Page 111 of Beautiful Beast

I rock my hips faster as my breath comes out in pants. I don’t even feel embarrassed as my hips move frantically. It feels too good to worry about embarrassment.

Erik growls and grips my hips tighter. Suddenly, he sits up and presses our chests together. His hands grip my backside and pull me flush against him as he thrusts into me.

I cry out and grip his arms, tilting my head back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you let yourself feel pleasure,” he says against my neck.

“Oh!”

Erik rolls me onto my back and sits up on his knees, grabbing my legs and pinning my ankles to his shoulders. Then he really shows me his dominance.

He thrusts me into me roughly. It hurts a little, but I don’t care. In fact, the pleasure is even more intense when it’s mixed with a little bit of pain.

Erik is claiming me roughly because he can. Because he knows I can take it. Because he knows I like it.

The pressure inside me builds and builds and builds …

“Erik,” I gasp as my orgasm hits me.

He continues to thrust me into as he lowers my legs around his waist and presses his chest to mine. My body trembles through all of it.

He thrusts once more into me before he comes. I feel his seed enter me, and I know what that means. I could end up pregnant someday.

It’s sort of a scary thought, but it’s also comforting. To have someone who’s part of me makes me feel calm.

Erik groans as he slips out of me and rolls onto his side. Neither of us touches each other as we stare up at the ceiling.

We both know what having sex means.

Nothing between us will ever be the same again.

Chapter

Seventeen

ANYA

“What do we do now?” I whisper to the ceiling.

“We can talk, or we can just lay here.”

“You’re the one who’s had sex before. What did you normally do after?”

His eyes flick over to mine, and I swear I see a flash of guilt. “I’d normally just leave. We would both have gotten what we came for. I’d finish her off. She’d finish me off, and then we’d never see each other again. It was easier.”

“Is it easy with me?”

“Fuck no. It’s not easy with you. I can’t just leave you and never see you again. And the truth is I wouldn’t want to.”

“I feel like we barely know anything about each other. Other than the obvious.”

“What’s the obvious?”

“I know you’re stubborn and practical and used to doing things your way. I know you’ve lived your life with a hard shellaround you. I know you like to hurt people when you think they deserve it. I know both your parents are dead. Murdered, you told me. But other than that, I don’t know anything about you.”

“I know you love your sister. I know you hate your father. I know you have a protective streak in you a mile long. I know you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” I whisper, keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling.

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