Page 44 of Seized to Sacrifice
‘Enough,’ he murmured, but she shook her head.
‘Please,’ she said quietly. ‘I feel so alone.’
He closed his eyes.
‘I know,’ he said.
He opened them again and looked at her.
‘Fuck!’ he growled, capturing her lips, and kissing her deeply.
Moving down, he planted more on her throat, making her shift under him with a sound of contentment. He didn't take off the chemise she wore, just caressed her over it, playing with her nipples lightly, enough for them to pucker under his caress.
She shivered and heard his deep chuckle.
‘So you think I am the nicest of us, the most generous?’
A tiny bit of fear sprung up in her mind.
‘Aren't you?’ she asked.
‘Oh, I am,’ he promised darkly. ‘You'll definitely enjoy what I have to offer.’
‘Wait!’ she said as he moved down and parted her knees.
He stopped and looked at her, canting his head to the side.
‘Do you want me to stop?’
‘No,’ she whispered. ‘I want to see the real you.’
There was uncertainty in his gaze.
‘You won't be afraid?’ he asked.
She shook her head.
He gave her a grin and the air around him rippled, his horns appearing, his skin changing to the smooth grey she'd seen before. Her eyes roved over him, taking their time. He could have been chiseled from stone; and it wasn’t just his coloring that made her think so. What she could see of his now even bigger body was perfect; his features were the same but bolder, more beautiful. Just …more.
Her brow furrowed. ‘How do your clothes still fit you?’ she asked in confusion. ‘You’re much larger and yet your tunic and breeches … even your boots have grown with you.’
‘Simply part of the glamor,’ he said, his eyes dancing.
His voice was deeper, she realized.
‘Oh,’ she said faintly, truly taking in the size of him.
‘No wonder you need such a big bed,’ she murmured.
A dark smile appeared on his face, his eyes taking on a feral gleam as he pushed her chemise up her legs out of his way, settling his head between her thighs. He parted her folds and let out growl that was so possessive that it made her nethers clench in answer.
Should she be doing this a part of her wondered? But as his tongue met her core and a cry of pleasure erupted from her, she didn't care.
His strokes were leisurely, delving into her most private places, making her squirm and twitch and utter small cries that she couldn’t contain.
He moved higher. This was exactly what the Beast had done, she thought.
But it different.Hewas different.
