“I’m starved,” she replied huskily before squeezing her thighs and ankles and lifting her ass up to push me inside of her.
I gripped her wrists in my hands and pressed them into the bed as I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking into her slowly.
“You like that, Belle?” I grunted, my balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust.
“Yes,” she said automatically, and I chuckled as I rolled my hips and she whimpered as I hit her G-spot perfectly. “Don’t stop,” she groaned, her gaze never leaving mine.
“I don’t intend to,” I replied. “Like I said, my plan for the next month,” I continued, as I slid out of her to my tip before pushing back inside, “is to stay here until you can’t walk straight and you have a permanent imprint of my cock inside of you.”
She groaned again, and fuck me if it wasn’t the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
I slid back out before slamming back inside hard enough to make her gasp and clench around me.
“And what about you?” she grunted as I rolled my hips again.
“What about me?”
“It seems hardly fair that you’re going to imprint my…” Her cheeks were pink from sex already, but they went even brighter.
“Your pussy,” I prompted. “I’m going to fuck you so much I imprint my cock in your pussy so it never wants anyone but me.”
“Yes, that, so what about you? Does your…”
“Cock,” I said, slamming into her hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall and her whimper.
“Yes,” she groaned. “What about that?”
I knelt up, lifting her ankles to my shoulders so I could reach a new angle. I was so deep inside of her then that I had to give us both a few seconds to adjust to how fucking good it felt.
“What are you asking, Belle? Will your pussy be imprinted on my cock? Is that it?”
She opened her mouth to speak but was rendered speechless as I flexed my hips and rocked into her. She nodded, her mouth open in a silent O, and I chuckled.
“Then yeah, if that’s what you’re asking, yeah, your pussy is imprinted all over my cock, my tongue, my balls, and every other part of me,” I said. “Ain’t no part of me that wants to be anywhere else, with anyone else.”
I wrapped my arms around her legs, holding them tight against my chest.
“Do you mean that?” she asked, her knuckles going white as she gripped the pillow under her head.
“With everything I am, Belle,” I admitted.
We stared at each other for a moment in silence, taking in each other’s honesty. I felt vulnerable but not weak. I felt stronger than I’d ever felt before, and for the first time since this nightmare began I was finally glad that I’d gone through all that other shit because it had brought me here to her.
“Beast?” she asked, her voice soft, and I almost lost it right there and then.
“Yeah?”
“Will you fuck me now?” she asked, her cheeks flushing on the cussword.
I hadn’t realized I’d even stopped fucking her, and I grinned down at her and began moving again.
“Absofuckinglutely, Belle,” I grunted as I slammed into her harder. “And tomorrow.” I slammed in again and she called out my name. “And the day after…” I thrust again. “And the day after that…” I fucked into her over and over, harder and harder until I felt my balls draw up and my cum douse her insides as her muscles clenched around me and her back arched upwards. I fucked Belle hard until there was nothing left of either of us, and then I leaned over her and pressed a rough kiss to her panting mouth. “And every day after that,” I said against her lips.
Chapter Twenty-Six
~ Belle ~
If it wasn’t for the fact that Mateo and Carlos were still out there, or my mom having stolen my life savings and run off, or that I hadn’t told Lorenzo that it was over…the day would have been pretty perfect.
I was lying in Beast’s arms, my body tired and aching after spending most of the day in bed with him. I was sore, exhausted, but so happy. We just needed to get through the next couple of days and that would be it. We could be like this every day. This could be our life.
Me and Beast.
Beast and I.
Together.
I hadn’t known that I wanted or needed a man like Beast until he’d come into my life, but now that he was in it I didn’t ever want to let him go. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that he was some boy scout who helped old ladies across the street or had a five-year plan. That he wanted a white picket fence and a healthy retirement option. He was none of the things that I’d always sought out, and yet he was exactly what I needed.
He was currently snoring like a freight train after our sixth or seventh time having sex, and though I was exhausted too, I couldn’t sleep. The prospect of the future was too exciting, and I found that every time I closed my eyes my body tingled for his attention.
I decided to get up and make some coffee because sleep clearly wasn’t coming for me, and I snuck out of bed without disturbing Beast. Beast…the name still kind of threw me, and I realized that I didn’t actually know his real name. I’d never asked and he’d never said, and though it should have been important, it wasn’t. He was Beast and I was Belle and that was all that mattered.
Wrapped in my dressing gown, I made coffee and then opened my front door so I could sit on the steps and watch the sun coming up. It was a favorite pastime and something that I used to do a lot when I’d first moved there, but I’d been so busy with work for the past year that I hadn’t had the chance to do it.
There was something about watching the sun come up that made me feel good. Watching the birth of a new day was almost godly, and I felt blessed each and every time. I sipped my coffee, watching as the orange and yellow glow rose slowly above the trees, casting warmth on my face as it finally reached me.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen between me and Beast. Could it actually work? Would his club ever accept me after what I’d done? Would Jenna ever accept him? I didn’t know the answer to any of those questions, but I was willing to try to find out. For the first time in my life, I felt complete. I’d been searching for who I really was, thinking my parents could solve the riddle for me, but the whole time the answer had been with me. Being with Beast had helped me see that. Maybe it was the way he accepted himself that helped me to do the same. Or maybe it was that he accepted me and gave me confidence I’d never had before. Either way, I felt whole. Like a jigsaw that had finally been finished.
I heard Beast’s snoring stop and then the trailer creak and groan as he got up, and several moments later he came and found me.
“Everything okay?” he asked, running a hand through his loose hair and yawning. He was topless and I watched him stretch, each thick band of muscle moving beneath the skin.
“I am now,” I said, worrying my bottom lip.
His sleepy expression fell into a dirty smirk as he looked down on me. “Oh yeah?”
I nodded, put my mug down on the steps, and stood up. “Much better now.”
His nostrils flared as my hands went to the tie at my waist and slowly untied it. The two sides of my dressing gown slipped apart, revealing my naked body underneath, and he automatically reached out, cupping one of my breasts in one of his large hands.