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*BALTHAZAR'S POV*

And let's say that nothing and no one can stop me.

We're already reaching the double doors at the far end of the room, when she tugs on my arm, and still, I continue until...

"Wait, is that my brother?!"

Those words do freeze my steps, and I slowly turn around, already expecting the icy glare of one of those many cockblockers.

Only to find the same two blue eyes gaping at two chicks in the lounge area on the right, and it takes me a few seconds to spot a halo and a brown mop of hair from the 'angel' sitting on the couch behind them.

"What is Tannen doing here?!"

"I think the question is who he's doing." I chuckle, although the rasp that comes out of my chest sounds a lot like a sigh of relief, as it's clear he's too busy with the two women on his lap to have noticed us. Thanks Hell.

"Don't worry. He comes here sometimes—in every meaning of the word."

"He comes here?" she repeats, my pun not helping her relax. On the contrary, her features are tensing even more as she squints her eyes. "What? You know him?"

"Not personally. I don't mix with that kind of people, but I know he visits Vegas clubs often. Everyone knows it." Except his dear little sister apparently.

"You mean Tannen Claus? The one who will take over my dad, the charming son, the first one to support him when he forbade me to go out tonight?"

"Um, yeah, there's only—Wait, so the rumors are true? He's the chosen one to take over? I understand why your father is getting white hair!" I chortle, clapping at the irony, and this time, Marie-Noel laughs with me, though it isn't out of humor.

"Yes, and you wanna know what's funnier? The nutcracker lectured me with a beautiful speech about how dangerous the world could be for a girl like me and how men weren't gentlemen. And on my Christmas tree, I've said I wanted to go to New York, while he comes here! It's Rudolph nose mocking holly, isn't it?"

Okay, she's lost me with all the Holidays-themed words, but I guess it's her way of swearing, and as crazy as it seems, my nuts are tightening as she continues to rant, her cheeks glowing red more than the neon lights around, her breaths growing ragged again, and her chest puffing up.

She is once more a sight for everyone to see, including her brother only a feet away, and that's why I'm stepping in front of her when she exclaims,

"I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am! He has no right to give me lessons when he's doing worse than me." She crosses her arms over her chest, her blue eyes sharpening like spikes of ice to clash with the flames of mine.

It brings some memories... and although her rage isn't directed towards me tonight, I don't budge more than on our first encounter.

"And what exactly are you going to tell him? That you caught him here while you're supposed to be in your bedroom in the North Pole, yeah?"

"I..." Her lips fall into the exact same O, as perfect as the first night and even more tempting now that I know what it tastes like, what it feels like.

Focus, Balthazar.

First, we have to get out of here undetected.

"As much as I'd love to watch your brother's face when he sees you dressed as a sexy devil with my fangs' marks all over your neck, I'd prefer to not have our 'celebration' cut short when he drags you back to the North Pole."

—Or when all hell breaks loose, and a war of elements starts here if I ever listen to the fire inside murmuring me to burn down anyone who tries to interrupt us.

The sparks are already on my fingertips when she nods slowly, averting her gaze down.

"You're probably right... but it's unfair."

"It is, and you can try to fight it." I let my fist unfold one finger by one finger before flexing my hand open in front of her. "And probably hit the walls of your bedroom, or... I have a much more interesting way to take out all that frustration."

That pulls her a small smile, and soon, I get her twinkling eyes and her sexy body walking out with me before her brother can notice.

The only thing missing is her attention, which she has clearly left in the club room, as we access the 'inn' part of the S'Inn, and she doesn't react to anything we pass by: the 'goodnight' from the front desk hostess, the Kamasutra position paintings on the black walls, the AC coolness against her sweaty skin...

And when she finally releases the lip she's been nibbling, it's to ask this question.

"Do you think he uses the same pills as us, or does he just get away with anything he does?"

He, her brother, the cockblocker, whom I doubt would have the guts to face the hell I've had to go through to get those pills.

