Page 82 of Fairy Tales are Forever

When I woke up in the hospital, I felt so alone.This is the first time I don’t have that overwhelming sensation.My beast has pushed all those fears away and kept me safe.Now I have a husband that loves me dearly.It feels like an obsession, but maybe it’s me remembering him from my past, and my mind is now catching up.

“I’ll never stop,” he growls against my lips, and it rumbles through his chest and into mine.

“I love that sound,” I gasp as my nipples tighten and ache.

“Hmm.Your beast.”He hums in pleasure as he nips my bottom lip

“Is that really what I call you?”I smile before my fingers tangle further in his hair.It’s becoming harder to let go of him.

“A few times,” he says, and his brows furrow.

“Does it bother you?”This man has saved me, but I’ve been cruel to him?What kind of wife have I been?Sure, he’s grumpy, but I feel guilty for being mean.

An image of him smiling down at me flashes through my mind, making my heart flutter.It’s not an image I’ve created; it's a real memory.

“I don’t want to be a beast to you.”He buries his face in my neck, and I close my eyes.

“I might not remember anything, but I know I crave that side of you.”

His head jerks up.“What?”His expression is one of confusion or maybe more like surprise.It might be a bit of both.

“You’re my beast?Right?”I worry my bottom lip between my teeth while Damien keeps staring at me.“Is that wrong?I’m sorry.I’m not trying to be mean.I love the beast.”

Something like a growl comes from him, and he turns me over before pinning me to the chaise beneath us.My legs wrap around him, and it confirms that I’m definitely not scared of my husband.Even if he’s a giant and everyone else seems to fear him.

“You love that I’m an asshole?”He looms over me, and I cup his face.

“You’re not to me,” I remind him.“Bossy but not an asshole.”

“I don’t deserve you.”His eyes soften, and I swear there’s a flash of guilt.

He’s so hard to read.Damien almost seems as confused as me with his emotions.

“You must have done something for me to fall in love with you.”I give his hair a small tug.

“Love.”He repeats the word.

“Well, yeah.We’re married.We must be in love.”When he doesn’t return my smile, I can’t help but wonder if our marriage isn’t a good one.I know I have feelings for him because I can sense them even if a part of me is trying to fight it.I might not have all my memories, but I push that away and trust my heart.

“Who wouldn’t love you?”

“Is my asshole husband being sweet?”I tease him, and he closes his eyes.

“Say it again.”

“What?Asshole?”I tease, and I see the corner of his lips twitch.

“Call me your husband.”

“Husband,” I say without hesitation.“Now kiss me again,” I demand, giving him my own order.

This time, when his mouth comes down on mine, it’s not soft and tentative.It’s needy and consuming in all the right places.Wrapping my legs around him as tightly as I can, I cling to his giant frame.He really is a beast of a man, and I’m so small compared to him.

Every inch of me heats as we deepen the kiss, and I wonder how the two of us fit together.I know we’ve obviously had sex since he’s my husband, but it’s hard to imagine how that works with our size difference.

When I rock against him, his cock rubs my sex, and I moan at the size.Damien grunts when I wiggle my hips, and I can’t help but do it again.

“You’re killing me.”His mouth leaves mine, but he doesn’t stop kissing me.

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