Page 62 of Awakening the Beast
Thrust, thrust.
“In your tight…”
Thrust.
“Fucking…”
Thrust.
“Asshole.”
I struggle for air, the sensation of his cock destroying me so intense that I’m left gasping. I arch my back, lifting my ass so he can hit harder at the right angle, and he does, smashing into me until we both come once again. As I convulse around him, his big cock enlarges, a slight beat through his length as he empties himself. He gives a few more hard trusts with a satisfied growl, then slips out of me, falling on the ground beside me.
Wrapping his arm around me, he drags me closer to him for warmth and comfort. I nestle into his side as he lies on his back, my arm over his middle with my cheek on his strong chest. He rests one hand on my ass and glides his other delicately over mine.
We stare up at the stars in silence; the sky is so clear that there appears to be a cluster of galaxies above us, the soft glow of deep pinks and purples illuminating the night. I catch a few shooting stars streaking across the atmosphere, quick yet beautiful. In moments like this, it feels like the rest of the world fades away, and it’s just the two of us. If I could, I’d freeze time right here—just me and him, where nothing else matters.
“I’m sorry, Arlo.” I murmur finally.
He places his hand on my chin, lifts it, and forces me to gaze up at him.
“I would never do that to you. You’ve always meant everything to me,” he says, his dark eyes filled with sincerity. “Even when I didn’t want to admit it, I still felt it.”
“I know. It’s not you. I’m just feeling a little insecure right now, I suppose.”
He gently shakes his head, his gaze never leaving mine. “You have nothing to feel insecure about. You’re beautiful, your heart is pure, and I worship you with every inch of my soul. You own it, Wren; it’s fucking yours, and it always will be.”
My heart melts and he takes a deep breath, gazing up at the starlit sky. “You see all these stars? How they glow. Each one is brighter and different than the last. There’s so many to choose from, it’s impossible to pick the best?” he asks before his eyes lock onto my lips, and I nod gently, unsure where he is going with this.
“You couldn’t be compared to any of them. Do you know why?” His tone drops, sending a shiver down my spine before we return our eyes to the clear night sky above us.
“Because you’re not a fucking star, Wren. You’re the darkness behind them, the atmosphere that holds every single galaxy and planet in place. You’re beyond compare, beyond the best, beyond the beauty, just like you’re beyond any other fucking woman that walks this earth. That’s how I see you. In my eyes, you’re the very universe that keeps me together.”
My soul clenches at his raw words, my breath catching and my eyes brim with tears. I gently lift my head, resting my chin on his pec as I scan his eyes.
“Thank you for saying that.” I whisper, my words carrying the heaviness of my emotions.
He lets out a deep breath and reaches up, brushing a tear from my cheek as it falls when I blink.
“I’ve never been good at expressing feelings,” he admits. “I was taught to shut them down, or not have any at all. I’m not the most romantic man, but I like to think I’ve stuck to my beliefs and one of them will always be loyalty to those I love as much as I love you. You don’t ever have to worry about me in that regard.”
I slide up his chest, pressing my body to his, and bring my lips closer. “You’re perfect as you are. Never second-guess yourself. Maybe I’m just feeling too lucky to have a man like you.”
He smirks, running his fingers through my hair and placing his palm gently on my neck, his thumb stroking my jaw.
“Shut the fuck up,” he says with a smirk, his eyes betraying his own feelings.
I giggle as he pulls me into a kiss, his hand firmly cradling the back of my neck. We linger in the tenderness of sometime, and when we finally break apart, he sits up.
“We should get a hotel for the night,” he suggests, tossing me his shirt when we stand.
I blink, confused, as I wrap it around my dirt-smudged body.
“We can’t walk into a hotel like this, Arlo.”
“Says the fuck who?” he shoots back with an arched eyebrow.
I roll my eyes but smile as he drapes his arm around my shoulders. Together, we make our way through the trampled cornfield path, pausing every now and then to kiss as we try to find our way back to the maze exit.
