Page 78 of Beautiful Beast

I slide my yoga pants down my legs, trying my best to bend and move like a sexy stripper. I’m not experienced and it probably shows, but Adam’s cock is so hard that I’m surprised it isn’t poking me from a distance.

I’ve never felt more beautiful, desired, or accepted, and it only makes the moment even hotter. Everything good about him erases the trauma from my past. When I’m with him, what happened before doesn’t matter.

All that matters is now.

I’m standing before him in just a white thong, and before I have the chance to doubt myself, a rumbling groan of appreciation escapes his throat. His eyes are hooded and his chest rises and falls in rapid pants.

A heady sensation of power washes over me because this incredible man is reduced to the most basic instincts from just looking at me.

Holy. Shit.

His gaze rakes all over my skin, soaking me in. It feels like a sexy caress that has me shivering with need. The anticipation is too much, and when I moan desperately, he walks slowly toward me.

“Take that thong off, get on the bed, and spread those legs for me.”

Shivers rack my frame, but I do exactly what he asks. There was never any question that he would take control, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

When you willingly give up your power to someone you trust, it’s completely different than a person with power over you forcing you to bend to their will.

Adam in charge is sexy and just what I need.

I’m in the middle of the bed and about to lay back and make room for him when he stops me with a gentle touch on my bare shoulder, sending goosebumps all over my skin.

“Belle.”

I look up at him and there’s something unreadable in his eyes.

“I never thought… After what happened in Syria, I never thought I’d be with anyone again, let alone with someone as perfect as you. Thank you for accepting all the broken pieces of me. Thank you for this moment.”

And it’s official – you can cry tears of pure joy even when you’re horny as sin.

He gives me a wolfish grin. “Now let me see that pretty pussy.”

My knees shamelessly splay open, and he grabs hold of my thighs, dragging me down to the end of the bed. He drops to his knees and without a second of hesitation, his dark head is between my legs, eagerly tasting every inch of me.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, and the vibrations almost make me scream. “You taste like a dream, and I’m already addicted.”

It’s not going to take long.

In my past relationships, not that there have been many, there was always a question of whether or not I’d even be able to get off – and the answer was usually no.

Either they didn’t take enough time getting me ready mentally or physically, they didn’t care enough, or they didn’t know what they were doing.

With Adam, it’s not a question of if – it’s when.

He’s absolutely feasting on me, and my back arches like a bow while my fists grab the bedspread.

“So good. Adam, oh, please don’t stop.”

His hands are on my hips like a vice, squeezing tight enough to leave bruises. It means I can’t move or adjust the angle to get more or less pressure – he’s controlling everything I feel.

When his tongue moves relentlessly on my clit, circling it and flicking it, my legs start shaking wildly. He hasn’t even put his finger or tongue inside me, and a powerful orgasm is already brewing, strong enough to destroy me.

“Adam!” I scream, totally unprepared.

I’m desperate and squirming, but I don’t know if I want him to stop or keep going. It’s so intense that I can’t breathe.

But he doesn’t stop.

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