Page 141 of Wicked Bonds
If he bit her now, would he find out? Would he begin to remember? Would it dismantle all the mental blocks in his mind?
But a blood bond required faithfulness. He would never desire another.
Was that worth the cost of his memories? Would it matter if he had Leela?
Do I love her?He felt as though he could. She was his equal in every way. What wasn’t there to love? But only her? Did he have that in him?
“Balthazar,” she moaned, her grip tightening in his hair as she demanded he let her fall into oblivion. “Please…”
His lips curled against her flesh. “You would absolutely crawl for me right now, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she admitted on a hiss, her mind rioting at the thought of having to move. But her legs started to shift as though she wanted to demonstrate her willingness to do whatever he asked.
He pressed his palm to her belly, holding her to the bed. “I don’t want you on your knees, Lee. I want your pleasure in my mouth instead.” Which he proceeded to demonstrate as he sealed his lips around her clit again.
His tongue circled the tender nub, his fingers working her into oblivion as his gaze lifted to hold hers.
Pools of green and blue stared back at him, her irises constantly shifting colors. Sometimes green while lost to passion. Sometimes blue. Or a mixture of both, as they were right now. He wondered what it all meant, if she had a preferred color or if that changing blend of blue green was just her.
“I want you inside me,” Leela whispered. “I want you to feel me coming around you. Please, B. I need—”
He nipped her sensitive flesh, drawing a scream from her that distracted her long enough for him to move and settle between her thighs. Then he slid home in a single thrust that had her arching up into him on a hiss of pleasure-induced pain.
And their bodies began to move in a frantic dance.
He didn’t hold back, giving her everything he had with the pistoning of his hips, his movements ensuring he rubbed her clit with each thrust.
She mewled in response, her core tightening around him as she teetered on the rapturous cliff between orgasm and anticipation. Her nails dug into his nape, her opposite hand against his back as their mouths fused together on a kiss that would slay a normal person.
All heat and need and erotic grace.
Balthazar grabbed her hip, angling her just right, his other palm against her cheek as their tongues whispered secrets to one another about their shared past.
It was intense, beautiful, and intoxicating. He nearly forgot everything else in that moment, Leela being the sole focus of his thoughts.
Her power hummed through him, that sensual energy pulling on his essence to demand they fall into oblivion together. Joined. Their souls bonding in a manner unlike any other.
Their kiss slowed, the tenderness radiating between them as his hips matched the pace of their mouths.
Not gentle, just thorough. Powerful. Languid.Making love.
A tremor skated down his spine, leaving him bewildered above her, yet he feltfull. Overwhelmed. Drunk.Pleased.
Her nails scraped up into his hair, drawing him back to her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her lower body up to meet his in a slow-motion roll that sent a quiver through his entire being.
The climax built so slowly, so impactfully, that he forgot how to breathe.
She became his lifeline, her mouth his only connection to air and oxygen in this world as they both came undone in tandem with each other.
Pure, unadulterated bliss pulsed through them, marrying their bodies in an ageless passion that surpassed time and existence.
It stole his vision, cascading him in a sea of dark rapture that quaked through his limbs and torso, draining his essence into her body, into the slick crevice between her thighs, into her very soul.
Her tongue stroked his, serving as a lifeline that kept him bound to reality. Or maybe it was the other way around because he could sense the same experience in her mind, that loss of all concept of existence within her thoughts.
They kissed through the passionate cloud, their bodies connected below and moving at a gradual pace that prolonged this insanity.
Until the world finally began to form around them once more.
