Page 32 of Beastly Mr. Buchanan
He brushes his thumb over my cheek, and I realize he already stole my first tears when he kissed my face not long ago.Even with the heartbreak and depression, I hadn’t cried since my mother’s death until he comforted me.
I didn’t feel safe enough to mourn or express myself until he came back.
“Baby, you are not fat.Never once have I ever insinuated you are.Your body is perfect,” he murmurs.
I study the fierceness of his expression before asking, “Then why cupcake?”
Hurt flashes in his eyes.Guilt burns like acid in my veins.
“You don’t remember?”he asks.
I swallow and shake my head in shame.
“The same day I tripped that piece of shit kid for pulling your hair, you gave me your cupcake.It was the only dessert you had in your lunchbox that day, but you said knights deserve a reward for saving their princess.It was your first bribe to win my heart.”
Too many emotions stampede through my heart for me to express.My mouth moves without permission.
“I’m a virgin and don’t have a boyfriend.I’ve never had a boyfriend before.Never been in a relationship except for with you.Ever.”
Oh god, I want to melt into the mattress and never return.My mortification grows as my words hang unanswered in the air.
He shifts one hand to my nape and the other to my chin and commands my attention with his intense grey eyes.
“I don’t fucking deserve you, but I can’t fucking let you go, either.I need you, Karey.”
My insides turn to goo.His gaze slips down to my lips.Need throbs between my legs.I reach for him but get tangled in the sheets instead.
He kisses me.Not the gentle, reverent brushes of his lips over my face, but a dark and sensual merging of our mouths.The hot glide of his tongue against mine arrows straight to my clit, and I rub my thighs together to ease the ache, but it only grows.
He yanks the blankets off the bed and climbs on top of me without breaking our kiss.I whimper at his overwhelming size and strength as he holds himself up instead of crushing me, but as much as I adore his thoughtfulness, I ache to feel every inch of him pressed against every inch of me.
He tightens his grip on my nape, ensuring I can’t move my head since his long fingers span from collarbone to collarbone, and spears his other hand into my hair.I groan and arch my back, shamelessly rubbing my breasts against the hard planes of his chest.
He groans, rips his mouth away from mine, and consumes a path to my ear.
“Tell me if I’m too rough.I don’t want to hurt you.”
His deep, gravelly voice rumbles through me like thunder.A bolt of lightning follows, zapping my nipples and liquifying my core.Arousal floods my panties, and in my mania, a small part of me chuckles at the demise of my only pair of clean underwear since I donned the emergency pair from my work bag after my shower.
He licks the shell of my ear.
Mini shocks ripple through me.My breath stutters.I writhe and cling to him, desperate for something I can’t name.
He consumes me, carrying out his promise and exploring every inch of me with his mouth and hands.I gasp as he licks and nibbles, caresses and teases, and commands and worships his way down my body, stripping me of clothes and stealing me of thoughts until the throbbing of my clit and pressure in my core is too much.
A half-moan, half-sob escapes me as he settles his bare torso between my legs, cups my naked breasts in his massive hands, and buries his face in between.I bask in sensual torture as he kneads, nips, and sucks my sensitive flesh.
With wicked precision and coordination, he pinches my right nipple and flicks the tip of his tongue over my left.
I arch my back and forget my name.
He continues lower.I can’t breathe.Lower still.Pressure builds.
I sink my hands into his hair and tug at the silky strands as he wraps my legs around his shoulders.With his face a few inches away from my pussy, he meets my eyes and smirks.
“Pull my hair all you want, cupcake, just know I won’t stop feasting on your pussy until I’m full.Understand?”
I nod yes and no, eager and yet terrified.
