Page 48 of Awakening the Beast
“You keep being a disobedient little slut, Wren,” I murmur against her throat.
“I'm sor—”
“Shhh...” I hush, low and menacing. “I don’t want your sweet little apologies. I want to fucking punish you.”
As I pull back, I finish lifting her shirt to her hips, and there it is—just as I expected. No panties. I could smell her aroused pussy before I even touched her. But still, I play the game.
“Oh, no fucking panties?” I say as my eyes trail down her body.
“Nothing misses you, does it?” she remarks, side-eyeing me, her lips curving slightly.
My gaze snaps to her, and my brows shoot up in mock disbelief. “I'm fucking sorry, was that more attitude?”
Her smile widens just a fraction before she turns her head forward again, trying to hide it. My jaw clenches, the urge to punish her building. I take a step back, admiring her bare ass. Then reach out, my hand brushing over the smooth curve before I squeeze it hard, my fingers digging into her flesh. She hisses, her body tensing under my grip, and I feel a twisted satisfaction at the sound. At the pain it caused.
“You’re going to regret that attitude,” I promise.
Without warning, I yank my hand back and smack her ass so hard her knees buckle beneath her, a sharp shriek escaping her lips. The crack of the slap echoes in the room, and my palm burns from the impact. I smirk, I can’t fucking help it. I watch her press her forehead against the wall, trying to steady herself, her breath ragged. Her long hair cascades down her back,framing her body like a temptation, but all I can focus on is the vibrant red mark on her ass—my mark.
I close the distance between us, my now hard cock pressing firmly against the crimson flesh of her punished cheek. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her back toward me, forcing her to look up at me. She gasps, her brown eyes locking onto mine. Mine scan her flushed face, taking in the way her lips tremble slightly, how her pupils dilate with arousal.
“I told you,” I murmur, “I’d fucking punish you. And you know I always keep my word.”
I pull her hair tighter, tilting her head back more, a slight grin curling on my lips as I continue. “That was me going easy on your ass. Be careful when you’re back in good health.”
A defiant smirk creeps onto her lips, and I can feel my control slipping as I growl in response. I don’t wait for her to push back any further—I bring my mouth crashing onto hers, my tongue forcing its way between her parted lips. The kiss is violent, hungry, full of all the pent-up frustration that’s been building inside me for too long. When she turns to face me, I grab her throat with my other hand, squeezing just enough to feel her pulse race beneath my fingers. I push her hard against the wall, trapping her there.
Every part of me is consumed with her—her taste, her scent, her body pressed against mine and with every moment, my control slips further away, leaving only pure, primal need.
It's like Wren is my fucking medicine, the antidote to all the chaos and darkness that swirls inside me. With every touch, every moan that escapes her lips, the weight lifts off my chestjust a little. She helps me shed my frustrations, letting me resurface lighter, more in control, even if just for a moment.
I take both her wrists in my hands and lift them above her head, pinning them there easily with one hand. Her breathing quickens as I trail rough, hungry kisses down the soft curve of her neck, forcing a gasp from her lips as she tilts her chin upward. The raw sexual tension between us is undeniable, craving that electric connection we’ve always shared.
When my hand slides between her thighs, her knees tremble, but I keep her steady, my grip on her wrists tightening. I find her pussy exposed, hot, and soaking wet for me. As soon as my fingers slip through her slick lips, I rub her clit, fast and relentless, driving her to moan. That sound—her voice breaking with desire—floods me with something indescribable.
I capture her breathless lips in another brutal kiss, releasing her wrists just as she fumbles with my shirt, her hands finding my bare abs as soon as she has access. I break away from the kiss, heat rising in my chest as I remove my fingers from her pussy. There's no hesitation as I spin her around, pressing her front against the wall once more. My desire is a furious storm, and I can’t hold back anymore.
Without warning, I squat behind her, my hands spreading her ass cheeks wide. My sharp spit hits her tight little hole, and I dive in, devouring her like I’m starved. My tongue works her asshole relentlessly, and the sounds she makes—those moans of pure pleasure—drive me fucking wild. Her head falls back, hair cascading into my eyes, but I don’t stop.
I grip her even tighter, lifting her cheeks just enough to drag my tongue to her pussy, tracing her glistening lips until I reach her swollen clit. I flick my tongue over it, tasting her, savoring the way her body responds to me as she melts under my touch.
Her trembling legs and the desperate, breathless moans spilling from her lips tell me just how much she’s been craving this. So, I don’t ease up; I go harder, devouring every inch of her—pussy to ass—relentlessly. She’s mine to ruin, and I’m not stopping until she’s completely satisfied.
She reaches back, her hand finds my hair, fingers tightening as she pulls me deeper into her ass. It’s her way of begging me to keep going, to push her past the breaking point, and I’m more than willing to oblige. I shift my head between her thighs, turning my body and French kiss her soaked pussy, slurping up every drop of her release. She’s dripping when I drag my thumb over her drenched cunthole, gathering her juices before pushing it deep into her asshole without a second thought.
Her body responds instantly, legs bucking, and I double down, sucking her bud while my thumb wrecks her tight hole. I gnaw on her clit, relishing the way she clenches around me, every nerve in her body lighting up.
She starts breathing unevenly, the climax finally hitting her like a wave. She tries to suppress the scream tearing from her throat but can’t. It’s raw and unfiltered as I munch on her through it, holding her steady while I dive in deeper, savagely devouring her. She’s lost in it, trembling, her pussy pulsing against my tongue as her orgasm rips through her.
As the storm inside her finally calms, I ease my thrusts, giving her gentle, soft kisses, lapping up the last of her sweetness. Her muscles still twitch with the aftershocks until I slide my thumb out of her pulsing asshole, pull back and stand up behind her.
Her forehead remains pressed against the wall as she struggles to catch up with everything, I’ve just put her through. I trail my hands along the curves of her perfect body as I close the gap between us. Leaning in, I press my lips to her sweaty neck, savoring the salty taste of her skin.
“You good?” I ask, though I know the answer, I want to hear it from her.
She nods weakly, still too winded to form words. Finally, she turns her head just enough to meet my gaze, her pink cheeks and dazed expression betraying her exhaustion.
“You just ruined me,” she breathes.
