Page 36 of Awakening the Beast
“Tell me, what did you do to pleasure that needy little cunt of yours while I was gone?”
I bite my bottom lip, the need for him almost unbearable. This is pure fucking torture, the way he plays with me. The way he speaks to me.
“I remained untouched, and it would have stayed that way until we met again,” I answer truthfully.
He presses his mouth against mine, “And why the fuck is that?” he grits out on my lips.
His blade slides down between my breasts, the cold metal is the total opposite of the heat building between us and I murmur breathlessly, “Because I’m yours…”
A deep rumble escapes his chest, vibrating against my lips as he whispers viciously, “That’s fucking right. Good girl—you are mine, and don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
His blade continues its slow, deliberate descent, tracing the sensitive skin of my bare inner thighs. He teases me, his lips hovering just above mine. The tension coils tighter within me, and I know I could come right here, right now, with nothing more than his wicked presence.
When the blade reaches the top, he presses it firmly against my panties, “You better tell me when you’re ready for my big cock, slut, and I mean truly ready,” he warns. “Because when the time comes, it’s not going to be easy on either of us.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby; I want to be shattered by you all over again.” I say with a smile.
He growls before finally pressing his soft lips against mine and my entire body trembles from the connection. As our tongues battle for dominance, I turn, which causes him to flick his blade closed.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck as his hands move down the curve of my back until they are on my ass. He gathers the shirt I am wearing up into his palm before squeezing my ass into his hand with the other. I begin to walk backward, forcing him to follow me up the dark corridor toward our bedroom.
Once we’re inside, he kicks the door closed behind us, and we continue to move until I feel the bed hit the back of my legs. As I gently lower myself onto it, his mouth follows mine, and we both crawl up the bed. As he hovers over me between my legs, mauling my mouth ruthlessly, I begin to untie his tie and unbutton his shirt with eagerness.
As soon as I’m done, I run my palms up the front of his warm, inked body until I get to his shoulders, and I push his shirt down his muscular arms.
“What the fuck are you doing? Do you want me to fucking violate you when you’re not even ready?” he hisses against my lips, both our sense of control slipping.
As our feral eyes lock, his pupils are blown wide, swirling with sinful darkness, and I can’t help but love the way he looks at me—it reminds me of the way he used to gaze at me when we fucked.
I flick my nose over his, feeling his hooped piercing slide across my skin. “I wish I could give you more, but I can satisfy your needs, Arlo, if you want me to.”
He stays silent, his gaze growing even darker, more intense. I let one of my hands trail down the front of his body, fingers skimming over the hard ridges of his abs.
“Would you like to feel the back of my throat again?” I purr.
A slow, perfect eyebrow arches at my filthy suggestion and his eyes flick to my lips as I start unbuckling his belt, my movements deliberate and teasing, the hunger between us building with each second.
“I won’t be gentle with you once my cock is in your mouth,” he growls honestly.
I drag his zipper down, sucking my bottom lip inward as I press my hand against the bulge in his Calvin’s and his breath catches, eyes ablaze.
“When do I ever expect you to be gentle with me? Do whatever the fuck you want to my throat,” I whisper. “I’ll suck hard until you cum.”
A snarl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against my lips as I slip my hand inside, grasping his thick, throbbing cock in my hand and his control begins to unravel.
“Dirty fucking slut,” he hisses. “You’ll be the death of me if you keep talking like that.”
While I stroke his length, his head dips down, nudging my chin with his nose. I lift it willingly, and he slides his pierced tongue up the center of my throat, slowly. The sensation sends a shockwave through me, my thighs involuntarily tightening around his waist as heat floods my body.
My eyes flutter shut when he begins to attack my neck with his hot mouth and I instantly realize this is going to drive me crazy, but I know I will get great pleasure from seeing him satisfied regardless.
When he draws back, he looks into my eyes before glancing at my lips and then lowers back down, slapping me with an earth-shattering kiss. His pierced tongue is wild, driving down my throat as his hand moves over my breast, where he gives it a bruising squeeze. I writhe beneath him, arousal igniting me asI fully pull his cock from boxers, so I have better access to fuck him with my hand.
He slips his hand beneath my shirt and snakes it up my body until he has a firm grasp on my bare tit, causing it to leak between his fingers. Unaffected by the liquid, he roughly yanks the shirt up until my breast is entirely exposed, breaks off the kiss and dips his head. Before I can even protest, he licks and sucks his way around my breast before sinking his teeth into the thick flesh.
“Arlo...” I gasp just as I feel he is going to take my nipple into his mouth.
He lifts his head to hiss against my lips as a sign of warning.
