Page 133 of Nanny and the Beast

"God doesn't have anything to do with this, Emma," he says. "Saymyname when every inch of my cock is buried inside you."

I start moving my hips in tune with his thrusts, meeting him halfway. I'm hungry for something I never had. All I know is that he's the only one who can give it to me.

My toes curl when his thrusts turn brutal in nature. He's more beast than man now. He's unraveling, and it's a sight to behold.

He leans down to whisper filthy things in my ear.

"It's so fucking wrong, but you're allowed to like it, baby girl," he says. "You're allowed to cream all over my cock before I empty myself inside you."

"Klaus." His name is a prayer and a curse.

He makes me feel things no man has ever made me feel. But at the same time, I don't know if he'll keep my heart safe.

Just as I think that, he kisses my lips. Stealing my breath away, stealing all my thoughts away, stealing my heart. It thumps so hard in my ribcage.

"All. Fucking. Mine," he growls, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of his hips. "Mine to fuck. Mine to feed. Mine to take care of."

"All yours," I say, letting him take me to the edge.

He lifts his head to look into my eyes. I swear I catch something flit over his face. It's more than tenderness, it's more than attraction.

"Come for me, Emma," he says.

It's like I've been waiting for his order. I shatter into a million pieces. I feel like a cosmic being made of pure energy. And this man is stretching the limits of what's possible.

I feel everything all at once.

"Good girl," he says, burying himself deep inside me. "Now keep these pretty thighs open and take my come."

His cock gets even bigger inside me. It feels like he's going to split me in half as he crams himself deeper and deeper with every thrust.

The tendons of his neck strain against his skin. His jaw is slack as he pumps harder than before. I feel his hot seed against my walls as he fills me up.

"Fuck, baby girl," he says. "You feel so good taking my come. Your little pussy is so greedy for it."

He continues fucking me even as he fills me up.

We're making a mess all over his sheets. The scent of his musk mixed with mine becomes my favorite perfume.

Nothing in my life has ever felt more right than this.

He hits the spot deep inside me. Another wave of pleasure seizes me, the tide taking me under. But I'm not scared because I know I'm safe in his arms.

He kisses me harder than before. He kisses me like he needs me in his life.

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me, Emma," he says. "Being with you makes me feel like life is actually worth living."

"Don't," I whisper, blinking hard as emotions dislodge from deep inside me. "Don't say those things to me when I know you're going to act like this was nothing by the time morning comes."

He freezes when he sees the tears forming in my eyes. When they roll down my cheeks, he wipes them away with a gentleness I didn't know he was capable of.

"I'm sorry," he says. "It's just...I'm not used to this."

"Well, I'm not used to it either," I say.

Being attracted to a person is one thing. But being attracted to them on every level is something else altogether. I don't know what to make of it. I don't know what the protocol is here.

"Don't think about it, then," he says, cradling my head like I'm a baby. "And please don't cry for me. I'm not worthy of those tears."

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