Page 62 of Wicked Bonds

He pushed on her thighs, forcing her to spread even more for him.

“Mmm, and your flexibility adds even more ideas to the list, Lee.”

“I can fly, too,” she told him, her voice a sultry purr that she didn’t bother to disguise. “Something I know your former lovers couldn’t do.”

He paused, his brown irises glittering with excitement. “Can you fuck while ethereal?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he replied, his tone deepening with sexual intent. “We’ll be exploring that, too.”

“We’re going to be busy for decades if you keep adding to your list,” she warned.

“You’ll not hear a complaint from me, little vixen.” He lifted her leg to lick the back of her thigh, causing tingles to shoot down her legs to her already throbbing core. “I’m going to taste every inch of you. Fuck you every way. Make you scream my name on repeat. But only after you crawl.”

“A few licks won’t make me beg.”

“I know,” he whispered, a smile underscoring his hushed tone. “This is just an introduction to how I prefer to wake a woman up while in my bed.”

“My bed,” she corrected.

“Is it?” he asked. “Because I think we both know I could easily own you in it.”

“A promise you’ll have to make good on.”

“Yes,” he agreed with a tender nibble to her thigh. “After you crawl.” He released her leg to switch to the other, his mouth even hotter against her dampening skin.

He was driving her senses wild, taunting her in a manner that forced her focus to remain solely on him. Nowhere else. No one else. Only Balthazar and his beautiful tongue.

Fuck, she wanted him between her thighs.

Licking her slit.

Her clit.

Her insides.

Everything.

She’d experienced it too few times in Brazil and craved so much more now.

These months apart had felt like a dark game of delayed gratification. He’d unknowingly taunted her by bedding others and driving her mad in her dreams.

She’d wanted to join.

To explore.

To indulge.

Toplay.

She’d been dying to mist in and take over, to give him a show he wouldn’t soon forget. But she’d been forced to watch from afar, and now that she was beneath him, there wasn’t any other place she’d rather—

A buzzing flared across her senses, causing her eyes to widen.No. That’s impossible.She sat upright, her focus falling to the clock. They’d gone to bed maybe around six or seven in the evening. It was now about the same time in the morning, confirming she’d slept for a while—twelve or so hours, to be precise.

Which meant they’d only been in Melbourne maybe fifteen hours total, sixteen at best.

And it should have taken the Seraphim closer to a week to find them.