But that—and all the curse words I would undoubtedly use if any other chick brought out their brother at a time like that—are sucked back by the clench of my stomach when we stop in front of the elevator, and she peers up at me under her creased eyebrows with that... look, a puppy-eyes look.

Crazy how fast her dark blue gaze can pass from a feline temptress glance to innocent and helpless puppy in so little time, and both are dangerous for my insides.

"Stop mulling over him. Tonight, we forget about our shitty families. You're not Marie-Noel Claus." I remind her, my finger tracing the outlines of her fiery mask before poking her two little horns. "You're my Spicy Candy."

"Yours?"

Ding. I've got her attention here, and the siren look is coming back in a blink of those long and thick eyelashes.

"Yes, mine," I growl in her ear, the word rumbling from the depth of my guts and unleashing something wilder than ever on its way—And not only in me.

Before I can even make a move to push her into the elevator, she's launching at my lips.

Launching, yes, like a little rocket, on her tiptoes, with her fingers pulling me down by the back of my neck, and the sparks she sets off with the first brush of her lips, and I'm quick to catch her.

In less than a beat my heart is skipping, my hand grasps her butt, and my mouth captures hers as hungrily as a candy.

Fuck, I swear she tastes sweeter every time. How is that possible?

It's one of the many things I can't understand about her. Like how warm she can be when ice is her element, how her lips can be as soft as a snowflake and make you melt at the same time.

Hell, I'm made of fire; it's in my veins, and yet, my blood has never felt as warm as when she's kissing me, when her body is pressing against me, when her fingers are gliding along my skin, roaming down my body and groping—

Fuck, I stop her hand and break away before we get too heated because, if I'm glad she's forgetting it, her brother is still a few doors away, and another unbelievable thing: I'm becoming the reasonable one, walking her backward into the elevator, while her lips are now warming up every tender spot along my neck, making the desire simmer in my veins.

I barely manage to hit the top floor button before pinning her against the padded wall and crashing my lips on hers again like an addict.

How have I been able to go without that sweetness for the past year? I have no idea, but people aren't kidding when they say sugar is a dangerous drug.

The more I taste her, the more I crave her, and my hands are already rushing through her curls, pulling her impossibly closer as the intoxicating tingles quickly shoot through my veins.

69 floors should give me some time to get my fix, and we spend it all with our mouths glued to each other. Whether it's our tongue tangling and exploring, our lips savoring, or our teeth claiming, there's not a second wasted for a word or a breath.

To the point that even our moans are fusing, along with the flavors of our Screaming Orgasms... Mhm... the sweetness of her cum, the bitterness of the alcohol, and also the ones coiling slowly with every roll of our hips as I hoist her left leg around my waist.

By the time the 'ding' of the elevator resonates again, my whole body is buzzing, and I'm craving more, my fang still tracing the curve of her swollen lower lip as we pull away to pant heavy gasps.

"Does it mean you're my filled chocolate then?" she purrs, neither her heavy eyelids, nor her hoarse and breathless tone taking away from the teasing edge of her question as her hand slides down my body, groping the bulge in my pants. "Under a hard, hard cover."

That woman is going to drive me crazy. Or worse, she could melt me all, and sensing the molten pre-come fusing up my cock, I quickly lead her out of the elevator before my knees can give out.

Not that it stops her, but her attention and her words quickly get diverted when we arrive by the floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the hallway.

"I'll take that as a... Holly... Eiffel tower! And look, the High Roller, the Bellagio fountains..." She jumps up and down, grinning like a kid who's got the gift she's wished for on Christmas day. Well, I imagine. It's not a sight I see often, contrary to all the landmarks she's pointing at and to which I don't give a glance.

"There are so many lights!"

There are indeed, and they've never appeared as dazzling as right now, reflecting in her deep blue eyes as she turns to me.

"Are we at the top?"

"Yeah, it's not the Northern sky, but it's the best we have here." I shrug, looking for the first time at the Vegas view—for a second before I come back to her eyes to find one more sparkle dancing with her smile in the blue shades like the Northern lights, and it's so mesmerizing that I almost don't catch her murmur.

