She licked her lips, hungry all over again.
“My turn for breakfast,” Balthazar murmured, leaning forward to take her nipple in his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair, arching into him and loving the way he swirled his tongue against her skin.
But he caught her wrists in his hands in the next moment, pushing them above her head while saying, “No moving.”
This was the sort of domination she enjoyed, something he knew and obviously liked, too.
Wickedness danced in his gaze as he pulled away from her to pick up his plate. He set it on her stomach, ensuring she really couldn’t move or the breakfast would slide off of her.
His fork sliced through the deliciousness, taking some of the pancake to his mouth. His throat hypnotized her. She wanted to trace the masculine lines with her mouth, feel him swallow against her tongue.
He distracted her focus by drawing the tip of his fork along her mound and down to skim her damp folds.
The sharp quality of the metallic ends provided just enough of a threat to still her breath, yet her heart hammered with expectation.
Balthazar didn’t penetrate her; he barely even stroked her, then he took another bite.
She shivered, the erotic nature of his movements holding her captive beneath him.
More teasing strokes, some harder than others, some more intimate as he ensured her arousal touched the metal, then light pets, followed by dark promises from his mind.
He praised her for staying still.
He thanked her for making his food that much sweeter.
He considered making her orgasm from the fork alone.
All of it together left her panting on the counter, her body still frozen beneath his command and the plate on her abdomen. It drew out the anticipation of the moment, leaving her so damn hot she thought she might melt.
As he finished his final bite, she groaned, her body so primed and ready for whatever came next that she couldn’t contain her need for another second.
He gently removed the plate, depositing it in the sink with a softtink.
She didn’t move, knowing he wanted her absolute submission.
Time seemed to freeze, her desire reaching a peak so near orgasm that her insides shuddered. Balthazar didn’t touch her, but she felt his eyes on her, stroking every inch, evaluating his next move.
Part of her wanted to take him to the sky, to slide his cock inside her and ride him to the heavens.
But a deeper part of her wanted to remain here, slip into his arms, and indulge in the growing emotion between them.
Their bond had fully settled into place, their souls forever intertwined, and that needed to be celebrated. Embraced. Adored.Worshipped.
Balthazar’s lips caressed the inside of her knee, the rest of him not touching her yet. Just his mouth and tongue, teasing her skin and stirring a series of goose bumps along her flesh.
She moaned, needing more.
But she knew him well.
She knew he would take his time, licking and nipping every part of her until he decided she was ready for more.
Leela allowed it, falling into his knowing touch, his mouth an alluring stroke against her skin, his tongue a familiar caress, and his teeth a teasing bite.
“B,” she moaned, her climax so close without him even touching her where she desired. He left her breasts alone, as well as the sensitive space between her thighs.
Instead, he focused on every other point of her body, exploring zones few males knew existed, driving her to the brink of madness.
“Mmm, you’re almost ready,” he whispered, his tongue tracing the crease of her thigh up to her hip.
