is an inconvenience, Kael.Iam forever. You kneel forme.”
Her words find their mark.
“Fuck,” he growls, the sound tearing from his throat. “Only you.”
She knows she’s winning. Knows she’s clawing him back to himself with every stroke of his cock, every moan ripped from his throat, every bite of his lip. So she keeps going.
“And I,” she promises seductively, “only kneel foryou.”
An untamed sound escapes his lips at her vow.
Elyssara lowers to her knees with the promise of pleasure, shamelessly gripping his powerful thighs on the way down. The spray of the stonefall hits her back, rivers of water trailing over the smooth planes of her ass, drawing Kael’s eyes.
His hands tremble—not just with restraint, but with the unbearable tenderness of being chosen like this.Of being worthy of this.
She looks up at him through a curtain of lashes, her auburn hair spilling over her breasts, down her back. The darkness in his gaze recedes under her ministrations like a dog being brought to heel.
