Page 28 of Awakening the Beast
My brow arches, and my gaze briefly sweeps over his heavily tattooed body. I try to read him, but he's a closed book tonight.
“I know you, Arlo,” I say. “I know a lot more about you than you think.”
He pauses, his jeans pooled around his ankles, and our eyes lock. He steps out of his jeans and moves toward me, stopping right in front of me.
“Let’s take a shower. You're probably fucking tired after today,” he orders with a head gesture.
I tilt my head back, letting my gaze climb up his muscular frame until it meets his. We stare at each other, and I can tell he's holding something back—again. The realization sinks in, making my heart ache.
“Please, baby.” I murmur barely above a whisper, “tell me.”
For a moment, everything hangs in the balance, my plea hovering between us like a fragile thread, waiting to either bind us closer or snap under the weight of whatever he's hiding.
I know I'm right when he sighs and looks away with a stiff jaw, but it must be something huge that he’s unwilling to tell me. I extend my hand and grasp his in mine, causing him to stare down at me.
“We're having a shower.” he demands, squeezing my hand and tugging on my arm.
I roll my eyes, masking my frustration as he helps me up, and we make our way to the bathroom.
The steam envelops us as we step into the shower and I keep my eyes low, focusing on washing myself, but I can feel his gaze burning into me. Even though he says nothing, it’s like I can hear his thoughts, loud and conflicted, echoing in my mind.
Desperate to break the drift between us, I decide to change tactics, to play with his weaknesses—me. I slowly lift my gaze,locking eyes with his, and take a small step forward. The gap between us closes, and I see him react immediately, his breath catching as my breasts brush against his firm abs. His eyes darkening with desire.
My hands glide up his wet, tattooed chest, tracing the familiar contours of his muscles, each touch sensual. I feel his heart beating beneath my fingertips, fast and strong. When my arms circle around the back of his neck, he instinctively leans in, our faces mere inches apart. The tension in his body shifts, his need for me warring with whatever he’s trying to hide.
Our eyes remain locked, and in that moment, I can feel the power I have over him. It's in the way his breath quickens, the way his hands hover near my hips, aching to pull me closer but restrained by the pain I’m in. The water cascades around us, but all I can focus on is the intense connection between us.
When his lips brush against mine, my eyelids flutter closed, and the connection between us ignites like a storm. The soft kiss deepens as he threads his fingers through my hair, gripping it with a firm but careful hold, his breath growing heavier, his control slipping. The stress, the unresolved tension, all seem to melt away in the heat of this moment.
He tilts my head back, asserting his dominance, and our lips collide with a force that sends a shiver down my spine. I respond eagerly, letting his pierced tongue invade my mouth as it becomes almost desperate. My fingers tangle in the wet strands of his hair, and I moan against his lips. The desire between us is undeniable, an electric current that pulls us together in a way that feels both familiar and dangerous.
As he slowly walks me backward, I realize that my plan has backfired. My back hits the cold tiles, and the shock of it pulls me from the haze of desire for a split second. But then he presses his chest against me, grinding his body against my tits while being mindful of my tummy, and I lose myself in him again. His hands roam down my body, lingering on my breasts before squeezing them with just enough pressure to make me gasp. The sound breaks our kiss, leaving us both breathless.
“I’m pretty sure we’re not allowed to do that just yet,” I manage to murmur.
“Shut the fuck up. We do whatever the fuck we want,” he growls against my lips, his words filled with a possessive hunger that sends another jolt of arousal through me.
Before I can react, he drops to his knees in front of me, and my breath hitches, anticipation and hesitation churning in my mind.
“Arlo…” I whisper, trying to find balance on the tiles as I run my hand through his wet, dark hair, gripping a handful.
When his pierced tongue slips through my pussy lips, running up my slit before latching onto my clit, my legs almost buckle, a moan escaping me. It's been three fucking days. Three days, and I am already weakening to his touch. We don’t even know if we should not be doing this.
Trying to protest, my words disappear into mumbled moans as his skilled mouth explores every inch of my core. He pries my pussy open with his thumbs, gaining better access, tilting his head back to press his face deeper between my thighs, his tongue swirling and dipping inside me, and I begin to hyperventilate.
“Oh, god, yes,” I groan, my will slipping as the pleasure sweeps through me like a wave. Both hands find his hair, encouraging him to continue. He knows exactly what I need, and he delivers. When she starts to suck on my clit with an intense force, my climax builds rapidly.
With one last flick of his tongue, I shatter. My eyes roll back, a cry tearing from my throat as I throw my head back against the tiles. He grasps my thighs, keeping me upright while my body and pussy convulse.
As the orgasm fades, he gives me a few more teasing licks over my sensitive bud before lifting his head and slowly rising in front of me. Closing the gap between us, I throw my arm over his shoulder to keep myself steady, still high, and he presses his lips against the side of my neck.
“I had missed the sweet flavour of your cunt on my tongue,” he growls into my ear, and I gently smile. “You still taste as beautiful as the first time you graced my taste buds.”
When he draws back, his wicked eyes lock onto mine, examining them, and I come back to reality, thinking about trying to ask what's wrong again.
“Are you ready to tell me what bothered you, or will we pretend nothing happened today?” I ask hesitantly.
He lifts a brow but remains mute. When he attempts to kiss me again, ignoring the situation, I turn my head, causing his lips to land on my cheek.
