“I want you to kiss me, Beast,” she said, her voice breathy. “I want you to kiss me and then I want you to take me back to bed, and this time, when I wake up, everything will be just as perfect as when I went to sleep, because I’ll still be with you.”
The air had been sucked out of the room.
Hell, out of the whole goddamn trailer.
I wanted to tear the door off its hinges and let some in.
I wanted to punch a hole in the window before we both suffocated.
But I wanted to kiss her more.
I grabbed Belle by the waist and lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around me like my own personal koala bear, and then I kissed her like her life depended upon it. She groaned into my mouth and I sucked the groan off of her tongue and swallowed it, letting her groans and moans fill me up to overflowing as my hands clasped her ass and I walked us to her bedroom. I didn’t know what love was, but it had to feel something like this, because I’d never felt like this before in my whole damned life. I felt a combination of nauseous and ecstatic. Terrified and overjoyed. I felt starved for her, for oxygen, for whatever it was that she kept giving me. It wasn’t enough—I wanted more of it. It would never be enough but I’d stick around to keep on trying. I’d let her pump whatever this shit was right into my black veins until I ODed on it because I was addicted to this—to her—to whatever kind of drug she was.
My shins hit her bed and I laid us both down on it, my mouth momentarily leaving hers so I could pull up my T-shirt before dragging it off me. Her hands went to her own tee but I batted them away before gripping either side of it and tearing it down the middle, and she giggled. Her breasts popped free and it was my turn to groan because I’d almost forgotten how fucking good they looked. I leaned down and sucked her pink nipple into my mouth, my tongue playing with the hard bud. Cupping her breasts with my hands, I pushed them together so I could slide my tongue across them both before nipping at them, making her arch her back and squeal into the air around us.
My hands went to her hips and I slid the little bed shorts she was wearing down her thighs right along with her panties, and then I stared down at her—all of her, taking in every naked perfect inch of this beautiful woman.
Her cheeks turned pink as her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip and my chest rumbled at the sight.
“Come here, Beast,” she sighed, arching a finger at me.
I unbuckled my jeans and dropped them to the ground before kicking her legs apart so I could get a good look at her.
“Fuck, Belle,” I rumbled, my hand moving to my hard cock.
“Yes, fuck Belle!” she said, her cheeks going even pinker because she’d cussed.
“Love it when you talk dirty to me.” I grinned and she giggled.
It was just another way that we were different. She was calm and I was hot-headed. She was patient and I had no tolerance for anyone or anything. She was prim and proper and it didn’t matter how much soap you washed my mouth out with, nothing was getting it clean. Her body was smooth marble and mine was old, crumbling tree bark. I was a monster next to her and I finally embraced that, loving how different we were. Relishing in our differences.
I wanted to grab her legs and put them to my shoulders so I could fuck her while looking into her eyes, but the piece-of-shit bed was too low so I flipped her on her side and lay down behind her. My hand moved over her ass and down over her puckered hole before I found her pussy. Rubbing along its seam, I pressed two fingers inside of her and she pushed back against the intrusion. I slid an arm under her, and I pulled out my fingers and guided my cock to her entrance, teasing her with the tip of it as I rolled my hips.
“Please…Beast, please,” she whimpered, writhing against me as she tried to get me to move.
I put my arm over her belly so that I was holding her in my grip, and I slowly thrust my hips forwards, filling her up and stretching her wide. Belle whimpered into the air as I grabbed her face and tilted her head to the side so I could kiss her swollen lips. Every thrust had her crying into my mouth, every roll of my hips had her mewling like an animal. I stole every sound she made with my tongue, fucking her mouth as my cock branded her insides.
We were animals, our bodies in sync with each other as we fucked and kissed and moved together, taking and giving and relishing in each other. She was wet, sloppy wet as my hips bucked and I ground into her, taking each grunt and sigh, each hiss of delicious pleasure that she released into the air around us. Mine, all mine.
“Close…” she panted. “So close, Beast.”
My tongue moved over hers, sucking on it like I could taste the pleasure right on the tip of her tongue.
“I got you, Belle,” I grunted, my hips slowing their rhythm.
I flipped her onto her front, and she screamed into her pillow as I wrapped an arm under her, lifting her ass into the air and slamming myself back home. I pounded into her harder and harder, my dick sliding in and out of her wet center from tip to balls and back again, each thrust hitting her core until she finally climaxed around me with a silent scream. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around my cock, drawing me closer and closer to my own climax until finally I reached the peak, tumbling over to the other side. My hands gripped her hips as I ground into her, letting her body pull every last drop of sweet satisfaction from me until my knees were almost buckling under the pressure to stay upright.
My heart was racing a million miles an hour as I slowly slid out of Belle and lay down next to her. I pulled her against my chest, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other as our hearts beat in unison.
“That was…” she started to say, her voice thick with emotion.
“Yeah,” I agreed, kissing the top of her head. “Yeah, it was.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
~ BEAST ~
“Hurry up, I’m starved!” Belle called from the bedroom, and I chuckled.
“It’s coming,” I yelled back.
“I’m wasting away here…There’ll be nothing left if you don’t hurry!”
I shook my head, a huge, shit-eating grin on my face as I grabbed the bag of Chinese takeout and some forks for us. Fuck the plates and all that shit—we could eat straight from the boxes. I was ass naked as I strolled back into the bedroom, food bag in one hand, forks in the other, and my huge dick hanging between my legs.
“Quit your bitchin’, I’m back.” I smirked.
Her eyes strayed to my dick and I raised an eyebrow, already getting hard at the thought of being back inside of her.
“Yes, you are,” she said, her voice still all husky.
I climbed on the bed. “Can’t believe I’m about to say this, but you need to eat—then we can fuck some more.”
She pouted—full-on pouted—and I leaned over and pressed a kiss on her mouth, sucking that fucking pout right off those beautiful lips of hers. Her hand went to my hair and she gripped it tight and pulled me closer, her kisses growing hungrier with each roll of my tongue.
I’d never have enough of her kisses. This mouth, this body, this woman…I would never have enough of her. I let go of the food bag and forks finally, my hands roving over her body, one throwing the covers back and the other diving between her lips to feel how wet she was already.
“Fuck, Belle,” I groaned as her hand went to my dick, sliding along it and sending shudders of pleasure rolling through me.