Chapter 6 Balthazar #3
I climbed onto the bed, pressing my body against hers—naked, demanding, undeniable. My hands slid around her hips, gripping her firmly as I pulled her closer. My fingers raked down her curves, memorizing every inch, every rise and fall of her chest.
She arched into me, a silent plea for more. I smiled, pleased, and nuzzled against her neck, letting my lips explore the soft line of her throat. I kissed her there—gentle, then harder—until I reached the tender curve where her neck met her shoulder.
And then I bit.
Hard.
She gasped, her body going rigid beneath me. I clamped down, marking her, sucking until I tasted the coppery tang of her blood.
She didn’t move.
She whimpered—but she didn’t resist.
Good girl.
She was submitting. Completely. Willingly.
As I released my grip on her throat, she moaned—low and needy, the sound vibrating against my skin.
My mouth followed the path of her pulse, trailing fire along her neck, down her chest, worshipping every inch with my tongue.
Her skin was satin under my lips, her scent heady, intoxicating.
I could feel her trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but she didn’t pull away—she opened for me.
I slid lower, spreading her thighs wide, exposing her slick, swollen core.
My hands gripped her hips as I lowered my mouth and took my time—tongue flicking, lips sucking, slow strokes building unbearable tension.
I teased her clit until her legs shook, until she gasped and begged, writhing beneath me.
Then I sucked her hard—rhythmic, relentless, wet, and filthy.
She cried out, voice breaking, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm barreled through her. But before she could recover, I pulled away with a wicked grin and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Her eyes snapped open, dazed, desperate. “Where are you going?” she gasped, breathless and flushed.
“Wherever the fuck I want.” I stood at the foot of the bed, cock heavy and dripping, smirking as I watched her squirm.
“Don’t you want me?” she whispered. “Am I not pleasing enough?” Her arms moved to shield her body, shame creeping in where pleasure had reigned moments before.
“Don’t do that,” I ordered. “Don’t you ever hide from me.”
She hesitated, curling inward.
My voice dropped—deadly, possessive. “I said. Don’t.”
She froze.
“Lie down,” I ordered. “Let me see you.”
Slowly, obediently, she unfurled—body bare, flushed, glistening with desire. Her legs parted, hips tilted up in silent invitation. I wrapped my fist around my cock and stroked it slowly, watching her. Her pupils dilated, her breath hitched.
“I should come all over you right now,” I growled. “Paint your stomach. Mark your face. Claim every inch of you like the filthy little prize you are. But not yet.”
I climbed onto the bed, crawling toward her like a beast stalking its trembling prey.
Her eyes locked with mine—wide, wanting, terrified—and I pressed her down into the mattress with one firm hand.
My fingers closed around her throat again, not hard enough to harm…
just enough to remind her exactly who she belonged to.
“You like being ruined, don’t you?” I growled, grinding the thick length of my cock against her soaked folds, letting the swollen head tease her entrance without giving her what she craved. “You like how I use you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered, almost ashamed—and so fucking aroused.
“Good,” I murmured, brushing my lips over hers. “Because someday, I will take you away from this world. Rip you from everything and everyone. You’ll be mine entirely. My possession. My obsession. My ruin. Forever.”
She shivered beneath me, eyes glazed with hunger and submission.
I kissed her then—hard and consuming—tongue diving past her lips as I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She moaned against my mouth, already lost. Perfect.
I released the corner of the bedsheet, tore it free, and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, binding her to the headboard with practiced ease. The sight of her laid out like that—helpless, flushed, dripping—was fucking divine.
“Look at you,” I murmured, dragging my tongue along her neck. “Writhing for me. Dripping for me. Completely mine.”
I pressed my body against hers, grinding between her thighs, teasing her entrance with maddening rhythm. Her hips arched, desperate, chasing friction. I only smiled, taunting her with a cock she couldn’t yet have.
She was panting, whimpering, her eyes begging as her body begged louder.
Then, finally, I grasped myself and pressed the thick head to her soaked core. I pushed in—slow, controlled—stretching her around me.
She gasped, face contorting as her body strained to take me. She was tight, and the resistance made me groan low in my throat.
Her face tightened in a wince, and I grabbed her jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“Take me in, Alina,” I commanded, voice sharp and hungry. “All of me.”
She nodded—obedient, desperate.
I slid deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully buried inside her.
Fuck, she felt incredible—tight, wet, pulsing around me like her body was made to be filled by mine.
My fingertips trailed down her bound arms, down her breasts, tracing her curves with greedy devotion.
I found every sensitive spot, teasing her nipple with my thumb while driving into her in slow thrusts.
Her moans were addictive. Every sound she made fed the fire inside me.
“I’m on fire for you,” she gasped, voice cracked and needy. “Fuck me deeper.”
“Good girl,” I growled.
I grabbed her hips and picked up the pace, thrusting harder now, letting the sound of our bodies slapping together fill the room. She cried out, her bound wrists pulling at the sheets, her back arching as I fucked her with relentless purpose.
But just when her breath hitched—just when her body started to tremble, on the edge of release—I pulled out.
