You felt your fingers traced over something very thin, like a long string of chains. You pulled it out for everyone to see; you didn’t get the chance to identify the item’s owner before you got teleported into the dark closet. You blinked a few times to adjust your eyesight when you sensed someone’s arms hugging you from behind. You tensed a bit at the new sensation, but you did not break away. A playful husky voice made its way to your ears.
“I’m glad you chose me, belle.”
He pushed your hair aside and saw Michael’s spell marking your nape. A powerful wave of jealousy has submerged all of his logic. He wanted nothing more than to burst the door open this instance and make you his own, in everyone’s presence. He didn’t even care if you kill him afterwards. His breath drew near your sensitive skin, causing you to shiver slightly.
“Here, let me warm you up.”
It was already too late. Balthazar couldn’t hear you anymore as he pressed his lips against your nape, whispering sweetness along his kisses. His left hand was laid on your waist and his other one on your neck, holding your jawline. You were surprised by his impulsive action, but you did not dislike it, not at all. You slowly relaxed your body into his gentle touch as he pushed your body closer to his own. You managed to escape his grip; then you turned around to face him, putting your hand on his torso, planting space in between.
He silenced you with his soft, warm lips. You froze for a few seconds, though, you soon returned the passion. His kisses were filled with heat and hunger; they exuded the aromas of red wine. He then darted his tongue inside your mouth, massaging your own. You felt a bit dizzy at this sudden invasion, but you quickly counter-attacked. Losing to his rhythm is something you will never stand. Wetness entangled between your teeth, as small gasps leaked when you tried to catch some breath. It was almost your limit, yet you didn’t want to stop. You moved your other hand to ruffle his hair. He seemed to enjoy it as he smiled and changed your location. He spun you around, revealing a scene of Paris. You opened your eyes to the sight of the Eiffel Tower, behind you was a room filled with red roses.
“Balty, it’s so beautiful.”
“Right, I forgot that you travelled the world.”
“That’s entirely not what I meant.”
“Oh?” you questioningly turned to face him.
“Nothing could ever compare to you, ma chérie.”
He leaned down to nibble on your neck, leaving his marks on your skin. When a moan slid out of your throat, he stopped and moved his half-lidded eyes closer to yours. He was trying to hold himself back, out of respect for your well-being. “Je veut te tenir,” he was grinding his teeth with each word. He never figured that you knew French and that you understood what he said perfectly. You moved your lips closer to his and murmured, “Je veux que tu me tienne dans tes bras et que tu m'embrasse passionément…” The next thing you knew, you were lifted off your feet, carried bridal style and laid back down on the crimson coloured bed. Balthazar caressed your collarbones, “Je vais te serrer dans mes bras toute la nuit.” Your eyes were filled with happiness, “Prends ma main. Conduis-moi.” He then took your hand and place it on his heart, “Je t'aime. Mon coeur t'appartient.” You sat up to kiss the fingers intertwining your own; as your eyes locked to his, “Et tu es mon paradis.” Caressing your smooth skin, he lifted your cheek; noses almost touching. You could feel the warmth of his breath brushing the top of your lips. You stared back into his hardened grey eyes, with an explosion of total peace and serenity overwhelmed, hoping this night would never end.
Meanwhile, everyone else are frantically searching for you by pestering Michael about your location. He instantly disappears, because he does not want to ruin the rare moment of pure joy by not being able to lie. However, he’d surely rip Balthazar to pieces if his brother ever makes you cry. He arrives at the penthouse a few hours later with good intentions of fulfilling his end of the deal, just to catch the image of you sleeping soundly in Balthazar’s arms on a bed full of deep maroons.
Je veut te tenir = I want to hold you
Je veux que tu me tienne dans tes bras et que tu m'embrasse passionément = I want you to hold me in your arms and kiss me passionately
Je vais te serrer dans mes bras toute la nuit = I will hold you in my arms all night
Prends ma main. Conduis-moi = Take my hand. Lead me
Je t'aime. Mon coeur t'appartient = I love you. My heart belongs to you
Et tu es mon paradis = And you are my heaven