Page 136 of Wicked Bonds

Not that she needed his permission or his gentle coaxing.

Her body was nearly there without it, her thighs tensing from the onslaught of the orgasmic oblivion surrounding them and the power of his hips riding her own.

A deep tremble grew inside her, spreading to her limbs and touching her nerve endings, taunting her with electrifying zaps that made her body jolt with excitement.

“I want to hear you scream my name, Lee.” His teeth grazed her lower lip. “I want to watch you come, over and over and over again, and feel you squeeze my shaft. Then I’m going to empty myself inside you and begin again. All night. Here on the beach. Up in a room. Wherever you want to go. But I’m not stopping until you pass out on my cock.”

Her heart skipped a beat, his words the aphrodisiac she craved.

“Balthazar…” The name left her on a soft plea, her lungs burning as she forgot how to breathe.

The world began to shift around her, blinking in shades of black and white as a rapturous kiss skated down her spine to the space between her thighs.

Her mind blanked.

Her vision ceased to be.

And ecstasy swallowed her whole, turning her into a being of sensation and feeling and nothing else.

It rolled through her, capturing every neuron and invigorating her spirit.

Just to shoot her into the sky, to reach the stars, in a cataclysmic moment of complete and utter euphoria.

Every part of her shook, down to her very soul.

Hot. Intense. Explosive.Peace.

It rocked her senses, knocking her out of the world for a brief moment of time as Balthazar continued to pump into her, driving her onward and upward and prolonging her orgasm to impossible lengths.

But with him, anything was possible.

And he proved that by sending her cascading into a second orgasm that was almost as intense as the first and slaying her ability to concentrate on anything other than the sensations he evoked from her core.

He filled her so completely. So perfectly. So intensely.

This memory put the ones from Brazil to shame, setting the bar even higher and giving them a new level of fulfillment to reach.

Which Balthazar surely would strive to do.

And she’d welcome each and every challenge that followed.

His mouth covered hers, his tongue a demand that yanked her back to him as he began to pulsate inside her, his seed a hot brand she would own for eternity.

Because he belonged to her in a way no one else ever would.

Her half mate.

She sensed the bond now, that powerful pull that drew her to him as though tethered by an ethereal string. It was a deeply ingrained part of her that she’d never explored. But now that she knew it existed, she couldn’t let it go.

His groan of completion vibrated against her chest, his intensity radiating through every part of her being as he kissed her through his own climax.

Pleasure echoed around them, others coming undone at the same time as though compelled to follow Leela and Balthazar into erotic oblivion.

“Mist us,” he said, his voice a deeply sensual sound against her ear. “Mist us to a room so we can finish this properly.”

Alone, she interpreted.

He enjoyed playing around others, evoking orgies, and indulging in group sex. But he was done sharing her tonight. She could sense it in the way his body covered hers, the protective energy radiating from his spirit as he laid claim to her very soul.