Balthazar groaned, though it was muffled by her lips meeting his and he returned the kiss eagerly, sliding one hand into her hair while the other continued to stroke against her clit. As her movements sped up, so did his fingertips, wanting to feel the breathtaking way she tightened around him when she came.
"Lily," he whispered once more when he met her gaze and held it. Balthazar had hundreds of years to practice hiding his emotions, but he held nothing back as their eyes locked. He held a brief mental debate about whether or not he should say what they both seemed to be feeling, if he even needed to, but if one of them was taken soon, he didn't want her to wonder.
"I love you," he murmured breathlessly without looking away or closing his eyes. It wasn't just something he was saying in the heat of the moment, and he hoped she could see that in his gaze, hear it in his voice.
He could feel the pleasure building up inside him and his muscles began to tense a little underneath her as his fingers worked quicker against her sex.