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He put his mouth on the nape of her neck, then made his way down the tempting line of her spine. He removed that bra as he went, his hands trailing behind his mouth to graze her sides but not quite making it around to the particular temptation of those perfect breasts, now much larger than before. Not yet.
He found the small of her back and hooked his fingers in the lace he found high on her hips, then tugged it down as he bared the whole of her to his view.
Crouched there behind her, he turned her around so he could inhale the scent of her arousal. Sugar and heat. Then he indulged himself completely by licking his way directly into all of her soft, wet heat.
She jolted against him, making a shocked sort of sound that only made the greed in him worse. He was sure there was another lightning strike. He felt it go through her, and him.
Beneath his tongue, she quivered, but that was not enough. Not nearly enough.
Could anything be enough?something in him asked.
He wrapped one arm around her hips and pulled one of her legs over the width of his shoulder, opening her to him. Completely.
And then he devoured her.
She was sweet and he was savage. And the noises she made as she arched back, offering herself to him, pulsed in him like light. Like heat.
Like that greed he thought might never leave him.
He felt her convulse against his mouth, her body jerking as she sobbed out something incoherent that he thought might be his name.
And even as she shook, Balthazar was moving. He hauled her up into his arms again and then tumbled the both of them down into the embrace of that wide mattress.
She was still shaking, still making sobbing sounds, and for a moment he lost himself all over again in the slide of her flesh against his.
Skin to skin, head to toe, at last.
Balthazar felt as if he’d never had a woman before. As if he never would again. As if she was the beginning and the end of everything—and all he wanted to do was get closer.
Everything was heat and delight, a dark and encompassing glory.
All he wanted was that everything, even if it killed them both.
He rolled to his back and pulled her astride him. He watched, breathing hard already, as she braced herself against his chest, looking something like intoxicated when he knew she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol.
For that matter, neither had he—and that meant the spinning in his head was entirely due to Kendra.
He waited for her to shift herself into better position, to sheath him on a downward stroke he could almost feel already, but she didn’t.
It was as if she was trying to focus on him. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders like another lick of flame. Balthazar wanted to taste each individual freckle he could see in that sweet spray across her nose, and more across her shoulders.
She was busy breathing, so he held her for a moment. This woman who had come to him twice, both times at the bidding of men he despised. This woman he had taken from that cottage in France. This woman he had married and would call his wife, and who would be, no matter what else she was or became in time, the mother of his child.
For the first time, Balthazar let his gaze drop to her swollen belly, even more beautiful now that she wasn’t wearing clothes to conceal it.
His heart beat at him in a new way, then. More intense. More wild and dangerous.
A different kind of greed.
Balthazar slid his hands over her belly. He heard her breath catch, and though he ordered himself not to do it, he looked up and caught her gaze.
And for a moment he forgot who they were.
For moment he was nothing more and nothing less than a man holding the pregnant belly of a woman, both of them fully aware that the child they’d made was just there, just inside.
She sat astride him and a different kind of electricity moved between them. He could feel it. It was part of him, part of her. Not a lightning strike from elsewhere, but made from this. From the heat they sparked between them, and had from the moment she’d stepped into that gazebo.
He was unsurprised and something like furious and deeply glad all at once when she moved her hands to cover his.
