Page 9 of My Brutal Beast

“Raven,” she whispers.

I run the pad of my thumb over her jaw, her cheek, tucking the strands of her hair behind her ear.

“Then that will be my name,” I say.

She graces me with her own smile, stepping closer, until she’s flush against me. Every hair on my body stands straight, and my cock is harder than it has ever been in my entire life.

“Raven,” she says again, as if she’s rolling the name around in her mouth, tasting it, savoring it. Then she reaches for me, grasps my shoulders, and whispers, “I want you.”

And before I can stop myself, I slam my mouth against hers.

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RAVEN

The moment our lips meet, I know this is where I belong, and if I had to wait an eternity before I could experience her lips again, I would. I have seen humans kiss and fuck one another, but I never knew it could feel like this, and it never would with anyone else. My entire body tightens with need.

I’m desperate to sink into her, to rut her like the animal I am, but I focus on her pleasure. I want to devour her, drink her in, taste her, tease her, fuck her into oblivion. The heat of her lips and body brands me, and I welcome it. I need it and I’ll never let her go.

I can still taste the remnants of the drug on her lips, but I don’t care. She gave me permission, begged me to please her, and I’ll be damned if I stop. I will never, ever stop.

Even though this is my first kiss, we immediately fall into a rhythm. I take control of the kiss, tilting her head to the side so I can kiss her more passionately. When she opens her mouth and moans, I lick the seam of her lips, then delve inside to taste her tongue. As I rub my tongue against hers, the sensation sends shivers down my spine.

Each breath she takes makes her breasts rub against me, and I want to squeeze them, lick her dark nipples. I want to bite her, imprint my fangs all over her delectable body. The beast inside me demands I claim her.

I slide my hands down her back, gripping her ass, and pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I pin her against the wall. I bite her lips, suck and pull them into my mouth. She moans, moving her hips against me, and I growl at how eager she is. She needs me just as much as I need her.

I slide my hands down her body while she holds onto my shoulders. Her skin is so soft, so perfect. I pull away from her lips to taste her. I bite the side of her jaw, trace my tongue over her ear, lick and suck down her throat, biting where her pulse pounds beneath her skin. The way she moans makes me even harder.

I cup her breasts in my hands and marvel at how perfectly they fill them. Her nipples are so hard. They beckon me, and I can’t resist sucking one of them into my mouth. Her head falls back as she moans my name, and I experience a new type of nirvana.

I want more of her, to taste her more deeply, to keep pulling those sounds of pleasure from her lips. They satisfy me as nothing else can. I’m addicted to the way she says my name. How loud can she become? How wild? What will she look like when she breaks apart for me? And she will break. I won’t stop until she does.

I push my knee between her legs to hold her still as I pull and pinch her nipple with my teeth. She cries out when I brush against her clit, and I smile in satisfaction. I let her breast go with a pop and watch her, completely transfixed as she grinds against me, seeking her release.

I grab her hair at the base of her scalp and pull. Her eyes open wide, just as her moans continue to fall from her lips, faster, louder.

“Is this what you want, little star? Is grinding against my knee enough to make you come?”

“Raven.” She closes her eyes, trying to hide from me, but her hips keep moving as if she’s lost to this, to me, and it’s intoxicating.

I grab one of her legs and spread her open, making her settle more on my knee. I rub against her clit, circling the nub, and she cries out again.

“That’s it my little star, use me. Take your pleasure,” I growl as she moves faster. I push against her harder. “You’re so wet for me.”

She clings to me, squeezing my shoulders. Her moans become louder, higher, a song of praise that I need, that I demand from her. “Come for me.”

I bend down and suck her nipple into my mouth once more, and she hugs my head to her chest. “Don’t stop, please, please,” she begs, as if I could even if I wanted to. I love her like this, desperate and needy for me, for only what I can give her.

I wrap my tail around her leg, hoisting it into the air, keeping her spread. I grasp and knead her ass, forcing her to grind faster, harder against my knee. My cock is heavy, pre-come leaking down my leg as she brushes the head with her thigh.

Then she breaks apart. Watching her come is one of the most beautiful, glorious things I’ve ever seen. Her face falls apart in ecstasy. She pulls hard on my hair, and it only heightens my pleasure. Her hips spasm, jerking against me as her back arches. She looks as if she’s frozen, suspended in time. If I was an artist, I would capture this vision of her.

I need to see it again. I need some part of me to be inside her, to stretch her, ready her for my cock.

I give her just a moment to come down from her high, then I slide my fingers over her pussy lips. She shudders against me and I grin, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “How many of my fingers can you take, my little star?”

Then I slip one digit inside of her.

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