Page 56 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Beauty

Not The Beast.

Even though, at the moment, I sure as hell feel like one.

The pure, animalistic need to drive into her relentlessly, to make her quiver and shake and fall apart in my arms, spurs me on, keeps my hips driving when I should probably give her some reprieve.

The bookshelf rattles behind her, and if it wasn’t mounted to the wall so thoroughly, I might actually be worried about it coming down on us. Several books shift forward on the shelf next to us, but I brace my hand against them to keep them in as she digs her heels into my lower back, ensuring we remain firmly connected.

I capture her next groan with my mouth, tangling my tongue with hers to ensure she can taste her own release still lingering there.

Callista is all things sweet and pure. She may not be innocent, but she’s everything I should never have. All that a man like me doesn’t deserve and shouldn’t taint with the blood on my hands and stain on my soul.

The thought almost makes me draw back, almost makes me pull out and walk away, but she clamps down on my cock, like she can feel my hesitation and wants to keep me there, buried inside her, because she needs this as badly as I do.

And maybe she does.

Maybe this hasn’t just been about being lonely up here the last few weeks. Maybe Callista has something driving her to seek this out with me. Something I can’t possibly comprehend because I’ve never led her life, never walked in her shoes. The same way she can’t know what drives me because I can’t tell her.

Her tongue lashes with mine, thrusting and twisting, warring for dominance I’m not going to allow her to take. This is my home, my land, my fucking library, and she’s mine.

The bookshelf rattles with every violent thrust as I bottom out inside her, drawing gasps against my lips, begging and praise.

“Oh God, please, Weston. I need…”

I roll my hips and give a sharp upward thrust, ensuring contact with her clit each time I impale her. Her head drops back to the books, mouth falling open, eyes closed, offering her pale, elegant neck to me.

It’s too tempting an opportunity to pass up.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her collarbone, working my way across the long expanse of skin and over her cheek to her mouth again.

I brush a kiss on the corner of it. “Fucking hell, Callista. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

A little moan is the only response she manages as she clings to my shoulders, her nails biting in there as her heels dig into my lower back.

Two books tumble from the shelf to our left, but I don’t bother to look and see what they are or if they’ve been damaged.

Fuck if they have been.

It’s worth it for this moment with her. This absolutely surreal experience of losing myself, if only for a few minutes, in this woman. To have her take me so beautifully, to need it as badly as I do.

I brush my lips over her ear. “You love it, don’t you, Beauty? Taking my cock.”

She twitches between me and the shelves, offering a breathy pant and nod.

“Tell me. Tell me how much you need it.”

“God…” She shakes her head back and forth frantically, still clawing at my back, her hips bowing to meet mine. “I need it. I can’t. God, I need it.”

Every time she clenches down on me, I have to stave off the hot sizzle at the base of my spine that threatens to make me unleash deep inside her.

Not until she comes again.

I want her pussy rippling along my cock and dragging it from me. Taking my hand from the bookcase, I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Open your eyes, Beauty.”

She does, and the hazy, lust-soaked green meets mine.

“You’re going to come on my cock. Do you understand?”

Callista whimpers and nods, then turns her head and sinks her teeth into my palm.

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