Page 48 of All for the Beast

The heat from the fire behind her warmed at the same time the exquisite sensation of V’s wet mouth wrapped around her nipple, sending a shiver through her very soul. The sound she emitted when his lips finally touched her, hard and yearning, was guttural and unhinged.

Katy wanted to pull his head into her breasts, to encourage him to suck at her with ferocity the way they usually did before fucking, but there was something different that time. He said he wanted to make love to her, and the way he was spending so much time on her most sensitive corners told her that he was doing just that.

So she remained as still as she could, letting him suckle at her bosoms, one at a time and then both at once. He pushed them together and gazed up at her briefly, his eyes twinkling with a devotion that made her panties soaked.

V sucked at both her nipples, and that was when Katy could no longer control herself. She threw her head back against the arm of the couch, her voice cracking the longer and harder he sucked. She felt like he was pulling her spirit out from her body, the electricity inside her breasts as palpable as any surge of lightning.

“Baby, you’re making me dizzy,” she moaned into the air.

V let one breast go, then moved his hand between her legs. Katy shook as he rubbed at her outside her clothes, her legs parted after having been pressed against his crotch as he tasted her honey essence. Her clit was swollen, ready to burst as soon as V came into contact with it.

“You’re so beautiful, Katy,” he crooned.

Katy moved her eyes from the ceiling, looking down at V as he continued to worship her chest. His eyes were full, glowing at her as she rolled her hips toward him with intense need. It was the second time that night he had called her beautiful, and she found herself becoming addicted to it.

“Baby,” she moaned at him, feeling dozy with desire. “You need to get naked for me, now.”

He grinned at her. He had told her after fucking many times that he liked a woman who knew what she wanted, especially in bed. The truth was that Katy didn’t know exactly what she wanted from a partner sexually until she came to Nova Aurora. It was only when she found someone willing to please every inch of her that she was willing to voice exactly the way she wanted it.

It was an empowering gift he had given her.

V gave her breasts one last sweet kiss, then rose onto his knees. He removed his shirt quickly, then shot down his pants as she watched him. She, too, wiggled out of her remaining clothes, then placed them in the pool of discarded clothing that lay before the winking of the blaze.

They stood opposite one another, naked in the firelight. It was dead with the darkness outside, the pink sea crashing beyond them somewhere. The warmth of the flames was nothing compared to the inferno raging inside Katy’s heart, the one that made her feel more alive than she ever had during her time on earth.

V was a vision in the glow of the fire. It made him look even more mystical in his handsomeness, soft, intriguing, and of course, kingly.

Katy made the first move to him, leaving her hands at her side and craning her neck back to meet his eyes. They swam in the flicker of the heat beyond them, glistening like a daydream fulfilled.

“Kiss me,” Katy demanded.

V grabbed her by both wrists and pulled her into him. She crashed into his hard cock, and he devoured her with his mouth just the way she wanted him to. Then he lifted her by her waist, bringing her up to his height and allowing her legs to entangle him with her lust. He sat on the couch with her straddling him, and Katy was so lost in the heat of the moment that she knew that nothing was ever going to top this night.

V entered her quickly, gliding inside her with ease. Katy gasped, having felt him inside of her many times but always apprehensive of the flawless way his size fit. She pressed her knees into the couch and pulled his head to her breasts as she moved up and down on him, feeling his hand wander her hips, her waist, and her back. They were a carnal image of intertwined limbs, the very core of the sun pulsing with envy for their ardency.

There was so much Katy wanted to say to him as she rode his cock, increasing her speed with vigor and vocal expressions of eagerness. She wanted him to know how much she appreciated him and their time together, that it was something she wasn’t ever going to forget. She would place him at the center of the museum of her mind, treasuring his memory the way he had always treasured her.

But she knew, as she felt his hands grip her ass and thrust upward into her aching pussy, that none of that was the truth. All of that was a farewell statement that left out something essential and utterly life-changing.

Their breaths grew hot and charged as their bodies clapped against each other feverishly, with V lifting his head from nipping at Katy’s breasts. Their eyes fixated on one another as they both rose to reach their final crescendo, an adieu to the magnum opus that was their brief dalliance.

“Call me beautiful,” she whimpered.

V took her face in his hands as he used his hips to thrust upward into her. The moment the words came from his lips, Katy knew that her body was never going to be the same.

“You are beautiful.”

They climaxed at nearly the same time, calling out each other’s names. Katy shuddered against V, feeling free with the pleasure of something so ineffable. Her mind went blank for only an existential moment.

She muttered his name into his ear as she felt him groan, and he shuddered against her as well. He wrapped his arms around her torso and leaned his ear to her chest, the side where her heartbeat was punching against her chest.

“Oh, V,” she kept saying.

Katy had felt the burst of her orgasm like the blooming of a rose. But along with that beauty came the rush of an inconvenient truth; the thorns that were the sorrow of losing someone so transcendently perfect.

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VHARLK

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