I realized in that moment how much I’d missed him. At the hospital we had talked a lot, and in between his temper tantrums we’d gotten to know each other. I missed those talks. I missed his arms around me. I missed the safety that he promised without having to use words. I missed Beast and all his beautiful, brutal glory.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that and I’m going to have to do something about it, Belle,” he said, his words a low growl.
A threat or a promise…I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t care.
I was as close to death as I had ever been. Threats coming at me from all sides. Men wanting to kill me. Harm me. Torture me. Men pushing me to do things I didn’t want to do. But this, Beast, he was just Beast. The same man that he’d been all along, only maybe softer somehow. Gentler, even if his eyes spoke deadly volumes.
It wasn’t just his body that turned me on; it was that despite everything I felt both safe and terrified around him, a delicious combination of desire pooling in my belly that mixed with the fear in my heart.
Beast was the definition of a man.
He was the dark and brooding man that you were warned about as a girl, so dangerous and deadly you knew one wrong move would get you killed. He was the epitome of masculinity both because of and in spite of his scars. I stared and stared, wishing for something that I couldn’t put words to, my body calling out for him to hold me, to touch me in that dark and delicious way only he could, even as my heart told me to run from him.
Beast was dangerous.
A caged animal waiting to be set free.
He was feral and savage, and completely unrestrained. He did what he wanted and he took no prisoners. He cared deeply but he hated even deeper. And all I wanted was for him to touch me. To want me. To love me.
Beast rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath as he pulled his arms out from behind his head. His heated gaze roved over every inch of me and I might as well have been naked already for how he saw me, because he saw every inch of me.
“Warnin’ you, Belle,” he said with a throaty growl. “Can’t look at a man like that and not expect him to do somethin’ about it.” His drawl became lazier, his eyes growing darker.
I had to go.
I had to get out of there before it was too late.
Before he found out what I had done and killed me.
But I needed Beast in every possible way. I needed him to touch me, to make me feel safe, and I wanted one last time. I needed him to make me believe that it was all going to be okay. So I didn’t think, I just reacted to my body’s wants. I moved on instinct.
I reached down to the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up and over my head, and his nostrils flared as my breasts came into view. It was wrong of me to take this from him, given that I was a traitor. It was selfish of me, but I needed him. I needed someone’s touch. I need to feel alive again if I was going to die. I needed Beast one more time. His rough hands on every inch of my naked flesh. His tongue and teeth nipping at me. I needed to feel him deep inside me, taking from me, giving to me, burning my insides to dust.
In that moment, I needed Beast like I needed air. Maybe more so, because I could hold my breath yet I couldn’t go another moment without his touch.
This wasn’t me.
This wasn’t the sort of woman I was; I didn’t jump into bed with men like this, and yet it was the only thing I desired right now.
Beast.
This brutal and perfect man.
The man who was going to be my undoing.
I needed him to make me feel alive one last time before I died.
“I need you,” I said, my words soft but firm, and I meant them to the very edge of my being. I needed him so bad it made me hurt. “Touch me,” I begged him, terrified of his rejection but desperate for his touch. I reached for his hand and placed it on my breast. “Please.”
Chapter Thirteen
~ BEAST ~
“Touch me,” Belle begged, her eyes so round and wide that she looked like she was high. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, and my hands moved of their own accord, squeezing gently on them. I noticed some faded bruises on her stomach and frowned, but she moaned and placed her hands on top of mine as we both kneaded her breasts. I didn’t need to be asked twice, despite everything that had happened and was going to happen. Despite what I knew now and what had to happen next.
I sat up, tugging her into my lap and wrapping my arms around the back of her before pulling her closer so I could take her soft, pink nipple into my mouth. I sucked at the hard pebble, drawing circles around the end and blowing on it to make it harder. Belle writhed against me, my dick hardening in my jeans with every squirm and moan she made.
Her body was perfect: firm and tight, tiny in my arms with curves and an ass and tits that fit in my hands. She was the perfect woman, if only she hadn’t been a damned traitor.
Belle closed her eyes, moaning as I sucked harder on her hard nipple, my hands reaching around under her skirt to her ass. I was taking my time this time around, no fucking and running off. No leaving with another man. No fucking for redemption because I was a broken man.
This time I was taking everything I wanted from her body before it was too late. Until the end justified the means and I could move on. I was going to fuck Belle out of my system before I sent her to ground.
I pushed her gently sideways, laying her down, my mouth still moving over her tits, to suck and bite my way down her body. I reached the waistband of her skirt, my hands gripping it and pulling it down her thighs slowly, taking my damn time. She shivered, goose bumps breaking out all over her skin as I slid the material down her thighs, over her knees, and off the ends of her feet. Her silk panties were already soaked through and I hungrily pushed her thighs apart and buried my face against her lips, sucking at her throbbing clit through the material.
Belle called out, bucking at the sudden frenzy against her pussy, her hands finding their way to my hair to tug on it as she called out something unintelligible into the air. I slipped a thick finger beneath the material, spreading her wide as I slipped it between her folds. She opened her mouth, groaning as she tilted her hips up to meet the slide and drag of my finger as I pushed into her and then back out before pushing a second finger in, widening her ready for me.
My heart was hammering in my chest, my dick so hard it could split steel, and all I wanted to do was fuck her until she passed out again so I could see that look of peacefulness on her face.
I slid my fingers in and out of her, my mouth clamped around her pussy, sucking at her juices. She was a fountain, her juices the elixir I needed to live, and I was fuckin’ thirsty. I lapped at her, sliding a third finger inside. Her pussy clenched around me, tight and perfect, the throbbing vibrating through my skin. She spread her legs wider and I lapped harder, taking long strokes along her seam as she tightened around my fingers, her body shuddering at the start of an orgasm that was going to rip through her and tear her apart. But I wasn’t done yet.
I slid my fingers out and sat up, and Belle looked at me sharply, her eyes wide, silently begging me for more.
I climbed off the bed and unbuttoned my jeans before sliding them off and kicking them and my underwear to one side. Her eyes were wide as she studied my cock, taking in its length and thickness, her tongue darting out to dampen those fat lips of hers as her chest heaved. Belle lay there naked and brazen, her fingers dipping between her legs as she touched herself, looking at me with her eyes all big and round and her mouth open, wishing it were me between her legs.