Page 110 of Beautiful Beast

They’re not fully gone yet, but I’m starting to see more of the real Erik, and it’s both exhilarating and frightening all at the same time. He grips my hips and draws me to the edge of the bed, where he quickly pulls my panties down.

I gasp. Still not speaking, Erik parts my legs and sets his hand on my clit. My hips buck up on instinct. He runs his finger up my slit and shows me my wetness.

“I want to fuck you, Anya. I want to take all of you. Will you let me?”

Once again, it has to be my decision. If Erik were to just take me, I would hate him for it, but if I give my consent, I’m agreeing to be with him. A monster. The boogeyman.

My husband.

And I know I want to be with him. I want to know what it feels like to be fully consumed by another person. I’m tired of being alone and having to fight so hard.

So, I say the one word that seals my fate. “Yes.”

His eyes darken, and he tugs on my hips once more, pulling them straight to the edge. I cry out when his lips settle between my legs, flicking over my nub. I roll my hips around, seeking more friction, needing some sort of release of the pent-up emotion inside me.

Erik draws me close to the edge with his mouth before he pulls back. “I want to be inside you when you come.”

He stands up and slowly takes off all of his clothes. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him naked. His cock stands to attention. It’s an intimidating sight, but it turns me on.

Bending down, he takes my bra off and kissing along my breasts. I arch into him as a breathless whimper escapes me. Never have I been this aroused before. Tonight isn’t about torture.

It’s about us taking a leap in our marriage.

Erik kisses down to my stomach before sitting up. “I want you to show me that you really want this.”

“I never thought it would matter to you.”

“It fucking matters, Anya. I see that now. That’s why I want you to be on top for this.” He lies on his back and grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. His erection presses against my inner thigh.

I gasp and steady my hands on his chest. “Why? I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I know. I’ll teach you. But if you really want this, you’ll show me. Ride my cock. I want to see you come.”

A part of me wants to beg him to do just do it himself, but he’s right. I was always the one unsure about him. If I want this, I have to be the one to take it.

I blush as I line his cock up to my entrance. “What if it hurts?”

“Then it hurts. You’re used to pain. Embrace it.”

With one large inhale of breath, I lower myself onto him. There’s a small amount of pain that makes me gasp. Erik pulls on my hips until I’m fully seated on top of him.

Neither of us moves as I catch my breath.

“How does it feel to have my cock fully inside you?”

“It feels good,” I admit now that the pain is starting to disappear.

“Good. Move, Anya. Show me how much you want this. Don’t be afraid.”

Don’t be afraid. He’s right. It’s time I embrace us. No more fighting. No more fear.

I dig my nails into his chest, making him hiss as I begin to rock my hips back and forth. This sensation draws him in deeper, making me choke from pleasure. Every time I move my hips forward, my clit brushes against his body, sending zaps of pleasure up my body.

It’s intense yet perfect. God, is it perfect.

Erik doesn’t take his eyes off me once. The way he’s looking at me—with so much desire and lust—makes me blush, but I don’t look away either. I can’t be afraid of him, not after he tried to save me.

It’s then I realize something: I want to try with Erik. I want to make this work.

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