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“I…” Once more her words dried up before she could make her point. “I need you, please.”
He chuckled at her desperation, relishing the magnificent squirming woman sprawled before him. He’d never longed for anyone the way he wanted her, but Balthazar was determined to take his time, to relish every moment and savor her. He would soothe whatever hurt Monroe had caused and give her an evening to remember.
“You shall have me,” he confirmed, lowering against the rug as he contemplated the delicacy that awaited him. “But only after I’ve explored you with my tongue. I’m going to see how much attention you can handle, and after you’re soaking with need, then I’ll let you beg me to fuck you.”
Chapter Nine
Cherie
“Oh, fuck!”
Feet pressed into the rug, Cherie pushed herself against Balthazar’s face. With her head flung back and her eyes mostly closed, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but she knew she wanted more of it. A lot more.
“Language!”
His hot breath chastised as it tickled her sensitive flesh, and a moment later his palm replaced his mouth, swatting her sex with one hard strike.
“Owww!” she howled, her hips bucking against the impact, but in truth, Cherie welcomed the pain, the sting only fueling her fire now that Balthazar had primed her so well with pleasure.
She didn’t know how long he’d been worshipping her like this for, or how much more she could take before she toppled. She only knew each lap of his tongue was paradise, lifting her ever closer to the most wonderful climax, if only he would keep going. Time was a meaningless measure as she lay stretched out by the fire, the crackling embers of the logs only a vague distraction as he devoured her. Over and over his tongue goaded, nudging her closer to ecstasy, and every time she neared the brink, Balthazar slowed, allowing the thrum of hedonism to ease before resuming once again. Struggling against the binds created by his tie, she was caught in the frenzy of contradiction. She wanted to come fast and hard, yet she didn’t want Balthazar to ever stop, she longed to be free from the fetters, but never wanted the wonderful restriction to end, and as the paradoxes weighed heavier in her head, his tongue lifted her higher and ever closer to nirvana.
“You are gorgeous,” he growled from between her legs, pausing again just as she feared he would. “So fucking tasty.”
“Oh, God!” she groaned, frantic for her orgasm. She’d never known an urgency like it. One moment he had her on the verge of splintering, while the next he wanted to whisper soft words to her instead. It was as frustrating as hell, but she had to hand it to him, he was driving her crazy with passion.
How was Balthazar able to play her body so well? It was as though he’d known her for months, but this was the first time she’d ever had the pleasure of his company.
“Please, sir.” She was content to beg regardless, knowing he had her just where he wanted her. “Please let me come.”
“Mmmm.” His chuckle reverberated from between her thighs. “I’m thinking about it, beautiful.”
“P-please!”
What else could she say? She was so close, yet every time, he skillfully held her back, hovering her over the brink for his own amusement. Hell, Cherie might have been infuriated with his calm control had she not been so damn desperate for release.
“Okay, okay,” He rose over her like a dark god, wiping her pleasure away from his chin with the heel of his hand. “I’m going to take pity on you, Cherie, don’t worry.” His smile was the very epitome of sin. “But not this way.”
Not this way—what does that mean?
“If you’re going to come, you’re going to be riding my cock.” Devils danced in his dark eyes as he went on. “I want to feel your orgasm.”
Fuck.
No man had ever made the prospect of intercourse sound so appealing before.
“Remember what I told you?” A maddening smirk lit up his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. She followed the silver package with her gaze, wondering how long it had been stored there, just waiting for the opportunity for sex.
“Sir?” Rolling her hips forward, her pulsing clit pleaded silently for more of his attention.
“If you want me.” Leaning forward, his mouth skimmed over hers. Reaching for his lips with her bound hands, she kissed his skin, breathing in the scent of her own arousal still smeared across his face. “You’re going to beg for my cock, beautiful.”
Her toes curled at the ignominy of his suggestion, and yet she already knew that she’d comply. Just as she’d obeyed when he told her to strip, or to kneel—Cherie wanted this—wanted Balthazar to take her over and help her forget the wasteland that had become her life.
“Balthazar, please.” Cherie scarcely recognized her own needy tone. “I need you. I need to come so much. Please can I have your cock?”
She’d never so much as begged anyone for sex before she’d met Balthazar, and yet imploring him for pleasure turned out to be much easier than she’d imagined.
“You are fucking amazing,” he muttered, reaching down and easing her upright. “It’ll be both of our pleasure for you to ride my cock.”