Page 46 of Balthazar's Fire

Amazing? Balthazar liked the sound of her praise, reckoning he could listen to it every day for the rest of his life.

“I’m not done yet, pet.”

Lifting her into his arms, he placed her gently on the counter and narrowly avoided the crockery from her earlier breakfast.

“Balthazar!” she shrieked, clinging to his neck as she found herself offered as the latest delicacy.

“Hush,” he replied with a satisfied leer. He’d relished every second of his pleasure, but it was only fair that Cherie benefited from the same attention. “Lay back now. It’s time I had breakfast.”

“Sir?” she answered, bewilderment flashing in her eyes as she complied.

“I didn’t have any croissants, remember?” he jibed, tugging her toward the end of the counter where he stood waiting. “I’m famished.”

Falling to his knees, he was the perfect height to lap at her gorgeous pussy, and burying his face between her thighs, he devoured her hungrily.

“Oh, fuck, Balthazar,” she gasped, pressing her palms onto the counter as he tongued her swollen clitoris.

“Hey,” he growled, tipping her to one side and smacking her cheek as penance.

“Sorry,” she huffed. “But…”

Her words trailed away as Balthazar’s focus fell back to her intoxicating sex. If she hadn’t just milked every ounce of pleasure from his cock, he was certain it would be swelling as he kneeled on the kitchen tiles.

You’re going to come, pet.

The promise echoed in his mind as he splayed her thighs even wider, and dipped one, and then two fingers into her soaking pussy.

“Oh my God!” Her feet pressed into his shoulders as he ran his tongue around her excited nub.

“Don’t fight it, pet,” he growled, easing his digits in and out of her spasming sex as he glanced down the line of her body. Stretched out on his worktop, she was the very picture of sin. “I want you to call out my name as you splinter.”

Burying his face back between her legs, he noticed how, despite his recent gratification, his cock throbbed greedily for more of her. Drenched in the taste and scent of Cherie’s looming crescendo, Balthazar exulted in his goddess. If a man so immersed with pleasure had the ability to grin as he devoured her, then as his name echoed around the kitchen, Balthazar would surely have done so.

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Cherie

Snuggled against his chest, it took a while for Cherie to come to her senses. By the time she lifted her gaze to look around, she noticed that they were no longer in the kitchen, but that Balthazar had carried her back to the living room, where they’d nestled by the fire.

“Welcome back.”

She noticed the triumph laced in his voice, but didn’t dispute it. The one thing she could never deny Balthazar was how fucking good he was between the sheets, although ironically the bedroom was one of the few places he was yet to screw her.

“Thank you, sir.” Pressing her palm against his skin, she breathed in the scent of him. “I don’t remember coming here.”

“You were rather overwrought.”

She sensed he was doing his best not to sound smug.

“So, I brought us here to chill out.”

“That was amazing.” Straightening beside him, she smiled, grazing his jaw with a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he answered, mirroring her grin. “That was the sort of breakfast I’d happily consume every morning.”

Her head reeled at the prospect. The idea of having Balthazar between her thighs every morning left her lost for words.

“I’m glad you’ve come around though,” Balthazar went on. “Because Sebastian’s messaged and we do need to go out.”

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