Page 45 of Heads You Lose (Grim & Beast Duet 2)

“Your legs, Kate,” he insists.

I spread them for him, feeling exposed. It’s an intimate act, just as intimate as having sex and with as much emotion attached to it.

“You know I’ve dreamt about this moment for a long time,” Beast says, cupping my pussy with the warm flannel and gently running it over my tender skin.

“What, being on your knees and washing my pussy?” I ask, a smile in my voice, my cheeks flushing at how gently he cleans me.

Softness, warmth, kindness. They’re all things I’ve been lacking in my life, and to get them from a man like Beast, a man who cuts out human hearts and serves them up like a gift, is a little strange. Good, strange, but strange nevertheless.

“Yes, being on my knees and washing your pussy,” he replies, dragging the flannel down my inner thigh and wiping the blood and cum staining me there. “I’ve also dreamt about fucking you until neither of us can see straight. I’ve dreamt about dropping on my knees and eating you out, and learning all the ways you like to be touched. I’ve dreamt about my cum spread across your thighs, your tits, your stomach, your tongue.”

“That’s quite a lot of dreaming,” I reply, as he flashes me a toothy grin then kisses me gently right above my clit, then lower against my pussy lips. I let out a shuddering breath, my fingers finding their way into his thick, tousled hair.

“Tell me about it. At one point I honestly thought I might die of blue balls,” he admits, letting his eyelids droop as I massage his scalp.

“It was the least you deserved for staying away for two years,” I say, meaning it as a joke, but it comes out a little harsher than I’d intended.

“Kate,” he begins, letting go of the hem of my dress and standing, dropping the dirty flannel into the sink behind me.

Turning around, I grab a fresh one, wetting it. “Your turn,” I say, meeting his gaze in the mirror before twisting in his arms.

“You know why I was away so long,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers follow the strand as he tugs on it gently before letting it go.

“That came out wrong. I just missed you,” I admit, peering up at him.

“Believe me, it wasn’t easy staying away, but I did what I believed was best for you.”

“And I appreciate it,” I say, pressing my hand against the tattoo over his heart. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replies, cupping my hand with his larger one, and squeezing gently. “Though I gotta say, the way you are with Cleveland is making me a little fucking crazy.”

“The way I am with him?”

“Yeah, relaxed, comfortable. It’s denting my ego a bit, Princess.”

“He’s a good guy, but there’s nothing there,” I say. “Besides, he’s not interested in me.”

“Why the fuck not?” Beast asks, affronted on my behalf.

I laugh, shaking my head. “I think he’d rather fuck you.”

Beast shoulders relax and he smiles broadly. “Pretty sure most people do,” he replies with a smirk.

“Pretty sure I’d gouge their eyes out,” I reply with a raised brow.

“I know something that could poke a person’s eye out,” Beast replies, grinning as he drops his gaze to his growing erection. I laugh and it’s a freeing kind of laugh, one I haven’t experienced for a long, long time.

“You’re such a dick.”

“You’re right, itisa big dick.”

We both crack up then, but his laughter dies on his lips when I gently grasp his cock and begin to clean it. Fully aware of how turned on he is, I tease him, sliding the warm flannel up and down his cock in gentle, even strokes.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he croaks, swallowing hard as I drop the washcloth in the sink and keep my fingers wrapped around his cock.

“No…” I reply sweetly, manoeuvring his body so that his arse is pressed up against the vanity unit and I’m pressing butterfly kisses against his tattooed chest as I fist his cock, sliding my palm up and down his length.

“Liar, I definitely think you’re trying to kill me.” He groans as I drop to my knees and lick the tip of his dick. “Fuck. Me.”

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