"As soft as gianduja inside..."

Almost, and if I lift an eyebrow, it's only to check if she'll dare repeat it. "Um?"

"No, nothing. I think it's breathtaking." She shakes her head, probably sensing she's playing with a dangerous fire as she averts her gaze to the window again.

"Wait 'til we get to the bedroom. There's the same view but even more lights..."

And then, we can see who will melt first.

Though that, I let her find out for herself when I open the door, and she steps into the dark room, which I light up with a snap of my fingers.

"Candles?" she gasps, blinking between me and the fifty-or-so candles in the center of the room, all red, all of different sizes.

They've been a pain in the ass to install, but fuck, there's nothing like candlelight, the dancing flames on the floor illuminating every sway of her sweet little butt as she carefully treads further down the room, and the ones I've put here and there on the black furniture are drawing attention to every important spot: the leather couch, the minibar, the shelves and every metal, leather, or silicone item on them, and mostly, the bed.

That's where she stops, and this time, it's not the window wall on the right that catches her eye. No, it's the four bed posts and the metal chains hanging from them, the black silk sheets, the few candles on the chest at the bed feet, and my words.

"Not just any candle." I slowly approach her, following closely her faintest shudder as I wrap my arm around her waist, trapping her between my heated body and the flames of the candles. "Have you already tried wax play?"

Temperature play, that I know she has, the small hair on the back of my neck is still rising at the memories of the ice and snow everywhere, including against her burning cunt.

However, here, it's my end of the temperature spectrum. That's why my lips are skimming as cautiously along her neck as her fingers are hovering over the flames.

"I've always wanted to, but never got the opportunity."

"Aw, are the Pointy Ears in the North Pole scared to melt?" I say pityingly, even if she undoubtedly feels my smirk stretching on her skin and how much I like the idea of being her first. "Not my Spicy Candy, though, are you?"

Her shallow moan sounds a lot like an approval as my hands glide down her arms, taking the thin straps of her dress with them. Still, before grabbing the handcuffs on the chest, I check with a more serious tone.

"You remember your safeword?"

She nods twice, and I'm about to tutt her when she turns to me, presenting me her two wrists and that one word. "Coal."

Though even more than that, she's handing me control, control of her body, control of her sensations, control of her pleasure and... pain, and with the click of the handcuffs around her wrists, it's all traveling to me like a powerful electric current, driving me frantic.

"Let's see what you're hiding under that devil costume." I spin her around, tearing off the thin zipper holding her tight dress together with my eager movements. Not that she minds, throwing me an impish smile over her shoulder.

"There's a surprise you have to find..."

"A surprise?"

I could have almost forgotten that beyond these two little horns and drunk gaze, she's still a Claus, and they're all about the surprises, gifts, and all that Holidays spirit shit.

I have to admit she's succeeding in her mission though, because tingles of excitement are tickling my fingers as I slowly uncover red lace and soft, pale skin, and it crackles into something I've never felt before when her dress falls on the floor, and my gaze follows down the flimsy red strip of her thong.

"Is that...?"

That must be what they call the magic of Christmas and giving gifts, the warmth sparking from the uneven beat of my heart to every pulsation of my cock as my finger traces the fine candy cane carving between her buttcheeks.

"Yes, I wanted to show you how much I love your gift."

Oh yes, I can feel it as I drag my finger lower down towards her dripping entrance. It's a shame I haven't brought the remote control with me.

To think the little minx has kept it well hidden all night. I haven't even noticed it when I've touched her on the dancefloor. Then again, I've been quite distracted by my raging hard-on, which is becoming even wilder now.

"Such a sweet attention. I'll have to thank you..." I grasp her chin, pecking her lips before dragging my mouth to her ear. "Get on the bed, on your back, spread out for me."

A light slap on her butt, and she's moving eagerly. The brat... Never as fast to obey as when she wants to come...

So fast that when I finish my sentence, she's already lying helpless under my kisses.

