Page 114 of Beast and Remedy
My breathy apology is snuffed out when Beau’s eyes flick to me, hungrily. My stomach flips.
“Eager for me, Rosebud?”
Arousal thrums in my core and between my legs, and I drag him close. “Always.”
Our eyes lock, Beau once more needing reassurance. “No turning back.”
“No turning back,” I agree, his grin lightening up the room and my soul.
Our steps lead us to the edge of the bed, and we toss off our clothes, eager to reunite our bodies.
Skin-to-skin, we fit, both of us moaning and savoring the other.
Beau’s warm hands trail down my spine, goose bumps prickling along my flesh as he slows our kiss from desperate and needy to tender and full of promise.
Slowly, he finds my hips, squeezing them twice before guiding me to sit.
I crane my neck back, unwilling to let our mouths be parted. But he pulls away, and a carnal need simmers behind his gold-touched irises, making my heart sputter.
His voice deepens, thicker than honey. “I’ve gone so long without you.”
Beau nudges me backward, his stare raking down my body as he crawls on top of me. He lowers to my breast, nipping it before sucking.
I hum as my nipple pebbles, grabbing his head and selfishly keeping him there.
His blond hair covers his features, and I comb back the loose strands. But when Beau flicks his tongue, I shudder.
My breathing turns erratic as he traces my thighs, drawing lazy and languid circles.
His touch becomes teasing, swirling in the same motions as his mouth veers closer to my pussy.
But I ease up, drifting forward and finding his cock. Wrapping my hand around his length, I pump once, twisting.
“Sweet Makers,” he pants.
I smirk and repeat the motion, reveling in his groan as his jaw flexes.
Beau bites his lower lip, a fight to see who will cave and lose control first. He moves, his teeth occasionally dragging across my skin until our mouths meet again.
Beau deepens our kiss, his fingers near my center,tauntingme.
I whimper as I work his dick, desperate for him to keep touching me.
He draws away with a crooked smile, and our eyes lock. He thrusts his finger into my core, stealing a gasp from me.
Fuck, it’s only one, and I am on the verge of shattering. I ache, frantically—needily—pleading for more.
Somuch more.
“So.Fucking. Wet,” he murmurs, his breath ragged and his voice guttural.
He curves his finger and adds his thumb to rub my clit.
I arch into him, moaning as he drags his face back to mine, our kisses matching the rhythm of our hands. My muscles pulse, my pleasure building rapidly. Deities, I want to come.
But I don’t want to miss this glorious incline of ecstasy.
I want to—need to—savor it. Relish it.Drownin it.
