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"We don't have to—" he starts, but I cut him off by reaching into his boxer briefs and wrapping my hand around his thick cock. My eyes widen at his impressive length and heft.
"I want to," I tell him, stroking the slick tip.
A string of curses falls from his lips as he hurriedly shoves his jeans and underwear down enough to free himself completely. "I have protection," he manages to say through ragged breaths. “Somewhere.”
“I’m on the pill and have been tested,” I reply.
“I haven’t been with anyone since before…” he trails off, and I know what he means.
“I need the beast inside me. Now,” I purr, smiling into a kiss.
“So terrible.” He half-laughs, half-moans, as he kisses me, positioning himself with one hand at my entrance. The blunt head of his cock presses against my still-sensitive and wet pussy. Our eyes lock as he begins to push inside, the stretch burning in the most delicious way.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, his hands moving to grip my hips. "All okay?"
I nod, beyond words as he fills me inch by glorious inch. When he's all the way in, we both pause, breathing heavily, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation.
Then he begins to move, and coherent thought becomes impossible. Each thrust drives me higher, the wooden table creaking beneath us. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails scoring his back.
"Ash," he pants, his rhythm becoming more urgent. "I can't—I'm not going to last."
"Me neither," I gasp as his pubic bone grinds against my clit with each thrust.
“That’s it, sweetness. Take me. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”
“Oh yes,” I moan, loving his confident, dirty talk. “More…”
“Hell, your pussy is going to be the death of me, Ash. Is that what you want? To ruin me with your beautiful body.”
And with that, I explode around him, my second orgasm even more intense than the first. I moan loudly, my inner muscles clamping down on him.
“Oh, I’m coming baby…” And he roars, his rhythm stilted, shuddering with each thrust.
I can only hold on, as he shakes like mad, emptying the last of his seed into me.
We lay on the table for a long while, still joined, breathing each other's air. His unmasked face is inches from mine, vulnerable and sated and breathtakingly handsome in its imperfection.
My Beast.
As our heartbeats slow, reality begins to seep back in. I'm naked on a table in a haunted manor’s basement, having just had the most intense sexual experience of my life.
"What are you thinking?" he asks softly, finding my hand and stroking it.
"That I'm falling for you," I admit, the words escaping before I can censor them.
He lifts up and I worry for a beat he might just get dressed and leave. But he cups my face, and leans down to kiss me, achingly tender, the complete opposite of our passionate frenzy moments ago.
"Come to bed with me," he whispers against my lips. "Stay with me tonight."
CHAPTER 6
WOLFE
The morning light pours through my windows as I gaze at the woman in my bed, her leg thrown over mine, possessive even in sleep.
Ash's dark hair spills across my pillow, her face peaceful, one small hand resting on my chest directly over my heart.
I've been awake for ten minutes, just watching her—memorizing the fullness of her lips, the way her eyelashes fan against her cheeks. I revel in the weight and warmth of her body curled against mine, as though she belongs here.