Her scream of frustration tore through the air. “Balthazar!” she cried. “You’re torturing me! Get back inside me!”
I smirked, my fingers brushing her nipples in lazy circles. “Not yet.”
She let out a desperate, primal groan. Her thighs clenched. Her eyes burned.
“Take me, Balthazar,” she begged. “Fuck me. Please.”
Her voice—ragged, raw, soaked in need—was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
And I wasn’t finished breaking her yet.
“Who do you belong to?” I murmured, my lips hovering just above hers—so close, she could feel the heat of my breath against her parted mouth.
“I belong to you,” she whispered.
“Say it again,” I demanded as I exhaled against her lips.
“I’m yours, Balthazar,” she moaned. “Yours… yours… only yours.”
A wicked grin carved across my face. I grabbed my cock and slammed into her again, deep and hard, making her cry out as her bound body writhed beneath mine.
I fucked her mercilessly, unrelentingly, using her as she begged for it—driving her closer and closer to the edge with every brutal thrust. Her cries filled the room, breathless and soaked with raw need.
She shattered beneath me, screaming my name as her climax took her—violent, unrestrained, divine. Her body convulsed around my cock, and I let go, groaning through clenched teeth as I emptied myself inside her.
Spent, I collapsed over her, our slick bodies tangled in sweat and shadow. I reached up to untie her wrists, and the moment she was free, her fingers raked down my back, nails biting into my flesh.
I laughed darkly. “So, my submissive little kitten still has claws.” I leaned in, nipping at her ear. “Good. I can work with that.”
My hand slid between her legs, fingers slipping into the wet heat of her ruined core. She gasped, body twitching.
“Don’t start another fire if you aren’t ready to burn again,” I growled.
“Who says I’m not ready?” she purred, eyes gleaming with dangerous promise.
“Oh, you wicked little vixen,” I snarled, already hardening again.
This time, I didn’t wait.
I rolled her beneath me and fucked her hard—no tenderness, just raw, reckless need.
My thrusts were fast, slamming into her, our skin slapping, the room thick with the sounds of sex and moaning.
She was so sensitive that she came the moment I entered her, crying out, her nails scoring my back again.
I roared my release, hips jerking as I pumped into her, hot and rough, giving her everything, no holding back, no restraint.
When I was finally spent, we collapsed together in the glowing silence, soaked in sweat, cum, and satisfaction. The world outside didn’t exist. All that mattered was her body curled against mine, her scent on my skin, her heartbeat slowing beneath my hand.
I inhaled deeply, letting her sweet, sinful essence fill my lungs. There was something inside her… something ancient. Something dark.
I could feel it now.
My energy slithered into her easily, like smoke curling into a vessel waiting to be filled. Her veins pulsed beneath my touch, tinged with shadows—shadows I recognized.
A legacy left by Mathias.
She didn’t know what she carried inside her.
But I did.
I traced her pulse with my thumb and leaned in, whispering into the shell of her ear with a voice thick as honey and laced with malice.
“I can feel it, Alina,” I said, eyes gleaming. “The darkness inside you. You’re not afraid of it. You want it. You ache to unleash it.”
I dragged my tongue along her neck, tasting the heat rising off her skin.
Then I inhaled again, long and deep, savoring the invisible perfume of her power.
Alina shook her head, her long hair spilling across the silken sheets like shadows in motion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, but you do,” I murmured. “Don’t deny it. I saw what you did to your parents—how you slipped poison into their cups with a calm smile. And what you did to the stable boy.”
She froze, her breath caught in her throat, lips parted in silent horror. I watched the truth flicker in her eyes before she looked away.
“Don’t fear your darkness, Alina,” I said, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Don’t be ashamed of your villainy. It’s beautiful. It’s powerful. And your secret… is safe with me.”
Inside, I smiled.
Because I would feed it, nurture it. Fan the quiet embers of her cruelty until it burned so brightly it consumed everything soft within her. She would be reborn—not in shame, but in power.
And I would be there to guide her.
In the distance, a long, mournful, otherworldly howl split the night air.
It echoed through the stillness like a prophecy, and my skin prickled with delight.
Something stirred deep inside me—a thrum of familiar energy.
The source was clear—her darkness intertwining with mine, awakening something ancient and primal.
She didn’t yet know what she carried in her blood.
But I did.
I laughed softly, fingers trailing over her bare skin as I coaxed her deeper into shadow. Her energy responded, pulsing against mine in a perfect rhythm. Together, we were dangerous. Together, we were divine.
The howling stopped.
Silence fell like velvet.
We lay there in the dark, still and tangled, our energies threaded through each other. The room hummed with something unseen—something forbidden and utterly intoxicating.
And when I was finally sated—when her pulse slowed and her lips curved into a soft, sinful smile—I summoned my energy, let it ripple through the air, and vanished into shadow.
I left her in peace. Naked. Marked. Content.
I had found what I’d been searching for all along—that exquisite blend of intimacy and ruin, the dark pleasure shared between two souls too twisted for the light.
And I would never let it go.
Unless, of course, I decided to kill her.
Time would tell.
And I had all the time in the world.