"But first, you have a punishment overdue."

"What? No! I've been nice." She sits up, or tries to, as she realizes I've linked her handcuffs to the bed chains, and her movements get restricted a little bit more when I tug on the shackles balance.

"Don't you think I've forgotten the 16 minutes you've made me wait."

"I've already told you it wasn't my fault. I promise I didn't do it on purpose," she explains frantically, her lips pulling into an innocent pout.

Too bad it looks anything but innocent when her mouth is swollen from all our kissing, and let's not talk about the rest of her body.

No, in fact, it should be mentioned in that ensemble of red lace, black satin garter belt and fishnet stockings that must have been sewed by the devil themselves to magnify her ethereal body.

It even makes my fingers hesitate before tearing up her bra, but these perky nipples are begging for attention, like the stain on her flimsy thong. Although the latter, I don't touch.

My hands skip straight to her thigh boots, not granting her the relief she's desperately seeking with her legs squeezing together.

On the contrary, I force them apart to cuff her feet to the opposite corners until the only thing she can press are her words.

"You can't punish me for something that wasn't in my control."

Funny, I haven't done anything yet, except gently kissing up around her ankles, and the gesture supposed to soothe her has the opposite effect.

She's starting to know me well by now, and her narrowed eyes are already expecting my next move as I get up, slowly walking around the bed.

I can even sense her thoughts reeling when I stop by the closest shelf, my smirk stretching as wide as the range of accessories exposed there.

"I'll let you see for yourself. Or not..." I grab a satin blindfold and one more item.

Nothing else, yet it's enough to make her breath hitch—in more ways than one—when I come back, stroking the two opposite textures in my hands: the warm smoothness of satin and the cold bite of another metal chain.

I haven't forgotten about her collar either, the red strip of leather has tempted me all night for that moment, when I climb onto the bed again, settle over her helpless body, and hook the thin chain into the ring of her choker.

"You trust me?" I whisper above her left ear, my fingers sliding along each link of metal yet not pulling as I wait patiently for her answer.

"Yes, Balthazar," she replies with no hesitation in the breathless tremors of her voice, only shivers of anticipation and the cold of the metal chain I line up between her breasts and until her belly button, and I can't decide if she's foolishly innocent to trust me so easily, or as wicked as I am.

Probably both, as I cross one last time the darkening blue of her eyes before covering them with the blindfold.

The second I do so, I can see the switch happening in her, her other senses taking over as I tease her with clues of what will happen.

I lean my left hand near her right ear so she can catch the tick-tock of my watch while I whisper on the other side, "Let the fun begin."

Then, I trail the flame of the candle along her body, letting her skin heat up, while the burning anticipation sneaks up in goosebumps through the grid of her fishnet stockings and higher.

So by the time, I come close to her face, she's already recognized the heavy scent of dark chocolate, which I make her taste with the heat as I pour a first drop of the edible wax on her bottom lip.

For the rest, she'll have to rely on her most primal instincts, and seeing how eagerly she sucks on her lip, I go straight to the point—to one pointy nipple, more exactly, making her arch and cry out.

And hell, my senses are getting overwhelmed too, from the raw edge of her 'Holly Merry' to the itch in every fucking cell of my being to caress all these perfect curves and edges exposed to me, from the loud rattle of chains to the vivid red contrasting her pale skin.

I need more.

Thus, I drizzle more until her other nipple, this time, making her moan a wordless sound and tremble.

She keeps surprising me with her reaction, as much as I do trailing the wax along her tits and stomach, making her muscles stiffen and melt, her whimpers of my name louder, and her voice quieter as she tugs at her restraints yet lifts her chest closer to the flame.

Still, some things are always the same, like the stain on her thong growing steadily larger and the throbbing desire in my veins for more—

"It's more than 16," she notes between two gasps, two tilts of the candle.

Oh, so she's keeping track... I wonder if she's also followed up on the two letters I've traced across her stomach.

