Page 48 of Balthazar's Fire

“No, sir.”

Though she’d wondered many times what the intimate act would be like, Cherie had never found anyone she trusted enough to enact it.

“Well, well, well.” The puzzlement in his eyes faded into salacious intent.

“Wh-what does that mean?” she asked, conscious of the way her heart skipped a beat at his menacing chuckle.

“It means, you’d better hurry up and get dressed.” Balthazar signaled to her bag. “My brother will be waiting.”

“Oh, right.” Unzipping the pack, she searched around the bag for a fresh pair of leggings and a top before finding her underwear. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to come with you?”

“It’s always okay for you to come with me.”

She leapt at the volume of his voice, shocked to see he’d somehow crossed the floor and was perched right beside her.

I didn’t even hear him move, let alone see him!

“How did you do that?”

Eye to eye with him, she considered kissing his tempting mouth, contemplating what the penalty for delaying him would be. Did she want another commanding kiss, or, as her instinct suspected, was she rather more drawn to the prospect of having his impressive cock pummeling her virgin hole? Her breath quickened as she imagined how that might be.

“How did I do what?” Lifting a hand to her face, he brushed his fingertips over her heated cheeks. “What are you thinking about, pet? You’re blushing even harder now.”

“You moved so fast.” Cherie skillfully avoided the mention of her mortified shame. “I didn’t see you until you were right with me.”

“That’s how it will always be.” His eyes glimmered with whatever devilish plan he was concocting. “Whether you see me or not, I’ll always be there, pet.”

“That sounds good.”

Did they really have to go out at all? Couldn’t they just stay there and fuck for the rest of the day?

“You didn’t answer my question.” His tone was knowing. “What are you thinking about?”

Playing with the lace of her bra, she felt her face flaming under the scrutiny of his gaze. “The punishment you were talking about.” She glanced down at her beading nipples, painfully aware of how aroused he made her.

“Me fucking your sweet ass?” he clarified with his usual sinful smile.

“The very same, sir.”

“It doesn’t have to be a punishment,” he told her, grazing his lips over her mouth. “I’ve already tasted how good it is. If you’re game, I’d love to claim it as mine.”

Claim it? Her muscles all clenched at his choice of words. She fucking loved the way he made it sound.

“Will it hurt?” she gasped between his kisses.

“No, little pet.” His laughter deepened. “Not the way I do it, but if…” Pausing, he let the word hang in the air between them.

“If what?” she demanded.

“If I was to punish you with anal sex,” he continued. “Then that would be a different story, Cherie.”

Chapter Seventeen

Balthazar

“Balthazar?” Sebastian sighed. “About bloody time. I’ve been waiting for you to get back to me.”

“Yeah, I got a little waylaid.”