"Caelestis," Eleanore says, breathless from his kiss.
"Yes, my love?" He looks up from her neck, where he'd been kissing her without pause, so much so that she'd started shivering beneath him, her skin prickling with every graze of his lips.
He tightens his grip on her hands, lacing his fingers through hers as he studies her flushed face. "Do you not like it?"
Eleanore shakes her head and swallows before she speaks. "No, it's not that— it's just—"
Caelestis smiles, the silver moonlight catching on his lips like it had been carved there just for this moment. "I'm very good in bed, aren't I?"
She looks at him for a moment, then nods, and he immediately claims her mouth, kissing her hungrily. His tongue seeks entrance, tangling with hers until she's completely out of breath. He pulls away, and Eleanore gasps as his mouth trails down her neck, finding the sweet spot where her shoulder meets her throat.
"Hmm!" She moans, breathy.
