Page 191 of Beast and Remedy
“I was remembering the countless occasions we did this when we first… you know.”
“When we first…”
I snort, knowing he wants to hear me say it.
“When we first said we had feelings for each other.”
He rewards me with another deep kiss, tongues clashing as he presses his body against mine.
I whimper, savoring him and wanting more.
Beau retreats, the pale moonlight seeping in from the window illuminating his face.
A tightness forms in my throat, in my chest, and in my core at his beauty. I’m so inadequate compared to him.
He is light. He is life. He is everything.
And I’m just a woman—a beast—completely and utterly in love with him.
Beau’s gaze sweeps over mine, his breath ragged as he cups my cheek. “Rosebud,” he breathes. “How is it you grow more striking every time I lay eyes on you?”
I turn bashful and lower my gaze, admiring the red rose, reflecting on past letters and my nickname. “I could say the very same to you, too, B.”
He brushes his nose along mine before guiding me from the wall, and not once do I grumble about resuming the climb to his bedchamber.
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Always and Only
Gilded embellishments and paintings of nature accent white walls, and curtains are drawn from the window. The open lake behind the castle shines back, the moonlight shimmering against the water, stealing my attention as I rest the rose Beau gave me in a vase with others displayed on his desk.
I sigh and hug myself tightly, taking in every inch of a place I never wish to leave as Beau hugs me from behind, peppering my neck with kisses. His effortless and languid caresses draw a smile to my face.
Beau’s chambers are exactly as I remember.
From his neatly made bed to the chaise next to the bathing chamber, I could never get over how much I love everythingabout this room. With the large pane, the natural light throughout the day is perfect for reading in bed. And the blankets and abundance of pillows can be dragged across the area to lounge anywhere in comfort.
One more night. One more night to lose ourselves in each other. And then what?
Beau sways, pulling me from my reverie. His lips never leave, and his hands don’t explore as fast as I’d like them to.
I rock my head back and rest it against his collarbone. Trailing my fingers down, I soothe the ache between my legs, pleasuring myself.
“Eager to start without me?” Beau’s amusement, tantalizing and sweet, sends more heat straight to my core and goose bumps along my flesh.
His cock presses against my ass, and I don’t move or act surprised but rather soak up his handsomeness once more.
“You’re taking too long,” I reply, voice lowered.
I loosen my tunic. Moving between my shirt and flesh, I brush past Beau’s touch, seeking my breast.
Eyes like the sun itself stare back, molten and flaring with desire. His jaw flexes as I run a small circle around my nipple, and he clenches his fists against my abdomen.
He withdraws, his command thick in a husky voice. “Show me what you were going to do.”
I don’t hold back, taking his hand and putting it in my trousers.
“This,” I breathe, dragging his fingers through my wetness.