"16 minutes? No, we're barely at five." I check my watch, faking a pout that quickly turns into a smirk, and since her widening eyes can't see anything, I let her feel both—and more—on her flushed tits. "You didn't think it'd be 16 drops of wax, did you? My punishments always fit the crime."

"I didn't—"

"I waited 16 minutes. So you will wait 16 minutes..." My words trail off languidly, contrasting with the erratic thumps of her heart counting each milli-second under my mouth, and it's clearly not the only thing ticking as I skip lower, kneeling between her thighs. "... Before you come."

That's the real torture for her, the faint graze of smoke against her dripping pussy as I blow out the candle, rather than the sharp bite of wax melting into ecstasy on her sensitive skin because she loves the pain.

She's the perfect little masochist to the sadist I am.

Once more, we're the complete opposites, and whoever has said ice shouldn't meet fire clearly has never experienced those sparking vibrations traveling from her limbs jerking against the restraints to each of my nerves as I drag open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs.

Fuck, every rattle of the chains goes straight to my pants, which will give out before the 16 minutes.

But wait, I don't have to wait, and I waste no time sliding my hands down my body, getting rid of the tight fabrics there.

Belt, pants, boxers, everything is thrown away, landing on the floor with clangs that are drowned under the constant sound of chains. At least, until my hard-on springs free with a wave of relief and a groan that, with my mouth at the hem of her stockings, vibrates straight through her.

"What-what are you doing?" She stiffens, stopping all her movements, including her breath as I pull away.

"Take a guess."

Wiping the pre-cum leaking at my tip, I spread some along my shaft with a porn-worthy sound effect, and in case, it isn't obvious enough, I keep the rest on two fingers, poking her lips.

Let's say she takes the guess eagerly, sucking it eagerly enough that the pressure coils until my dick, where I tighten my fist. Although nothing can compare to the warm hug of her plump lips and that pink tongue swirling out as she releases my fingers with a pop.

Nothing except maybe the tight desperation whirling through her breathless voice and wrapping around my cock as she pleads,

"Let me help you at least, please!"

"If it's asked so nicely..." I slow down my strokes, positioning myself over her restless body until my length slides against the warmth of her... left inner thigh, leaving her mouth hanging, figuratively and literally.

"What? No, I didn't mean..."

"What?" I mock her, feigning being clueless, when my lips know exactly what they're doing, finding back her plump tits. "You're helping me here."

It's true though. As tempting as the invitation of her open lips is, my dick twitching like to reach the back of her throat, the whimpers coming from there are another kind of pulsing ecstasy, and with the insane energy buzzing between our wound-up bodies through every thrust of our hips, I'm ready to explode at any second.

And I'm not the only one, although, for her, it's with frustration that she's bursting as I still haven't touched her where she needs it the most, no matter how closer and closer my cock is sliding every time.

Actually, when my balls tighten, my tip is poking at the hem of her thong, and I stop her hips just in time before she can swallow me in there.

"Tsk, it's not 16 minutes yet," I tutt, my voice hoarser than ever as I'm not only torturing her, pulling away right now.

The pressure that has built up all night has been so close to unfolding in the depth of my groin, and I see it slipping away for an instant before I take in the sight of her writhing and sobbing before me.

"Please, please! Balthazar! I'm s-sorry... Let me... please!"

My orgasm doesn't just 'unfold' then; it rockets into sparking tingles up my length and throughout each of my limbs, and it's not thanks to the strokes of my hand, which I'm barely moving, too mesmerized by this vision of sinful bliss.

She's never looked as messed; she's never looked as sexy.

She's a fucking piece of art, a masterpiece gathering all my fantasies on those black sheets, and my gaze can't decide where to settle between the tears seeping down her blindfold, the red dotting her pale skin with marks of my lips, wax, and the BK crossing her stomach, and finally, the cum coating her thighs as before I know it, I'm pulsing and spilling spurt after spurt.

She's never looked as mine, and that is taking the euphoric tingling spreading through my veins to another level, probably the closest to seventh-heaven bliss I'll ever be. So I savor every fucking shudder—mine and hers, as she's still shivering with each of my groans.

