Page 196 of Wicked Bonds
“More than ready,” she replied, her stomach clenching hard from having to remain still for him.
“No, sweetheart.” He nipped her hip bone. “I want to make you fly. Go ethereal. See those beautiful purple wings.”
Her heart skipped a beat at the desire in his tone. So dark and sensual. “Do you want to fuck in the sky?”
“Only after I make you come so hard you see stars, vixen. Make you lose your mind and grip on reality. Then I’ll take you so hard that you’ll have no choice but to fly.”
Her nipples hardened to painful points, her body so incredibly primed that she felt as though she could cry.
But he continued his sensual assault, driving her that much farther to the brink of her sanity, threatening to do exactly what he’d declared.
She vibrated, her veins humming with liquid fire. “Balthazar.” She’d never felt so teased in her entire existence, not even with their previous embraces.
Their playtime with the syrup paled in comparison to this. They’d been taking the edge off and preparing for the morning ahead.
Now Balthazar was ensuring she knew whom her soul had claimed, who had possessed her in kind, whom she was bound to for eternity.
And she didn’t mind in the least.
Her body rejoiced in his presence, her spirit dancing in astounding relief.
Because this male was hers.
And she was his.
They were bonded forever.
By blood.
Bound to live a full life of enjoyment and love.
He kissed her then, his own mind and heart radiating the same excitement, a fact he underlined with a stroke of his tongue against hers.
Her legs spread wide as he pulled her to the edge of the counter and slid inside her.
It wasn’t what she’d expected, his mouth against her flesh what she’d anticipated to feel, but it was his cock filling her to completion that he gave her instead while his mouth devoured her own.
She groaned, the sound a vibration through her torso that met the growl growing in his chest.
A combination of passion.
A frenzy of need and resounding pleasure.
Her hips lifted to meet his as she wrapped her legs around him.
Her arms encircled his neck.
And he lifted her until she was upright, their bodies flush against each other as he drove deep into her waiting heat.
“B,” she whispered, lost to him.
“Fly for me,” he replied, his lower body hitting her in such a way that she had no choice but to comply.
She screamed, coming undone for him as she crossed the brink of insanity, losing her mind just as he’d asked.
He continued to move inside her, drawing out the spasms, ensuring she climbed up to tumble down a second time within minutes.
It was an act of perfection.
