Page 19 of Beast
Her breath hitched as his hand rose to cup her face.His touch, so gentle despite the calloused strength in his palm, made her heart lurch painfully against her ribs.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled, voice rough with restraint.
He brushed his thumb along her cheekbone, just under her eye, like he was memorizing the fragile curve of her.
Pixie couldn’t think.Couldn’t breathe.She should say no.She should turn away.
But the fire licking at her spine, the heat pooling low in her belly, and the ache that had been growing in her chest for days—none of it would be denied.Not anymore.And then he kissed her.
Savage.Starving.Like he’d been holding back for far too long and finally let the leash snap.His mouth crashed down on hers, demanding and deep, and Pixie’s world tilted.
She gasped, caught somewhere between surprise and surrender, but Beast didn’t hesitate.He devoured her like he’d been waiting forever, and maybe he had.Maybe they both had.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she felt every hard inch of his body press into hers.Pixie could even feel his erection, pressing up against his jeans.
Every wall she’d built, every rule she’d clung to cracked under the weight of him.And then her hands found his shoulders, gripping tight as the breath left her lungs.Don’t stop!her body screamed.
She tore her mouth from his just long enough to whisper it.“Don’t stop.”
That was all it took.Beast growled low in his throat, a sound that made her shiver, and then he kissed her again—fiercer, deeper, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a hunger that matched her own.
Pixie kissed him back with just as much desperation.She slid her fingers into his hair, tugging, pulling him closer.She wanted to disappear into him.To forget the fear, the running, the past.For this moment, she wanted only him.
He pushed her back gently until her spine hit the wall.His mouth moved to her neck, hot and open, and she tilted her head without thinking, baring her throat like instinct.
“Fuck,” he whispered against her skin.“You drive me insane.”
Pixie’s legs trembled.She wasn’t used to being wanted like this—like she was the prize.Not a burden.Not a threat.Just ...desired.
“Beast,” she whispered, voice shaking.
He stilled at the sound of his name on her lips, just for a heartbeat, then pulled back enough to meet her gaze.She saw everything in his eyes—lust, yes, but more than that.Possession.Protection.Care.No one had ever looked at her like that.
“You scare the shit out of me,” she admitted, breathless.“Because I want this.You.And I don’t know how to want anything without losing it.”
Beast’s expression softened, the edge in his jaw easing just slightly.He pressed his forehead to hers, voice rough.“You’re not gonna lose me, Pixie.I’m not going anywhere.”
Her chest ached with the weight of that promise.And when he kissed her again, slower this time—gentler but no less intense—she let herself believe him.She gave in.
Beast pulled her past the living room and to the hallway, gripping her hand tight.Pixie didn’t resist one bit.
She followed, heart pounding, every step dizzy with anticipation.She didn’t even realize they were headed for her room until Beast reached her door and pushed it open with a low growl in his throat.The moment it shut behind them, he had her against the wall again, kissing her like a man coming undone.
Clothes disappeared piece by piece, tossed to the floor between kisses and soft gasps.Beast’s hands were everywhere—her waist, her thighs, her hips—like he couldn’t decide what to worship first.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped against her shoulder, dragging his mouth along her collarbone.“You don’t even know what you do to me.”
Pixie trembled under his touch, her fingers clutching his shoulders.“Then show me,” she whispered.“Please, Beast.”
His name in her voice undid him.He lifted her with ease, strong hands gripping her thighs as he carried her to the bed.
When he laid her down, he didn’t rush.He just stared for a moment, chest heaving, like he needed a second to believe she was really there.
Pixie reached up and cupped his face.“I want this.I want you.”
Beast groaned low and lowered himself over her, his body a delicious weight, his mouth finding hers again with a reverence that made her ache.
He kissed her like he needed her to breathe, their bodies pressing together, skin on skin, every inch burning.Beast didn’t rush.He took his time, leaving burning kisses on the side of her neck, the hollow of her throat.
