I huff out a breath that fans against his lips, sliding my palms greedily down his back and drinking in all of his hardness, all of that strength and power. It’s mine. It’s all mine. He is all mine.
“You seeing me for what I am.” I frown and then shake my head. “No, more like … me seeing me for who I am, if that makes any sense. If you’re around, and Crown is around, Sin, Grainger, then it’s … I have other things to do. But if it was just us? Eventually, I’d have to look inside and see who I really am.”
“Sometimes, we hype up things in our mind to the point that they start to scare us, but if we just tackled them head-on, they ain’t so bad. I don’t know a lot of things, Gidge, but I do know this: if you looked inside yourself, you’d like what you see. I promise that.”
He cups the side of my face, kissing me again. It’s in no way less demanding than it was before, but there’s enough restraint to it that maybe … But then his hand digs into my hair, and he’s pressing in, kissing me long and deep, making me moan and writhe underneath him.
Beast reaches between us to undo his jeans, finds my molten core, and drives into me yet again, like he just can’t fucking wait a second longer. The headboard slams into the wall with each thrust of his hips, but it’s hard to care about that. Who’s here to listen? Reba will put headphones on or hum to herself; I’m sure Grey’s learned his lesson.
Crown … will have to get used to this.
If …
I can’t quite decide what Beast is trying to say to me, what he’s asking.
He grinds his pelvis into mine, pushing so deep that he makes my lower stomach muscles ache from all the clenching and squeezing they’re doing. I’m going to be so goddamn sore tomorrow.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I groan, threading my fingers in his hair as he moves over me. His eyes find mine, and I think back to that first night we spent together in the pool. And then outside of the pool. And then almost two years later, right next to that goddamn pool again.
Other than that, the only other time we fucked was in the closet after the wedding.
That’s it.
Well, except for today of course. This is all brand-new.
New and shiny and exciting.
“I’ll make you feel good until the day I breathe my last breath,” Beast murmurs, and then he’s pushing my right thigh up toward my chest and fucking me until I’m certain that this is my last breath. Pleasure crashes over me, making me sex drunk, making me sloppy and needy in a way I haven’t really allowed myself to be before.
This isn’t a quick fuck and a goodbye, a last hurrah before we go back to ignoring one another, pretending the other person doesn’t exist while pining after them.
This is a new chapter.
I refuse to allow myself to sink back into ruin; I will revel in glory.
“Turn over,” I whisper, putting a hand on Beast’s chest to halt his movements. I’m not ready to come just yet.
He studies me in that way of his, a way that might be unnerving if I were quite literally anyone else.
Beast rolls onto his back, taking me with him for the ride and leaving me breathless above him. His cock remains sheathed inside of me, and I bite my lower lip, adjusting my hips and leaning forward. How the fuck does he feel even bigger like this?! I wonder, bracing my palms on his stomach and trying to find a comfortable sitting position.
“Easy, wife,” he murmurs, and the sound of his voice makes me feel hot and sweaty. I sit back with a groan, letting my head hang back, my braid slithering over my shoulder like a dark serpent. Lids half-cracked, I start to move, undulating my hips against his thick shaft, taking him all the way inside of me. Once I’m fully seated, I start to move faster, harder, pressing down against him and finding a spot that gets my clit.
As impassive as Beast can be sometimes, he’s a very attentive lover. I’m not just fucking a huge cock and a hard body; I’m fucking him. He makes that very clear by reaching up and taking my chin between strong fingers, tilting my face down to look at him.
“Whose wife are you, sugar? Tell me,” he commands, and I groan, pushing my hips down harder, fucking him harder.
“Yours,” I murmur back, my voice this breathy, wild thing, like a bird with bright red eyes and black plumage, something taking flight. My nails dig into Beast’s bruised body, marking him as the slickness between our bodies grows, my arousal drenching us both.
