Page 139 of Wicked Bonds
He repeated the action on her other breast, his tongue soothing the ache before he continued downward along her ribs to her hip. His tongue traced the bone there, causing goose bumps to scatter along her skin.
“I love how your body talks to me, Lee,” he told her, his nose skimming her lower belly as his lips neared the smooth skin of her mound. “Do you always shave?” he asked, a memory of groomed hairs taunting the vestiges of his mind. “Or do you change your grooming habits?”
“I do whatever matches my mood,” she murmured, her voice a throaty purr. “Lately, I’ve preferred hairless. But I do whatever is in fashion. Why? Do you have a preference?”
“Whatever makes you comfortable,” he replied, meaning it. He didn’t shave, just kept himself groomed because he preferred it that way. “Comfort inspires confidence.”
And confidence was sexy on a woman.
As Leela demonstrated beautifully before him with her seductive smile and knowing gaze. She resembled a goddess in this bed, her sensual charisma a beacon that called to his inner deviant.
Everything about her enchanted him.
Her mind.
Her prowess.
Her long legs.
Her flawless skin, as pale as porcelain and so incredibly soft.
Her full lips.
That sinful tongue.
That come-hither gleam in her multicolored irises.
The sweet aroma of her arousal.
He wanted to devour her. Worship her. Re-create all their lost memories. Make new ones. Explore every potential position and fuck all over the world while evoking erotic scenes in their wake.
A perfect life. A whirlwind romance. An exotic journey around the globe.
“Where’s my reward?” she asked huskily. “I swallowed, didn’t I?”
“Vixen,” he murmured, amused by her attempt to top from the bottom. They both knew she preferred his domination. Not rough or sadistic kink. Just a hint of power and strength.
Which he gave her now as he palmed her thighs and forced her to spread wider.
So flexible and limber.Something he already knew but the knowledge of it intrigued him all over again. Because it added even more position ideas for them to try.
His list would last a century.
Likely more.
Some of the activities required more players. But most of his ideas were just for Leela.
A new train of thought, as he didn’t usually indulge the notion of limiting his experiences to just him and one other person.
However, he rather liked the notion of keeping Leela to himself, because it served as a challenge. Being her only lover meant he had to be good enough for a goddess.
Which meant he had to sexually satisfy her at every turn to maintain her interest.
No mistakes. No laziness. No distractions.
A stimulating situation meant to test Balthazar’s sensual prowess.
Would he be enough for her?
