Page 160 of Beast and Remedy
“Mmhmm,” I manage, fully seating myself on his dick, my mouth parting in ecstasy.
I undulate my hips, clawing into his chest when I sit upright. Beau’s muscles flex.
The angle and fullness of him is exquisite. I moan, focusing on his entirety as I take him deeper, wanting—needingmore of him.
Needingallof him.
Beau pants, his control slipping as he meets me with each thrust. “If you keep doing—”
“I know,” I breathe, gasping when he pumps deep enough for my walls to tighten around his cock. “But it’s too good.” I scoot forward, kissing him and keeping him close.
Beau’s fingers dig into my sides, my muscles clenching and drawing pleasure from both of us.
“You’re too fucking good for me,” he praises.
I throw my head back. “More, B.”
We rock, and he spanks my ass. I bite my lip and moan in approval as his voice drops with promise. “Always, my love.”
I love this man with every morsel of my body, mind, heart, and soul. He completes me in more ways than I complete myself, and no one will ever come close.
“You are the light of my life,” I breathe, needing to remind him—to remind myself of how much he means to me. “I love you, B. You are my always. You aremine.”
I kiss him fervently, reveling in the pleasure jolting through me. The heat exploding across my body is welcomed, anything is so long as it leads to this—to him.
Beau cups the back of my neck, keeping our mouths intertwined and our bodies joined. After a few glorious moments, he slows and pulls away, his sweat hitting my skin.
His movements indicate how much more he wants, but instead of losing control, he murmurs, “I love you, too, Rosebud. I am yours.”
My stomach flips, and I hum with satisfaction.
In and out, we move, the spike of pleasure from him kneading my ass, drives my climax closer. Needing his touch everywhere, I grab one of his hands, guiding it to my throat and capturing his gaze.
“Promiseme, Beauvais,” I demand, squeezing his hand on my neck twice before letting go and trusting him to remain close.
Those beautiful golden irises dart between mine, a seriousness pulling us both taut. Our hearts—our souls—our love envelop us, everything ardent. Rhapsodic.Perfect.
His hold tightens, stealing my breath. “Forever, Vivienne,” he vows.
Deeper,he thrusts, subtly pulling air from my reach, murmuring my name with each buck of his hips. He coaxes me, praising me as he spanks my ass and squeezes it.
A deep, guttural moan escapes me—the sensations—the pleasures he draws forth are too good. Too perfect.
My body locks down, our frenzied movements growing more deliberate and intentional. I chant his name, my heart fluttering and my inner muscles pulsing.
“Be my good fucking girl and let me feel you come,” Beau whispers, applying more pressure to my throat and kissing me.
My vision blurs, my orgasm erupting as I shatter, screaming into his mouth.
He deepens the kiss, his other hand gripping my backside as he rams into me, dragging out my climax and moaning when his release follows.
Our lips refuse to part even as we relax and both come down, still intertwined with one another.
When I pull away, Beau scans me over. “Are you well?”
I nod, tracing along where my nails punctured his skin.
“Sorry about this.” I try to mask my wince.
