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He felt himself growl, like the beast only she brought out in him, and then he simply slammed himself home.
She arched up against him and he gripped her hips, because she felt so good. She was impossibly tight and hot around him, and for a heady beat or two of his heart he thought he might finish there and then.
Surely not.
Balthazar braced himself against the desk, fighting for control. And as he did, he became aware that she was breathing rapidly. Her chest was moving, and there was a deep red flush all over her neck.
“Show me your face,” he ordered her.
He felt her clench down hard, internally, and swore as that tight grip nearly threw him over the edge. She moved her hips almost tentatively and held her arms in place, tighter, for a few more moments before she let her arms fall.
Her face looked even more flushed than her neck, her eyes so bright it made him freeze. Almost as if she was on the verge of tears—but that made no sense.
“I don’t understand why we’re stopping,” she threw at him. Reminding him that this was a fight, and no matter if there was a strange note in her voice as she spoke. He could see the echo of it reflected in her too-bright gaze, burning like the sweet, hot center of an open fire. “This is what you wanted, surely. Do it.”
A kind of alarm rang in him at that, but she made a greedy sort of sound and then locked her ankles in the small of his back.
And then, her eyes fastened fiercely to his, she began to move her hips.
It was crude and inelegant and, oddly, the most erotic thing he could ever recall happening to him.
There was something about the determination on her flushed face. The way she moved, taking all of him, then retreating, over and over, her teeth almost bared as if she was determined to get this right.
He’d expected practiced moves, soft laughter.
What he got instead was...this fierce attack of pleasure that should have put him off.
Balthazar thought it might be the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
And it felt like magic.
He slid his hands beneath her and lifted her up, gripping the soft curves of her bottom and holding her before him so he could take control.
He started slow, matching her deliberateness. Her intensity.
Stroke after stroke, deep and hard, so there could be no mistake about who he was. Who she was. What was happening here.
And something extraordinary happened as he kept going, communicating the truth of things the only way he could. That sheen of ferocity seemed to mellow, as if the heat between them was doing the same work in her as it was in him. The sharpness in her gaze became something else, something molten.
He kept on, maintaining a deliberate rhythm even as he watched a different kind of heat wash over her.
And when she stiffened again, her head fell back in that same beautiful surrender he recalled years ago.
Once again, Kendra cried out heedlessly as she shattered all around him.
He wanted more. He wanted everything. Hewanted.
Balthazar dropped down and set his mouth against her neck. His hips pounded into her, faster and faster. He reached between them and found the proud center of her need, then worked it with his fingers as he finally, greedily, cast off what few chains of control remained.
And let himself go wild.
This time, when she screamed she bucked against him, hurtling straight off that edge and taking him with her.
But the noise he made felt torn from deep inside him as he followed her over.
Ruined,that voice in him whispered.
And Balthazar could do nothing about it. He was...broken into pieces, sprawled over her without breath.