"I've warned you you'd be sorry." I chuckle breathlessly, leaning down to kiss the salty stains on her cheeks. "Shh... you're almost there. Only 30 more seconds."

And my hand is already reaching for another candle as I trail my mouth down her body. So the milli-second the 16 minutes are over, I drop some molten wax over her covered pussy, watching her arch, tense, tremble, and all the reactions she's had a few minutes ago before I push the flimsy lace aside, soothing the burn with my mouth.

Okay, maybe the swirls of my heated tongue and smooches of my lips are only fueling the fire. Yet my words are soothing as I whisper over her throbbing nerves,

"You may come."

As if afraid I would take it back, she doesn't wait another second, her body seizing the pleasure and her muscles gripping at my fingers as I shove them into her slit.

"Yes! Yes! Balthazar, thank you..."

How could I refuse her when she's being so sweet though? And not only her words.

She's definitely sweeter than candies, and I'm enjoying the feast she is as it should, licking, biting, sucking, humming, and savoring every drop until she's satisfied, until I'm satisfied.

"Balt!" She gasps through her moans, turning her head from left to right like checking to see where she's landing behind her blindfold.

But oh, baby, you're not coming down.

"Need more of your sweetness, candy." I groan against her swelling clit, the slurping sounds of my lips quickly covered by the shackles' rattling as I pick up the pace of my curled fingers through her clenches.

"I can't-I can't!"

"Yes, you can." My left hand reaches out for the chain hanging between her bouncing tits, pulling lightly, not as much to remind her who's in control as to send that dizzying rush to her brain that stops her movements, at least, the voluntary ones.

"Now, tell me, are you gonna come again and give me more, candy?"

Her hips are still wriggling, but this time, closer to me as she's quickly giving in to another orgasm.

Has her first one even stopped though?

It doesn't feel like it, as her whimpers of pleasure never recede, only escalating into rushed moans and screams.

"Yes, I'm com—More, more..."

More ripples add to the shakes of her thighs until she's convulsing, and I have to hold her hips down, replacing my fingers with my tongue, just as her throbbing juices turn into gushes, even sweeter.

"Fuck, that's it, my little squirter," I purr, completely out of breath, out of mind.

I shouldn't be surprised though, as she's already done this stunt last week. Still, my cock is jumping, and I soak it all up—in every meaning of the word—until she's really nearing overstimulation, and I shift my hunger to feather-like kisses along her thighs and stomach while she slowly floats back down.

She's never looked as free. Even with her shaky limbs chained up, she's emanating a special bliss that has my eyes hooked, and it requires me a tremendous effort to stand up, undo the cuffs at her ankles, and walk the few steps to the minibar.

Maybe the full hard-on I'm sporting already isn't helping either, and it's worse when I climb beside her on the bed again.

"You okay?" I slide off her blindfold and mask, brushing some messy curls out of her face as her deep blue eyes meet me through furious blinks. Or should I say, drink me in from head to toe as she slowly licks her bottom lip with a look that could almost make me forget she's still handcuffed and shaking with faint tremors of aftershocks.

At least, until she tries to reply with a snide remark and it ends up in a hoarse 'yes'.

"Thirsty?" I chuckle, opening the fresh bottle and bringing it to her lips. "Don't be disappointed. It's plain water only, this time."

Still, she gulps it down and quickly finds back her smooth voice, calling like a siren to my twitching dick, "Will I get another Screaming Orgasm after? Maybe yours?"

"We'll see, but take some energy before." I shake my head, uncuffing and kissing her wrists as I nod to the full tray I've brought from the minibar.

She eagerly extends her hand, and out of all the sweets there, she picks the filled chocolates, of course.

"Don't even think about it," I warn, my guttural tone contrasting with her sweet giggle, and yet, both hitch into shivering breaths when I grind my hips against hers. "Unless you want to find out how hard my cover can be."

