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“Don’t worry.” He smirked as he leaned to kiss her. “I can help you with that.”

Chapter Sixteen

Balthazar

“Yes, please, sir.” She reached for his freed cock and ran her hands along his shaft, ensuring she met his eyes before she spoke again. “I’m terribly turned on.”

“You are so naughty,” he chastised playfully, catching her wrist and spinning her around to face the counter again. “But I adore you for it.” Spooning her, his cock snuggled between her aching ass cheeks, as he guided her hands back to the counter. Placing them on the worktop, he whispered into her right ear. “Stay right there.”

“Sir?”

Her eyes widened as he strode around the counter to the farthest drawer. Opening it, Balthazar found a collection of condoms for emergency use, and based on how engorged his dick was after Cherie’s spanking, this was definitely an emergency.

“Wait,” he instructed, fishing out a condom and ripping the packaging open with his teeth.

“You keep condoms in the kitchen?” One slim eyebrow rose as he raced back to her and rolled the sheath in place.

“Yes, pet.” He smacked her ass, reveling in the way the impact rippled across her gorgeous skin. “And I’d avoid that sassy expression unless you want another ten swats.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped, laughing as he settled back between her thighs. “No more now, please.”

“Do you still want this?” Grabbing her hair, he eased her attention his way as his feet nudged her left ankle wider.

“Yes,” she breathed, her pupils dilated as she met his gaze. “Yes, please.”

That was all Balthazar needed to hear. Burying himself in her slick channel, he groaned as he filled her balls deep. He’d been happy to cater to her needs and guide her when it came to pushing boundaries, but as her cunt contracted around his shaft, all he could think was how damn perfect she was.

Cherie, this woman he hardly knew, had woken a part of his dragon that Balthazar barely recognized. When Monroe had taken her, the beast inside Balthazar had roared for revenge, and its cries had only been dampened by the gratifying sexual hedonism he and Cherie had created since.

He couldn’t put his finger on what it was explicitly, or why exactly she captivated him the way she did, but easing from her pussy and slamming back inside, he knew without question that Cherie had become the center of his entire world.

He would dominate and devour her, but once the flames of their passion had been satiated, he knew his dragon would need more. In the end, he would need to finish Monroe.

“Oh my!” Gasping for air, she pushed back against him as he fisted her hair tighter.

“You’re magnificent,” he told her, leaning forward to graze her temple with his lips. “So fucking good.”

“Balthazar,” she whimpered, her fingers paling as she grasped the edge of the counter for dear life. “Please.”

“More?” he barked, pumping himself in and out of her sweet pussy. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” Her response was emphatic as releasing her hair, he gripped her hips and picked up his pace. “Yes, please, Sir.”

Pressing her against the counter, he thrust deeper, pinning her in place as they groaned in unison.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” he gasped.

His brow furrowed at the disappointing thought. Balthazar longed to make it last hours for her, to consume every inch of her until whenever she sat down she thought only of her dragon, but his excitement was proving difficult to contain, and much more stimulation would see him soar.

“I don’t care,” she replied, twisting around to see his face. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to,” he confirmed, reveling in her heat as his climax approached. “I’m never going to stop, pet.”

Every sinew in his body stiffened as the wave overcame him, his lips parting as her sex pushed him over the precipice and he freefell into ecstasy.

“Fuck, Cherie,” he just managed as he caught his weight against the counter. His orgasm was enormously intense and the last thing he wanted to do was inadvertently hurt her in his throes of passion.

“Sir.” Wiggling free of him, she turned and reached for his hair. Running her elegant fingers through the strands she caught her breath. “You’re amazing.”