Page 159 of Beast and Remedy
Beau smiles as he takes off his shoes and removes his trousers, kicking the discarding clothing across the bedchamber. He hoists me up, my legs held by his forearms as he guides us from the door to the wall in a swift movement, the stone cool against my back.
“Beau.”
I groan his name like an uttered prayer when the tip of his cock teases my entrance.
Beau thrusts, exhaling a sharp breath as he fills me. “Immaculate. You are immaculate.” He nestles himself into the crook of my neck, latching on and kissing me.
I hold him close, wanting to ignore the grooves against my back and stealing me from the perfection of Beau. Trying to meet his every movement, I end up hissing when something scrapes my spine.
Beau halts. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, it’s the stones. I think they might have scratched me.”
Beau shifts, carefully bracing us against the wall. I move off him, and my knees buckle from the shift of our position.
Beau catches me and guides me further into the room, only to spin me and check my back.
I want to reassure him I’m fine and suggest we move to the bed, but a warm balm soothes my skin. The caress of his magic lingers when the faint light behind me dissipates faster than it appeared, and I peer over.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
Beau’s dick presses against my ass when he pulls me back to him. “I wanted to,” he whispers from behind, goose bumps prickling down my spine.
I’m lured into the haze of lust as he sways, his touch coasting along my breasts and down to my center.
Beau nips at my earlobe before murmuring, “I also want to do more of this.” He finds my clit once more, his other hand wrapping around my neck.
But he doesn’t squeeze, rather directs my head back, resting it against his shoulder. Beau angles his chin, his mouth finding mine as he holds me captive.
His touch is intoxicating, something I want until my last dying breath.
But I don’t want to be the only one getting all the attention, so I run my fingers against my wetness before reaching between us.I twist my wrist and coat the length of him with my own essence, eliciting a grunt from Beau.
I whisper, “Let me take care of you.”
I pump his cock, another moan leaving him and encouraging me. I do it again for good measure with my own smirk appearing when he pants, pressing his forehead against mine.
“This is—” Beau swallows when I stroke him again. “This is just fine,” he breathes, his movements slowing from my consuming touch.
I grin wickedly, the chivalry he always offers fraying the more I keep my grip around his dick.
“It is?” I taunt, doing one slow pump and rub my ass against him before lowering my voice. “Because I have a few other things I think would be more than fine.”
I don’t let Beau respond as I steer us toward the bed, releasing my hold to face him fully. Inching up on my toes, I kiss him once, twice, and then a third time, before withdrawing and easing him to sit.
Beau follows my direction without a word as I nudge his legs open to stand between them. He rubs my sides as his mouth finds one of my breasts.
I trail kisses across his brow before guiding him down on the sheets.
Those beautiful golden eyes burn as warm as the desire in my heart as I prowl up his body and crash my lips against his. We mold together perfectly as I straddle him, aligning my center with his dick and grinding against his length, my wetness coating his cock.
“Fuuuck,” he grunts, his hands finding my hips.
I do it again, loving the sounds he makes as the friction thickens my arousal. My breaths match Beau’s, and I struggle with keeping my eyes open to watch him or close them to revel in how perfect this—we—feel.
His hold tightens as we build up a steady pace, our movements frantic, our breaths ragged.
“Fucking perfection,” he grunts, and his cock pulses, nearly undoing me right then and there.