"I'd love to..." She arches closer, bringing a chocolate to her lips and biting sharply into it until a drop of gianduja seeps onto the curve of her lips, and right when my tongue is about to swipe it, she pushes me back onto the mattress to straddle me. "... Find out if I can make you melt."

It's a low blow, but she's making such an erotic show of the chocolate melting on her lips that I don't retaliate, letting her slide off my shirt and grab a candle on the nightstand.

"Can I?"

"If you like to play with fire." I snap my fingers to light up the wick. "But I gotta warn you, there's no way you're handcuffing me."

"I won't... because you're a good boy, who will keep his hands—"

"Be careful which fire you're playing with." My hands grasp the chain still hanging from her neck before she can finish, wrapping the warm metal around my fist just enough to make the flame of the candle flicker with her shaky exhale.

Her gaze doesn't waver though, even as the air between us grows thicker than smoke, and the spark of challenge glowing in the blue shades could ignite a wildfire.

It does as she lifts the candle above my neck, inch by inch tilting it until the burning wax lands on my Adam's apple.

If I didn't know any better, I could think it isn't her first time with wax play because she's chosen the perfect spot, the heat seeping quickly under the thin skin there, and with my pulse point so close, it spreads even faster through my veins, like flames into an inferno.

But too bad for her, I'm not melting.

On the contrary, my muscles are tensing and hardening on the way, every muscle, from my fingers around the chain as I tug her closer, to my thighs when she licks the drop of wax, and I thrust my hips into hers.

That's how we start an ambiguous game of power because she might be on top, yet I'm still holding the reins.

If she drips more wax across my chest, I'm the one guiding her across my chest as I wrap and unwrap my fist around the chain. If she's in control of the twitches of my abs every time her mouth touches them, I decide if she'll lick, kiss, or bite with the rocks of my hips.

And that, all the way down until she's pouring a thin trickle of wax on the underside of my throbbing shaft.

Then, I'm not in control anymore as my whole body jerks with the sting of heat, yanking her warm mouth to my cock, and she isn't either when my tip hits the back of her throat. It's all instinctive, something as primal as fire, and fuck, it's even wilder.

At this point, I can't even form words, only grunts and searing pants. But she understands, replying with just the right swirls of her tongue and pressure of her lips, the lower my tone drops into the octaves.

Two times, and she's already grasped all the tricks to set me on fire. It's a dangerous thing, and if she hasn't melted me with the candle wax, that warm mouth of hers is making the cum fuse into my taut balls.

And let's not forget her hands. When she drags her nails down my V-lines, making my flame tattoos flare up, I barely have time to pull her away before I reach the point of no return.

"Need to be inside you right now," I growl, trying to slow down the poundings resonating through my whole body as I avert my gaze away from the swollen and glistening O of her lips, though when it lands on my watch, everything ticks faster.

Yes, right now.

There's no better way to spend the last few minutes of the year than buried deep inside the sweet cunt I've craved for the past 12 months, like some grande finale.

Which gives me an idea...

That, and Marie-Noel's gleaming dark blue eyes trailing around the room as she asks, "Where?"

Neither of us even gives a second glance at the bed we're on, and great minds running in the same gutters, our gazes meet in the same direction.

"Wanna enjoy the view and show the whole Vegas what it's like to see stars?"

"Okay, but..." She takes in a shaky breath, like bracing herself because fantasizing about it is different from going to stand naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and I almost believe she'll back down when she crawls towards me, her small fingers reaching towards my face. "Without your mask."

She slides off the piece of leather like it's nothing, and it's actually close to it; my nerve endings are more aware of the feather-like brush of her fingerpads across my face and of the look in her heavy-lidded eyes because the gesture isn't mindless.

The little devil with her askew horns and soft smile doesn't want anything covering me. She wants Balthazar bare and naked.

And after a light kiss on my lips, she stands up to take off any remaining cloth of hers too: her thong, her collar, her horns, and even her stockings—making a great show out of it—until she's also bare and naked.

