Page 74 of Wicked Bonds

His leg only barely brushed the inside of her thighs, providing a tease without completion.

She wanted to kill him.

She wanted to fuck him.

She wanted to grab him, pull down those sweatpants, and free the rock-hard cock beneath. Because she knew it was there. She had seen the outline of it earlier.

But now she wanted to ride it.

To push him to his back, straddle his hips, and seat him deep inside her.

She could picture it perfectly, remember the way he’d felt, how powerful his thrusts had been, how perfectly they’dfit.

His mouth switched breasts, a sense of increasing urgency throbbing between them because he could hear her thoughts, feel her desire, sense the intrinsic need boiling inside her lower abdomen.

All because of him.

And his teasing.

And these months apart.

Oh, how she’d missed him.

He resembled a forbidden yearning, one she shouldn’t indulge yet was helpless to stop. Because he understood her in a way no one else ever had.My true equal, she decided. At least in the bedroom. Perhaps out of it. Perhaps in life itself.

Her nails bit into the metal pole, spiking pain down her arms. But she ignored it in favor of his tongue on her flesh.

Then he began to move downward, the teasing giving way to the final act.

This was what so many men failed to grasp. It wasn’t just about the clit but also about every other part of a woman’s body. The mouth and tongue could elicit so much enjoyment if just the right amount of time were applied.

And Balthazar certainly knew that.

His lips worshipped her, just as he’d promised, drawing out every inkling of sensual gratification before gradually slipping down to the crevice between her thighs.

It was perfectly executed and done with the sole intention of this very moment… where his tonguefinallystroked her damp skin. Deeply. Thoroughly. Penetrating her entrance before drawing up to that sensitive spot that would send her to the stars.

Her abdomen clenched in anticipation, her thighs straining to contain the blossoming bliss within.

And then he was there, taking her clit between his lips and sucking her so profoundly that she couldn’t resist the fall.

Down. Down. Down.

Swirling.

Dying.

Drowning in an oblivion of overwhelming sensation.

She didn’t try to breathe. She didn’t try to resurface. She let him take her deeper, knowing that pure ecstasy waited for her at the bottom.

His fingers slid inside her, stoking that place few men could ever properly find, causing her to shoot out of the deep waves and into the heavens above.

It was a rolling climax that she never wanted to end, escalating with each passing second until blackness coated her vision. Her throat was raw from screaming. Her mind utterly vacant apart from the euphoria rocking through her replete form.

But he wasn’t done.

He kept licking and nibbling, drawing out more and more and more.