Marie-Noel and Balthazar, for the world to see through that window, bare and naked. Except for her butt plug and the condom I roll on as I join her, though the idea of going completely bare has never appeared as tempting as in front of the dizzying view of the smile she throws me over her shoulder, her perky butt, and my length gliding through her wetness.

Maybe another time, another year...

For now, my head is already spinning as I wrap a hand around her throat and slowly push into her from behind, all the blood in my body getting sucked to my dick by her warm muscles curling and stretching around me.

"Mhm, I missed that sweet cunt." I breathe out in the crook of her neck, watching her shudder, feeling her shudder.

Fuck, I feel everything as I still deep inside her: each of her breaths, each of my cells coming alive, my groaned question vibrating through her,

"Tell me, candy, did you miss me too?"

And her whimper as she replies,

"Yes, yes, Balthazar..." She arches, making the depth of her even more intoxicating while she lifts her hands towards me. "Please, I need you to fuck me!"

She's trying to drive me insane, but I grab her wrists before she can touch my horns, knowing I'll come instantly if she does so, and instead, I slam her palms into the cold window.

"Want me to fuck you into the new year, yeah?" I hiss through clenched teeth, my gaze landing on the time projection on one of the skyscrapers.

There's not many seconds left, but I'm already ticking like a damn clock, and I'm not the only one.

Our heartbeats are so erratically in sync everywhere that they even skip a pulse at the same time when I roll my dick an inch more into her than the brim I'm already filling her.

"Hard and fast?"

I don't wait for her answer this time, sliding out all the way to slam into her, and I take her yelp as a 'yes'. There's no other way I can thrust into her when she's clenching like this, barely letting me pull away to swallow me even tighter as she pushes her hips back into me—at first, at least.

She's been so breath-taken by the view earlier that the least I can do is let her enjoy it from up close, when I press her into the cold window every time my hips smash into hers, and fuck, even with the steam forming from her heated gasps, it's indeed a striking sight.

Not the city lights flashing almost as much as my nerve endings, but the reflection of our glistening bodies rocking together, her tits shoved against the glass with each of my violent thrusts, and her dizzying silhouette melting into mine. This has to be the most erotic sight I've ever seen.

"Balthazar..."

No, I've talked too soon. THE most erotic sight is when she tilts her head back, gazing up at me with those starry blue shades, darker than ever, yet still outshining the million of Vegas lights. I'm so transfixed that I can't even look at the time projection anymore.

It doesn't matter though. I have a new countdown when she chokes out,

"I'm-I'm close, please!"

Her walls contracting around me are ticking each milli-second, gathering the tingling pressure at the base of my cock like sparks down a fuse as my thrusts become frantic, the claps of my hips hitting her ass echoing like a 3-2-1...

"Fuck, yes, come with me, Marie-Noel!" I crash my lips on her in a messy kiss, where her 'Holly merry!' fuses with my 'fucking hell!' as everything stills, and the next second, sparks and bangs are blasting everywhere—throughout our bodies.

I have no idea what's happening outside, but it's already a grande finale as the cum shoots up along my cock, and she bursts into shudders, our orgasms exploding like glorious rockets of sparks perfectly in sync.

Hell, even the surge of ecstasy spreads through my nerves like fireworks: whirling, crackling, whizzing, blowing... until it feels like I've released all the cum I've had in my body into the condom, and we both collapse against the window.

"Happy New Year..." she breathes out after some time: seconds, minutes... a year?, and I slowly open my eyes to catch trails of sparks floating down in the sky, like the ones in my heavy limbs as I softly kiss her neck.

"I know it's gonna be a good one, Spicy Candy."

A little late, but Happy New Year!! 🎉🎉 May 2024 bring you everything you wish for! And stay naughty, so Balthazar can visit you for the next Holidays... 😈😘

I know I will be on his list after writing this 🙈🙈 Is it me or every chapter of this story is getting naughtier lol? 

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PS: Tell me your favorite part, so it can inspire me for the continuation... 🤫😘😈